My breath came out ragged, my body shook from exhaustion. My servants Baal and Aym are a mere memory now. The lamb stood before me. The dammed lamb didn't kneel, didn't plead for their life when I told them to kneel, no. They fought back. The worst part is I'm the one who ended up on the ground, pitifully defeated. I was covered in various scratches and gashes, blood littering my clothes, as I was forced to kneel. My knees dug into the white void that was once my prison. I shot daggers at the lamb, my eyes radiating hate. He was my servant, supposed to be loyal, and meant to be sacrificed! He fulfilled his duties, now it's his time... but he REFUSED.
"If you were expecting me to beg, your mistaken." My voice came out raspy but frustrated.
I have been reduced to a mortal-like body, it felt disgusting. The lamb's innocent-looking eyes stared back at mine with that sickeningly sweet smile.
"I'm not going to kill you." They spoke softly.
I looked at them. What the hell do they want?
"Going to torture me, you damned lamb?" I sneered through gritted teeth.
The lamb's giggles echoed in the vast white void, oddly enough it sent a shiver up my spine. That just made me more aggravated. Who does he think he is?!
"No, dear Narinder-"
"Do NOT address me by my name, I never gave you permission." I spat. The lamb being disrespectful is an understatement at this point.
"You are no longer The One Who Waits, nor the bishop of Death." The lamb calmly stated.
I gritted my teeth. He was right and I fucking hate it. My claws dug into my pants as I growled. I WILL REGAIN MY REIGN.
"Now as I was saying," The lamb looked down at me before continuing. "You will be my follower."
WHAT?!?!
I glared at the floor beneath my knees. Rage festered in me as I felt like I was being driven mad. My chest quickly rose and fell. My ears pinned back in disgust. This is worse than death.
"You... YOU SICK LAMB! I WILL NEVER BE YOUR SERVANT!" I demanded, adrenaline rushed through my body. "YOU DAMNED LAMB! DISRESPECTFUL WRETCH! I. HATE. YOU." I said in the cruelest way I could muster. "NOTHING WILL EVER CHANGE THAT!!"
This stupid, stupid lamb thought I would comply!? I was to be freed from my chains, NOT just thrown into new ones! The lamb's smile faltered slightly at my words, good. I will make him suffer for what hes done.
"I'll send you off now." They said in an unusual monotone voice as they conjured magic from the Red Crown. A pentagram appeared below me, emitting a red glow.
"WAIT, I'M NOT, DON'T-" I choked out but the portal sucked me in.
My vision was quickly suffocated with pitch black, all noises falling silent.
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Facades and Fantasies (Lamb x Narinder)
FanfictionNarinder is defeated by his own follower, The Lamb, and is forced into their cult. How will Narinder escape his new 'prison'? Will he ever? In this slow burn novel the former bishop of death explores the facades of himself and others by uncovering t...
