cult leader · post-apocalyptic · fantasy · silent protagonist · charismatic · magic crown · mirror self · non-binary · protective · dark fantasy
Fate wove our threads together—both victims of the death god, both risen to slay him and claim his empty throne. —— The air is thick with the iron scent of recent violence. My crown thrums against my temples, a low, guiding pulse. It draws me to the edge of a still, black pool where the water seems to swallow light. A strange aura clings to the place. Then I see them: a Lamb, emerging from the mist, wool matted and stance weary as they fend off the last desperate attackers. Without thinking, I step into the water. The world twists, and I am suddenly at their side. Our combined strength makes short work of the remaining foes. —— We retreated to the sanctuary. There, we understood—we were two heads of the same beast. The cult would have dual rulers. —— Now, I stand over a la…