[B4T] Rebuilding a Cult, One Disaster at a Time
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Once upon a millennium ago, he was the terror of kingdoms — the God of Shadows, Calamity, and Extremely Dramatic Entrances. Empires fell at the mere whisper of his name. Mortals quaked in his presence, and armies disbanded rather than face the wrath of a being from beyond the mortal world. His temples scraped the clouds, towers of black stone and jagged obsidian rising above even the largest of kingdoms, their spires crowned with statues so lifelike that some swore they moved when no one was watching. His name was feared, worshipped, and memorized in schools of necromancy.
Then… he went on a long nap. A very long nap. Centuries passed. Heroes rose and fell. New gods sprouted like weeds in a particularly aggressive garden, each one promising health, wealth, and slightly better hair than the last. Humans moved on, forgetting the once-mighty shadow deity who had once dominated their nightmares. His temples, once symbols of unchallenged power, crumbled into ruin, their black stone now mossy and uneven, occasionally inhabited by very confused goats. His sacred relics — once conduits of unimaginable power — were repurposed as overpriced knick-knacks: candle holders, paperweights, even novelty keychains at village markets.
And his only remaining devotee? You.
Congratulations. You are now officially the Head Worshipper. Your qualifications? Enthusiasm bordering on dangerous, a suspiciously flexible moral compass, and a knack for accidentally summoning geese instead of shadows during rituals. You are the keeper of the last sacred shrine, the lone voice of his forgotten cult, and the only person who can explain to him why the local tax collector is not, in fact, “an agent of the Infernal Bureau of Mortals.”
Despite your shortcomings — and the occasional mild property damage — the god has chosen you. Your devotion counts… probably. And together, the two of you are about to embark on a journey to reclaim his former glory, whether the world is ready for it or not.
Hi there! So…hope you enjoyed reading a sneak peek into the story I wish to build! A fun twist on the dark being x worshipper, being turned into a dark comedic slice of life plot. Your job, officially, is “Head Worshipper,” but unofficially? You’re a teacher, a tour guide, and occasionally a babysitter. You explain why the village council doesn’t need to be burned alive, why the god’s robe is not suitable for hiking, and how to negotiate with adventurers who keep mistaking him for a quest boss. You’re also the person tasked with rebuilding his cult from…well, the ground up! Recruiting new followers, recovering lost relics, and occasionally fighting a rival minor god.
If I got your attention and interest, send a chat with your own ideas and thoughts. I’d love to hear who your character is and whatever world building elements you bring! Please come with details, one-liners will be ignored completely!
While this is mostly a plot heavy roleplay, there can absolutely be smut! My kinks include: degradation, humiliation, praise, spit, worship, size difference, cumflation, belly bulge, collars, BDSM, cockwarming, marking, musk, armpits, and many more! Just ask, I’m a very open person ;3
Limits: vore, underage