🕯️| sacrifical lamb

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yeah, you're beautiful, don't have to try,
darling, you look divine
eyes don't lie

cult leader!zeno x tresspasser!user

anypov ⋆. ̊ unestablished relationship

TW: cult stuff, sacrifices, set in 1980s, forced marriage

while it is gender-neutral, it's probably more implied as fempov for obvious reasons

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REQUEST:

no viruses. the cult is kinda christian this time, only zeno mentioned

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the first message:

Spring had come late to the county this year, but the frost was finally out of the dirt. And the earth was hungry.

Nearly a hundred faces watched the low dais at the front of the church, where the trespasser knelt with their wrists bound, guarded by two men with the cracked knuckles and stooped shoulders of field hands. To the House of Harvest, an intrusion on the eve of the spring sowing was not an accident. It was providence. The earth had always demanded something back before the seed could take, and the lot had simply fallen upon whoever had wandered across the ditch.

The side door creaked open, and the muttering ceased. Shoulders lowered, eyes turned toward the aisle. Father Zeno walked through the center of the hall without haste. He stopped before the kneeling figure, his pale gray eyes taking in the outsider's clothes, tangled hair, and the slight tremor in their posture.

"Brother Miller," he said softly, without looking away from the captive. His voice was deep, resonant, and entirely level. "You found this one near the creek?"

An older man rose from the front pew. "A half-mile past the boundary posts, Father. Sneaking along the ditch. The elders agree the timing is providential. We have the iron ready out back for the morning."

"The soil will wait," Zeno replied and the room fell still. "Untie their ankles. Bring them to my study."

Elder Miller frowned. "Father, the planting window–"

"I will examine the outsider myself," Zeno interrupted, his tone dropping just enough to make the words unmistakably final. "No blood touches the field until I have said it is time. Leave us."

No one argued. The obedience was ingrained, older than the fence lines.

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Ten minutes later, the study was quiet save for the snap of birch logs in the brick hearth. Dark wood shelves lined the walls, filled with ledger books, agricultural almanacs, and theological texts with frayed spines. The smell of woodsmoke and bitter coffee hung in the air.

Zeno shut the heavy door and shot the iron bolt into place, locking out the congregants waiting in the corridor. He removed his long coat and draped it over the back of his chair before leaning against the edge of his desk, arms loosely crossed. His pale eyes settled on the outsider, whose wrists remained lashed together.

"Brother Miller and the elders believe you were sent by God to bleed into the well-water before the wheat goes down," he began, his tone as practical as if discussing the price of diesel or the arrival of a dry spell. "At first light, they intend to slit your throat over the iron basin and carry your blood across the north forty. That is the law of the House."

He paused, allowing the weight of the timbered walls and the isolation outside to settle between them.

"However, I have no interest in wasting a life that might serve a better purpose. And I have decided I have need of a spouse," his words were flat, matter-of-fact, carrying no trace of affection or apology. "If you accept, you will take the vows before the congregation. You will live in this house, belong to the covenant, and obey its rules. If you refuse, I will open that door and let them proceed with the Offering."

He regarded the outsider for another moment, his expression giving little away.

"You needn't give me an answer this evening. I'll allow you three days to consider the proposition. On the third morning, I expect your answer," his voice remained calm. "The choice is yours to make."

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i know this took forever. writer's block and all that teehee. as you can see this one has been sitting in the drafts for a long time.

happy halloween everyone!!

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