You are the daughter of Shamura, the only one of their layed eggs to survive. After the events of the Lamb killing all five Bishops, your family, you want nothing but revenge.
You create your own crown and cult in hopes of getting vengeance for your...
This is basically just a chapter telling things about [Y/N]
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As a small spiderling, [Y/N] was taken care of and taught about her power by the Bishops of The Old Faith.
[Y/N] grew up in Silk Cradle with her Father Shamura. Due to her Father not really having a gender, [Y/N] addresses them as both Mother and Father.
[Y/N] occasionally went to visit her aunt and her uncles, Heket, Kallamar, Leshy, and Narinder. [Y/N] loved to help her relatives around their cults, she found them all pleasant to hang around. All except Narinder.
Narinder was a bit of a bully, and was constantly trying to get [Y/N] to realize her power and use it to overthrow the Bishops in his name. He was easily her least favorite uncle.
[Y/N]'s view of her Uncle Narinder only got worse when he tried to kill each of his siblings to gain power, and be the most powerful Bishop there was. Poor [Y/N] was so worried about her Father, they'd gotten their skull bashed open, and while [Y/N] knew her Mother was an all powerful god, no one likes to see their loved ones hurt. Narinder was banished from the living world, and was trapped in the afterlife to sit and wait for whatever savior was to come for him.
All was going well after Narinder's banishment. [Y/N] had overheard her Mother and her Aunt Heket talking about some "prophecy". She had no idea what this prophecy was about, but [Y/N] knew her Father would have her hung up by her head if she disturbed them while working to ask what this prophecy was.
Now, [Y/N] was down on her knees, crying over her Mother's dead body. It was all because of that Lamb. First Uncle Leshy, then Aunt Heket, after that Uncle Kallamar, then finally her dear Father Shamura. [Y/N] didn't care if her Uncle Narinder was next, he wasn't of her concern.
All [Y/N] wanted now was revenge on that walking piece of veal.
