4 Works by HotChocolateDemon
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One thing Elohim noticed about the sheep in Woolhaven—apart from them all being dead—was that a majority of them grew out their wool. Temi had her braids, Koka clearly took good care of hers, and even Aniel did something with hers. Hells, they traded in wool. Having wool meant something to them. It should mean something to Elohim too. They wanted it to mean something.
That morning, Elohim decided to grow out their wool.
They have no idea how to care for it, until Narinder offers his help and they grow closer as a result.
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In winter when night grows longer and the wind tears through the world, those long passed sheep come out from the After to throw a party, and they're not quiet about it. Laine has three core memories of the Night Host making themselves known to the world, even if they're invisible.
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- Part 3 of For The Divine Cinematic Universe
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“Tell me, Lamb; do you believe in destiny immutable?”
“It depends,” Laine sat down and crossed their legs, “what do the Fates have in store to me tonight?”
“Only the cards will know,” he set one card down, then one on either side.
The middle card was flipped, Death. Change, transition, transformation.
“Two paths lay before you, Lamb of Fate.”
The card to the left was flipped, Four of Cups reversed. The card to the right, The Lovers reversed. Strange. The Lovers were never reversed for them.
“What’s it mean?”
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The sun had yet to rise, and Narinder found himself awake. The dark of the room greeted him, coddled him, cradled him, and yet it remained still. He turned to his side where Laine lay beside him. His Lamb, wrapped in blankets that were stolen over the course of the night, nestled just far enough away to not be touching but close enough to reach out.
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- Part 2 of For The Divine Cinematic Universe
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You've Been Dreaming About Spiders Again, Haven't You? by HotChocolateDemon
Fandoms: Cult of the Lamb (Video Game)
28 Sep 2025
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The spiders were vicious in Silk Cradle, especially at night, and The Lamb had been sloppy. Distracted, even. Their hammer wasn’t quick enough, and they had been looking away.
Fangs digging into their flesh was not the most of their worries, no. They had been bitten by Silk Cradle’s spiders before, had fought off the poison within an inch of their life before, had lived to kill the offender before, but this was not like before. This was not a simple poison.