Fics like milk under your tongue

Shane goes stiff with fear when a hand lands on the crown of his head. “You have received your vocation as my conduit. Would you deny me?” What was admonishment delivered by Teacher becomes condemnation out of the High Father’s mouth. Shane shakes his head. “Answer me in word, and meet my eye as you do.” The room is quiet enough to hear the pop of a candle wick. Knuckles white as he grips a blanket, Shane obeys. The reflection of flames in the High Father’s eyes seems so real. “I would not,” Shane whispers, “deny you, High Father. I am only following what I’ve been taught. To stay pure of body and spirit, and to, t-to serve you.” “To serve me.” The repeated phrase almost sounds approving. Shane grabs onto the assumed approval like it’s a life preserver. “Anything,” he promises. “I would do anything for you.” ____ Siloam's Rest has been waiting generations for a miracle. They found it in Shane. He was told it was an honor. What no one told him was the cost. Now, bound to a god still learning the shape of his own hunger, Shane is learning that some prayers are answered by taking, not giving—and that devotion, once spent, can be repurposed. (A cult! fic!)

Fics like milk under your tongue

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