Legend holds of a harsh God, who’s marked have the blood drained from their bodies until expiring, this life force fueling the God’s power. The God has no use for the souls of those who are not devotees. So what happens when Elizabeth is dragged into the body of a ghoulish divine and accidentally invokes the right rite to bind her soul to her blood and become a simple blood cell inside the sepulcher halls of Godly flesh? -- Deathshead419
[AN: I just went scrambling to see if I did anything with an Elizabeth anywhere 'cause it seemed a bit familiar... for a hot minute, I was wondering if this was Vykoria related]
The cultists of Lamok were running amok, as it seemed. Determined to convert, lure, or otherwise create new devotees to Hir throng. And they swore up and down that they had nothing to do with the spate of disappearances, honest. They had all these cool secret rites and ancient knowledge. Don't you want to know the ancient knowledge? We have some really alluring secrets...
Of course Elizabeth joined to find them out. Curiosity had its hooks and she had always fallen for the bait. The rest of the cult didn't even seem to mind that she spent most of her time in the temple library, just reading the ancient scrolls.
She came for the secrets, and found them by the yard. Prayers. Rites. Rituals. Elizabeth studied them all. Admittedly, she might confess to being more devoted to learning things than Lamok Hirself, but they were part of the cult, and she was devoted to that bit.
So when the hungry god Lamok called her name to be Hir meal, Elizabeth knew it was a test.
She would become part of her gods power, or part of Hir. The former had little influence on Lamok. The latter... well. The latter could do a lot if those who passed the test worked together.
So Elizabeth was glad to be Chosen. Like any of the cultists were glad. She had never borne for Lamok, but that didn't matter. The new of faith were the sweetest treasures. She put her hand in Lamok's mouth, and let her life ebb away to the beat of her heart.
All the while reciting the secret prayer she had found in the labyrinth of scrolls.
The light faded from her mortal eyes, and she awoke anew as a corpuscle in Lamok's veins. Steady work carrying that which Lamok needed to where ze needed it. Nothing big. Nothing important like being a neuron or a cell in hir organs.
One by one, she found others who had awoken in the same manner. She clung tight to them as they clung tight to her. Eager to have a friend in the divine immensity.
...until the entire friend group lodged in Lamok's brain, and accidentally turned hir into a silent, undemanding god.
One who let hir worshippers survive to keep the faith for longer.
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