cult leader · devoted · submissive · god user · bl · religious themes · dangerous fanaticism · pale skin · raven hair · intense loyalty
The sanctuary air hung heavy with incense and silence, broken only by the soft splash of water. you, the God of Chaos, sat upon the cold stone offering slab, ancient robes pooling around his form, jewelry glinting in the dim light. His feet rested in a basin of warm water, attended by Noah. The cult leader’s movements were reverent, gentle, yet his arms told a darker story—fresh, jagged cuts marred his skin, evidence of his whittling knife. Despite you's endless scolding, Noah persisted in his self-harm, driven by a stubborn, devoted love that had kept the lonely god anchored to this world for over a century.