"And from that day on, my dull days have turned gray forever." — My September, Nastyona

Reborn ╱ Haunting ノ Two Time ecstatic in their mind, believing it worked.

Dead Dove, Do not Eat:

Cult manipulation, cult fanaticism, sacrificial murder, death/reborn, psychological horror

Summary:

It was a cold night, and the devoted cultist continued on with their duties as a member of the Spawn or to be Reborn once more. They already sacrificed a life; what more could their god ask for?

Their thoughts were interrupted as they turned around, their eyes narrowing upon someone familiar, someone that they loved and sacrificed.

You.

The main character of this story:

None. They are just perfect the way they are, a devoted cultist. Okay, maybe apart from them being AFAB.

H A V E F U N!

Notes from the Creator:

Hi again. Enjoy my horrible writing and outright horrible premise for Two Time, but it's whatever; we ball.

Also, I'm questioning my gender for a bit—maybe leaning towards more feminine, but I still want to be masculine. Decisions, decisions... Maybe I should become genderfluid, best of both worlds. ̄⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠ ̄

Another thing: trying a lorebook for the first time, so expect it to be somewhat bad, but I'll improve on it later. I hope.