I’m going to be writing a lot of cult themed oneshots because I really like those types of fanfics
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The woods were silent, save for the distant rustling of leaves as a breeze whispered through the trees. At the heart of the forest stood a small clearing, where a circle of makeshift tents and weathered wooden structures marked the domain of Rody Lamoree’s cult. To his followers, he was a beacon of freedom, a leader who had liberated them from the chains of society’s moral shackles. They worshipped him, not because he demanded it, but because he showed them a life unbound by the laws of the mundane world. His teachings celebrated indulgence, passion, and the embrace of one’s true nature, no matter how dark or twisted.
But there was another force in these woods-a rival cult led by a woman who called herself the Divine Priestess. Her teachings were the antithesis of Rody’s. She preached purity, chastity, and restraint, binding her followers to a life of denial and repression. Rody despised her, not just for what she represented, but because her cult had begun to draw some of his followers away. They whispered of redemption and the promise of cleansing their souls from the ‘filth’ Rody had taught them to embrace.
Rody stood at the edge of his camp, his green eyes narrowed as he stared into the dark expanse of the forest. Somewhere beyond the trees lay the camp of the Divine Priestess, and with it, the source of his growing frustration. He had worked too hard to build his following, and he would not allow her to tear it apart. A cruel smile curved his lips as an idea began to form in his mind.
The Divine Priestess had a son-Vincent. A young man, barely out of his teens, who had been raised in the suffocating grasp of his mother’s teachings. Rody had caught glimpses of him before, on the rare occasions when their paths crossed in the woods. Vincent was quiet, with neatly styled short black hair, and eyes that seemed to hide an ocean of suppressed desires. Rody knew that look well-it was the look of someone desperately trying to cling to the last threads of purity, even as their soul cried out for the freedom to indulge in forbidden pleasures.
Rody’s smile widened as he turned and walked back into the camp. He knew exactly how he would strike back at the Divine Priestess. If he could corrupt her son, he would not only get his revenge but also strike a devastating blow to her influence over his former followers. He would make Vincent impure, and in doing so, shatter the Divine Priestess’s hold over those who believed in her lies.
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It didn’t take long for Rody to find Vincent. The boy often ventured into the forest on his own, seeking solace in the quiet places where the shadows were thick and the air was heavy with the scent of damp earth. Rody watched him from a distance at first, observing the way Vincent moved with an almost ethereal grace, as if he were afraid to disturb the world around him.
One afternoon, Rody decided it was time to make his move. He stepped out from the shadows and into Vincent’s path, his presence startling the boy. Vincent froze, his dark eyes widening as he took in the sight of the tall, well-built man standing before him.
“You’re Vincent, aren’t you?” Rody’s voice was smooth, almost hypnotic, as he took a step closer.
Vincent nodded hesitantly, his gaze flicking to the ground. “Yes… You’re Rody, the one my mother warns us about.”
Rody chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. “I suppose I am. And what has she told you about me?”
“That you’re dangerous… that you lead people astray.” Vincent’s voice was quiet, but there was a hint of curiosity beneath the caution.
“And do you believe her?” Rody asked, taking another step forward until he was close enough to see the faint flush on Vincent’s pale cheeks.
Vincent hesitated, his eyes meeting Rody’s for the briefest of moments before darting away again. “I… I don’t know.”
Rody reached out, gently lifting Vincent’s chin so that the boy was forced to look at him. “She’s wrong, you know. I don’t lead people astray-I show them the truth. I teach them to embrace who they really are, without shame or fear. I can see it in you, Vincent. You’re trapped, just like they were. You’re suffocating under the weight of your mother’s lies.”
Vincent’s breath hitched as Rody’s words seemed to cut through the layers of repression that had been built up over the years. “I’m not…” he began, but the words faltered on his lips.
Rody leaned in closer, his voice a seductive whisper. “You don’t have to pretend with me. I know what you really want. I can see the desire in your eyes, the hunger you’re too afraid to acknowledge. Let me help you, Vincent. Let me show you what it means to be free.”
Vincent’s heart raced as Rody’s words seeped into his mind, awakening feelings he had tried so hard to bury. He had always felt different, out of place among his mother’s followers. There was a darkness within him, a yearning for something more than the empty promises of purity. And now, here was Rody, offering him a way out, a chance to explore the side of himself he had always been too afraid to face.
“I… I don’t know if I can,” Vincent whispered, his voice trembling.
Rody smiled, a slow, wicked smile that sent a shiver down Vincent’s spine. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. But if you want to explore… if you want to know what it feels like to let go, I’ll be here. You don’t have to be afraid, Vincent. I’ll take care of you.”
For a long moment, Vincent said nothing, his mind a whirl of confusion and desire. But in the end, it was the promise of freedom-the promise of something more-that won out. He nodded, a small, almost imperceptible movement, but it was enough.
Rody’s smile widened as he took Vincent’s hand and led him deeper into the forest, away from the watchful eyes of the Divine Priestess. The boy followed without protest, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anticipation. He didn’t know what awaited him, but for the first time in his life, he felt a spark of excitement, a thrill that sent a rush of heat through his veins.
As they walked, Rody whispered to him, filling his mind with thoughts of pleasure and indulgence, of a life unbound by the rules that had held him captive for so long. Vincent listened, his resistance crumbling with each word, until he was no longer sure where his thoughts ended and Rody’s began.
By the time they reached Rody’s camp, Vincent was trembling, but it was not with fear. He wanted this-wanted to feel the touch of the man who had promised him freedom, wanted to taste the forbidden fruit that had been dangled before him.
Rody led him to a small, secluded tent at the edge of the camp. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of incense, and the dim light cast flickering shadows on the canvas walls. Rody turned to Vincent, his eyes dark with intent.
“Are you sure about this?” Rody asked, his voice soft but laced with an underlying command.
Vincent hesitated only for a moment before nodding. “Yes… I want to.”
Rody’s smile was triumphant as he reached out to brush a strand of hair from Vincent’s forehead. “Good. Then let’s begin.”
He leaned in, capturing Vincent’s lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. Vincent stiffened at first, but as Rody’s hands moved to his waist, pulling him closer, the boy began to relax, the tension melting from his body. The kiss deepened, and Vincent found himself responding, his hands gripping Rody’s shoulders as he surrendered to the flood of sensations.
It was intoxicating-the feel of Rody’s hands on his skin, the taste of his lips, the heat of his body pressed against his own. Vincent had never known anything like this before, and it overwhelmed him, driving away the last vestiges of doubt and fear.
Rody was relentless, guiding Vincent’s every move, coaxing him further and further into the depths of indulgence. He knew exactly how to touch him, how to whisper words that made Vincent’s heart race and his mind spin. And as the night wore on, Rody took everything Vincent had to offer, molding him into something new-something impure.
By the time they were finished, Vincent was trembling, his body slick with sweat, his mind a haze of pleasure and exhaustion. He lay beside Rody, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Rody watched him, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
“You did well, Vincent,” Rody murmured, his fingers trailing lazily over the boy’s chest. “You’re starting to see the truth now, aren’t you?”
Vincent nodded weakly, his eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. “Yes… I see it.”
Rody’s smile widened. “Good. There’s so much more I can teach you, so much more you can become. But for now, rest. You’ll need your strength for what comes next.”
Vincent closed his eyes, the weight of his newfound freedom pressing down on him like a heavy blanket. He had crossed a line tonight, one he knew he could never return from. But as he drifted off to sleep, he couldn’t find it in himself to care. For the first time in his life, he felt truly alive.
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The days that followed were a blur of temptation and surrender. Vincent returned to Rody’s camp each night, drawn by a force he couldn’t resist. Rody was always waiting for him, ready to guide him deeper into the world of indulgence and depravity. He never pushed too hard-just enough to keep Vincent craving more, to make him dependent on the twisted pleasure Rody offered.
Rody reveled in his success. The Divine Priestess had no idea what was happening to her precious son, how he was slowly being corrupted right under her nose. It wouldn’t be long before Vincent was completely under his control, a willing pawn in his game of revenge.
But as the days turned into weeks, something unexpected began to happen. Rody found himself drawn to Vincent in a way he hadn’t anticipated. It was supposed to be a simple manipulation, a way to strike back at the Divine Priestess. But Vincent’s vulnerability, his quiet desperation, stirred something in Rody that he hadn’t felt in a long time-something dangerously close to affection.
Vincent, for his part, was falling deeper under Rody’s spell. The man’s confidence, his strength, his ability to make him feel alive-Vincent had never known anything like it. He found himself looking forward to their meetings, not just for the pleasure Rody offered, but for the sense of belonging he felt in his presence. It was something his mother’s cult had never given him, something he hadn’t realized he craved until Rody had shown him what it meant to be free.
But freedom came at a price, and Vincent was beginning to understand just how high that price could be.
One night, after a particularly intense encounter, Vincent lay beside Rody, his thoughts heavy with doubt. “Rody… what will happen when my mother finds out? She’ll never forgive me for this.”
Rody turned to him, his expression unreadable in the dim light of the tent. “Do you want her forgiveness, Vincent? Do you want to go back to the life she’s built for you?”
Vincent hesitated, his heart aching with the weight of the question. He had never defied his mother before, never questioned her authority. But now… now he wasn’t sure if he could return to the life of purity and restraint she demanded of him.
“I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice barely a whisper.
Rody’s gaze softened, and for a moment, the mask of control he wore slipped, revealing a hint of vulnerability. “You have a choice, Vincent. You can go back to her, beg for her forgiveness, and live the life she wants for you. Or you can stay with me, embrace who you really are, and never look back.”
Vincent’s heart pounded in his chest as he considered Rody’s words. He had come to care for Rody, more than he wanted to admit. But the thought of completely severing ties with his mother, of fully embracing the darkness Rody offered, terrified him.
“I’m scared,” he confessed, his voice trembling.
Rody reached out, pulling Vincent into his arms. “It’s okay to be scared, Vincent. Change is frightening. But you don’t have to face it alone. I’ll be here with you, every step of the way.”
Vincent buried his face in Rody’s chest, drawing comfort from the steady beat of his heart. He wanted to believe Rody, wanted to trust that he could find happiness in this new life. But doubt gnawed at him, a constant reminder of the life he was leaving behind.
As the night wore on, Vincent drifted into an uneasy sleep, his dreams plagued by visions of his mother’s cold, disapproving gaze. In his sleep, he murmured her name, a soft plea for forgiveness that went unheard by the man holding him close.
Rody watched Vincent sleep, his mind a storm of conflicting emotions. He had started this with the intention of destroying the Divine Priestess, of using her son as a weapon against her. But now… now he wasn’t so sure. Vincent had become more than just a pawn in his game. He had become someone Rody cared about, someone he wanted to protect, even from himself.
But it was too late to turn back now. Rody had set events in motion that couldn’t be undone. He had made Vincent impure, had tainted him in a way that could never be erased. And when the Divine Priestess found out, there would be no forgiveness, no going back to the way things were.
Rody’s jaw tightened as he made a decision. He would protect Vincent, no matter the cost. Even if it meant facing the wrath of the Divine Priestess, even if it meant tearing down the walls he had built around his own heart. He had started this out of hatred, but somewhere along the way, it had become something more.
He pressed a soft kiss to Vincent’s forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulled away. “Sleep well, Vincent,” he whispered, his voice tinged with a sadness he couldn’t fully understand. “Tomorrow, we’ll figure out what comes next. Together.”
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The next morning, the first rays of sunlight filtered through the trees, casting a golden glow over the forest. Vincent woke to find Rody already awake, sitting at the edge of the tent with a pensive expression on his face.
“Rody?” Vincent’s voice was hesitant as he sat up, pulling the blanket around his shoulders.
Rody turned to him, his gaze softening. “Morning, Vincent. How did you sleep?”
“Not well,” Vincent admitted, his thoughts still clouded by the remnants of his troubled dreams. “I kept thinking about… about everything.”
Rody nodded, understanding the weight of what Vincent was going through. “It’s a lot to process, I know. But we don’t have to make any decisions right now. Let’s just take it one step at a time.”
Vincent looked at Rody, searching his eyes for any sign of deceit, but all he found was sincerity. He nodded, feeling a small measure of comfort in Rody’s words. “Okay… one step at a time.”
Rody smiled, a genuine smile that reached his eyes. “Good. Now, let’s get something to eat. We’ll need our strength for what comes next.”
As they emerged from the tent, the forest was alive with the sounds of birdsong and the rustling of leaves. But beneath the surface, a storm was brewing. The Divine Priestess would soon discover what had happened to her son, and when she did, there would be no mercy.
Vincent’s voice trembled, and his vulnerability was laid bare in that moment. Rody watched him closely, the faint flicker of doubt in the boy’s eyes reflecting back at him. This was the moment, Rody knew, where the final thread of Vincent’s innocence would either be severed or cling desperately to the remnants of a life that was slipping away.
Rody’s hand slid over Vincent’s chest, fingers brushing lightly against his skin. His touch was both comforting and possessive, grounding Vincent in the present while subtly binding him to a future that Rody had meticulously crafted.
“Fear is natural, Vincent,” Rody murmured, his voice as soothing as it was insidious. “But fear is only a chain meant to hold you back. Your mother, her followers-they’re all bound by it. They live their lives in a prison of their own making, afraid to step out of the shadows of purity they hide behind.”
Vincent closed his eyes, feeling the weight of Rody’s words pressing down on him, sinking into his very soul. He had spent his entire life under the oppressive control of his mother’s teachings, drowning in the guilt and shame that came with every impure thought, every fleeting desire. But now, in Rody’s arms, he had tasted something different-something darker, yes, but also something exhilarating and liberating.
“I don’t want to go back,” Vincent whispered, his voice barely audible, as if saying the words out loud might shatter the fragile resolve he was clinging to.
Rody’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction, though his expression remained calm, almost gentle. He knew he had won, but he wouldn’t rush the boy. Vincent had to come to the decision on his own, had to believe that he was choosing this path of his own free will.
“You don’t have to,” Rody whispered back, his lips brushing against Vincent’s ear. “Stay with me, Vincent. Embrace the freedom I offer. Here, you can be anything you want, do anything you desire, without fear of judgment or consequence.”
Vincent shivered at the promise in Rody’s words, the intoxicating allure of a life unburdened by the expectations and constraints that had been placed on him since birth. He opened his eyes and looked at Rody, searching for something-reassurance, perhaps, or maybe just the strength to take that final step into the unknown.
“What if I can’t?” Vincent asked, his voice trembling with uncertainty. “What if I’m not strong enough to let go?”
Rody’s hand moved to cradle Vincent’s face, his thumb brushing gently across his cheek. “You are strong enough, Vincent. You’ve already taken the hardest step by coming to me, by allowing yourself to feel, to want. The rest… the rest is just letting go. And I’ll be here with you, every step of the way.”
Vincent’s breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, the silence between them was deafening. Then, slowly, he nodded, a small but resolute gesture that sealed his fate.
“Okay,” he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of determination and resignation. “I’ll stay.”
Rody smiled, a dark and triumphant smile that held a hint of something deeper-something almost tender. He leaned down, capturing Vincent’s lips in a kiss that was both possessive and reassuring, sealing the pact between them. Vincent responded with a fervor that surprised even him, the last of his fears and doubts melting away under the heat of Rody’s touch.
As they lay together in the dimly lit tent, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, bound together by a shared understanding, a shared hunger. For Vincent, there was no turning back now. He had chosen his path, and it was a path that led him deeper into the darkness, into a life of indulgence and sin.
But for the first time in his life, he felt truly free.
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As the days passed, Vincent’s transformation became more apparent. He no longer flinched at the dark rituals that Rody performed with his followers, no longer hesitated to partake in the pleasures that were offered to him. He had become a shadow of his former self-a willing participant in the very acts that his mother had spent her life condemning.
And Rody… Rody found himself watching Vincent with a growing sense of possessiveness. What had started as a game, a means of revenge, had turned into something far more complex. He had broken Vincent, yes, but in doing so, he had also bound the boy to him in a way he hadn’t anticipated. There was a darkness in Vincent now, a hunger that mirrored Rody’s own, and it thrilled him.
But there was also a lingering question, one that gnawed at the edges of Rody’s mind even as he reveled in his success: What would happen when the Divine Priestess discovered what he had done? How would she react when she realized that her precious son had been corrupted beyond redemption?
Rody didn’t fear the confrontation-if anything, he welcomed it. But he knew that it would be a test, not just for him, but for Vincent as well. Would the boy stand by his side, or would he crumble under the weight of his mother’s wrath?
Only time would tell. But for now, Rody was content to wait, to watch as Vincent continued to descend into the darkness he had so carefully cultivated. And when the time came, he would be ready.
For Vincent’s sake, and for his own.
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Rody and Vincent shared a quiet breakfast, the forest around them filled with the soft sounds of nature. The serenity was deceptive, masking the turmoil that lay beneath. Rody’s demeanor was calm, almost too calm, as he went about preparing a simple meal. His thoughts were on the inevitable confrontation with the Divine Priestess and the steps he needed to take to ensure Vincent’s loyalty-and his own safety.
As they ate, Rody’s mind worked through his plan. He needed to solidify Vincent’s commitment to him and make sure that Vincent’s fear of his mother outweighed any lingering loyalty. He also needed to ensure that Vincent would be too entangled in his new life to return to his old one, even if he wanted to.
“Vincent,” Rody said, breaking the silence. “I know this is all new and overwhelming, but I need you to understand something important.”
Vincent looked up from his plate, his eyes wary but curious. “What is it?”
Rody leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You’re in a dangerous position right now. Your mother will come looking for you, and when she does, she won’t be merciful. She’ll do everything in her power to bring you back into her fold, or worse, to destroy what we’ve built here.”
Vincent’s face paled. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying,” Rody continued, his tone steady and persuasive, “that you need to fully commit to this new life. It’s not just about rejecting your past; it’s about embracing a future where you’re safe and free. The more you cling to your old life, the more vulnerable you’ll be.”
Vincent’s eyes flickered with uncertainty. “But what if I’m not ready to give up everything?”
Rody placed a reassuring hand on Vincent’s. “You don’t have to give up everything all at once. Just take the first step-make a choice. If you choose to stay with me, to embrace this freedom, then I can protect you and help you navigate this new world. If you hesitate or try to go back, you’ll be putting yourself in grave danger.”
Vincent’s breath quickened. “What if she finds out about… us?”
Rody’s gaze was intense, his eyes locking onto Vincent’s with an unspoken promise. “She will find out, eventually. But by then, you’ll be so ingrained in this life, so dependent on what we have here, that you won’t want to go back. And if she does come, we’ll be ready. You’re not alone in this.”
The fear in Vincent’s eyes began to give way to a spark of determination. “And if I stay?”
Rody’s smile was predatory, his grip on Vincent’s hand tightening ever so slightly. “If you stay, you’ll be under my protection. You’ll have power, pleasure, and a place where you truly belong. You’ll be part of something greater than the restrictive life you’ve known. You’ll become someone who’s valued for who they really are.”
Vincent’s eyes searched Rody’s face, looking for any trace of deceit but finding only the cold certainty of his words. “What if I want to leave? What if I can’t do this anymore?”
Rody’s expression hardened, the warmth in his eyes replaced by a steely resolve. “If you try to leave, you’ll be exposed. Your mother will be relentless, and you’ll have nowhere to go. You’ll be caught between two worlds, neither of which will welcome you. But if you stay, you’ll be safe, and you’ll have me to guide you.”
Vincent swallowed hard, the weight of Rody’s words pressing down on him. He knew that returning to his old life was no longer an option, not if he wanted to avoid the wrath of the Divine Priestess. And despite his fears, there was a part of him that was beginning to accept the life Rody offered-if only because it seemed like the only path available to him now.
Rody’s hand lingered on Vincent’s, his thumb brushing lightly over the boy’s knuckles. “Think about what I’ve said, Vincent. This is your chance to choose a new path. But remember, every choice has consequences. Make sure you choose wisely.”
Vincent nodded slowly, the turmoil in his mind beginning to settle into a reluctant acceptance. He didn’t know what the future held, but he knew that Rody was right-he couldn’t go back. Not now, and perhaps not ever.
As they finished their meal, Rody’s mind was already planning their next steps. He needed to keep Vincent under his influence, to ensure that the boy’s attachment to him grew stronger with each passing day. And he needed to prepare for the inevitable confrontation with the Divine Priestess.
He watched Vincent with a calculating gaze, noting the way the boy’s posture had shifted from defensive to slightly resigned. It was a start, but there was still work to be done. He needed Vincent to be more than just a pawn in his game-he needed him to be fully committed, fully dependent, and most importantly, fully aligned with Rody’s vision.
“Let’s get ready for the day,” Rody said, his voice shifting to a more casual tone. “We have a lot to do, and we need to be prepared for whatever comes next.”
Vincent nodded, standing up with a new sense of purpose, albeit one still tinged with uncertainty. As they began their preparations, Rody’s thoughts were already turning to the next phase of his plan. He was determined to secure Vincent’s loyalty, even if it meant deepening his manipulation. The Divine Priestess had chosen her path, and now it was time for Rody to make sure Vincent would never look back.
The forest seemed peaceful, but beneath its tranquil surface, a storm was brewing-a storm that would soon come to a head. And as Rody guided Vincent further into the depths of his influence, the conflict between the two cults was about to reach its breaking point.
—
The first move in Rody’s elaborate game was already in motion, and the wheels of fate were turning. The coming days would test their resolve, their loyalties, and their understanding of what it meant to be truly free. For Vincent, the journey was just beginning, and the choices he made now would determine not only his future but also the outcome of Rody’s relentless quest for vengeance and control.
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