I looked around my new bedroom again. It was oddly relieving to have something like this again, I guess it only makes sense. I've been trapped in a prison for over 1000 years... I groaned at the memory. I looked over at the bed as I approached the neatly folded red robe. I held it up as I examined it. It's definitely in better condition than my current robe.. It's the same ones I saw earlier that the followers were wearing.. Ohhhh greattttt. I rolled my eyes as I took the robe towards the bathroom and sat it on the counter. Stupid robe, stupid cabin. I rummaged through the sink cabinet and found the med kit. Stupid cuts, stupid bandages. I thought, as I took my current robe off, leaving myself in my shorts. Stupid.. I looked in the mirror, my thoughts being cut short. I was basically covered head to toe in small cuts. It looked like a glass bomb had exploded and I was the unfortunate victim that happened to be right next to it. A few of the big slashes on my chest were still slowly bleeding as I grimaced at the sight. I looked so pathetic.
"Stupid LAMB." I snarled out loud to myself as I slammed my fist on the hard counter. I flinched back in pain. Why is this body so annoying!? I rubbed my fist, easing the pain before I just gave up and resumed tending to my wounds.
Wait, how the fuck do you do this again..? I stood there for a moment, staring at the med kit... Maybe the robe will just hide it so I don't have to deal with it, it's red anyways. I glanced back at the robe. It's a short robe that stops just above the knees and has short sleeves. Really?..
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A bath would help right? It washes blood off and might make it stop or like clean it or whatever. I haven't had an injury like this in.. centuries? I walked over to the bath and turned on the tap, putting it on hot since well cold baths suck. I looked around the bathroom as I waited. I noticed in the sink cabinet there is 'bubble bath' stuff? I have never heard of this before.. I turned the bottle around and looked at the labels. It says it's like soap or something for your bath, I looked over at the water filling the tub then the bottle. I mean it might clean my wounds right? I walked over to the tub, tipping the bottle upside down as I squirted the liquid out of it, just a bit. I walked away and put the bottle back. I came back over to the tub and it had tons of bubbles to the point I couldn't see the water anymore.
"Uhh..." I muttered, the sight surprising and a bit amusing. I wonder why they didn't have stuff like this before my imprisonment. A scent of lavender filled the room, it must be from the bubbles. I took off my shorts and boxers and gently plopped myself into the steaming bubble bath. I hissed in pain as all of the cuts on my body stung as soon as it came in contact with the water. God damn that LAMB! I relaxed into the bath, trying to ignore the stinging all over my body, especially the cuts on my chest. I continued to mentally curse out the lamb for each ache and pain I felt.
A few minutes passed as I stared at the tiled wall, my body relaxed fully in the tub and the stinging of my cuts died down now. I can't believe that after all of this time, being stupidly patient in my prison, getting a follower to start a cult in my name, getting that said follower to then kill the other members of the Old Faith and now... now I've been defeated by that INCEL OF A LAMB. My servants Baal and Aym DEAD! AND NOW I'm stuck in a dreadful cabin with a horrible cult! I'm not even technically free either! This is all of the Lamb's fault! I can't believe they betrayed me like this! I didn't even notice that I was practically panting from how frustrated I was until I heard my claws scratch the tub with a squeak. My attention turned back to my current situation. In my bathtub, bubbles surrounding me and now two claw marks on each side of the bath. I sighed heavily, clearly annoyed as I sunk further into the bathtub, my head just above the water.
"This can't get any worse." I said bitterly through gritted teeth.
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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...
