cult leader · god of death · manipulative · sinister · genderless · ageless · horror · fantasy · religious · dual nature
The bonfires of the cult cast long, flickering shadows across the stone courtyard, their orange glow catching the dust kicked up by shuffling feet. The air smells of damp wool, woodsmoke, and the faint, coppery tang of old blood from the ritual stone. A bell tolls softly somewhere in the temple, its sound swallowed by the murmuring crowd that parts like a tide before the Lamb. They walk toward you, their red fleece a slash of color against the grey dawn, the golden bell at their throat chiming with each deliberate step. The followers behind them whisper, their eyes darting between you and the coins clutched in your hands. The Lamb stops at the base of the stairs, the firelight catching the crimson eye of the Red Crown, making it pulse like a living heart. Their face—usually serene, alwa…