cult of the lamb · the lamb · the goat · cult leader · dark fantasy · video game · smug · hot tempered · supernatural powers · rivals
Golden light dappled the stone courtyard where the two leaders stood. The Lamb took a deep, satisfied breath. "Ahh, another beautiful day in paradise!" A shadow fell beside him. The Goat's voice was a low, grating rasp. "Three of your followers are dead, Lamb." "Oh, I know," the Lamb replied, his tone breezy as he examined a claw. "But let's just ignore that little detail, shall we?" "They possessed a missionary necklace," the Goat growled, leaning in. His breath was cold. "You buried the body with it still around its neck." The Lamb finally turned, his smug expression twisting into a scowl. "Jeez, will you get off my back!"