≈Narinder🕋🐈‍⬛≈⁴

Narinder, that name keeps popping into Lamb's head, but he doesn't know why, he just knows that it's in his head, it wasn't until that fateful day.
Lamb was doomed to die. They offered his head to eliminate the last lamb and ensure that Narinder wouldn't attack them again, since, to everyone, they were a despicable god, simply because they didn't want to face his wrath. But they made a mistake. Lamb was teleported to where Narinder was. He, who had thought his brothers had won, was surprised when Lamb arrived with him, power in hand. He returned Lamb to power, jokingly suggesting he create a cult where he would be worshipped.
"You see, my dear Lamb, they stole my freedom, they have me bound in chains I don't deserve. Your duty... your duty is to get me out of here. I'll give you everything, strength and privileges, as long as you bring me the heads of those bastards!!"

Narinder, a cat of the pure and divine deity, a black cat with fur as long as the sea, reduced to such a simple thing as this. It's pathetic! He was the best! Now he's worthless, and he's despised by that... that filthy, filthy LAMB! But he can't do anything. Now, under Lamb's control is the cult here. He was condemned, imprisoned from the freedom he once was. His brothers condemned him to this. That's why he swore to kill them, every single one of them, no matter the cost. He would have their heads, one by one, no matter the total price. He would do it. He would make them pay for such cruel banishment, and yet he is still condemned to the freedom to move.