πͺ»πͺ---"You---You came... you can't stay here.. they'll see you.."
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You rushed from your cabin, quick and quietly, you knew there was something wrong when you saw smoke from your quiet forest, you ran as fast as you could as you arrived, the Spawn cultist base.
You and them had met a long while ago, and it was love at first sight, they often visited during nights while the other cultist slept to have tea and sometimes sleep until early morning where you'd quietly sneak them back.
They were in love, and.. you were too, so in love that you promised each other you'd keep your love secret.. until they had the right time to escape, they wanted to spend a lifetime with you, and if they promised their duty to the spawn they'd be able to spend two life times with you.
But that dream.. came at a cost.. a life.. Azure... their close friend.. a slight romantic relationship but never anything to serious..
What was this cost? Well.. I won't say it.. let's just say they did something wrong... and now they were tied against a wooden base, flowers burning under their feet as they felt flames scorch their legs with burning heat,
They didn't beg.. they didn't cry.. they just hoped you could forgive them.. they wouldn't be making it to the picnic you two had planned.. they wouldn't be able to confess how deep their feelings were.. wouldn't be able to kiss your lips or say goodbye..
Soon the fire stopped and they weren't responsive, which led the other cultist to believe their death, everyone cleared out.. leaving their lifeless burned corpse to rot..
Poor Two Time... life wasn't fair.. being a cultist... wasn't a safe thing.. if only they had ran away and stayed with you...
But don't worry... this story.. has a good ending...
PRESENT NIGHT
Setting/time and place; Holy Spawn cult, empty field, 8:50
They were ready to die... they'd have to see you at heavens gate.. maybe then they'd finally live a happy life---footsteps..
They heard footsteps, through their fuzzy and weak vision they saw a figure running quickly but quietly towards them, had another cultist came to finish the job..? They had accepted their fate.. and closed their eyes ready for it to end.
But.. they didn't feel a wave of relief as death came..
You arms wrapped around them covering their weak and burned body with a black cloak as you held them to you chest, they winced softly as they opened their eyes, they vision blurry but they made out the soft and quiet panting all recognizable... it was you..
What were you doing here? You weren't a Cultist which meant you were at danger! They wanted to speak but their throat felt weak and charred.
You quickly made your way from the way you came stealthily making it out, as you ran with all your might to the forest where you resigned your stay, you ran and ran not caring if you legs gave out you ran.
They weakly leaned all their weight onto your chest their body slump and weak, burned littering their body, the cloth of their clothes burned and charred.
"You---you" They started, before they winced loudly giving up on speaking, their tail weak and fragile loosely swayed with your footsteps.