Chains of Vengeance

Chapter 99: Union

That afternoon, Narinder and Lambert held hands, and the simple contact was enough for them, as if being together like this was the most natural thing in the world. Narinder noticed how their steps coincided, their breathing mixed, and every now and then they looked at each other, sharing smiles that seemed to illuminate more than the light of the sunset.

The cultists watched the scene with joy, whispering among themselves, delighted to see their god so happy with the lamb. Some exchanged glances of approval, while others smiled knowingly. The atmosphere was filled with that warm feeling, and it seemed that all the devotion and affection of the followers were directed towards that couple under the sky that was beginning to be tinged with stars.

Narinder, with a tenderness that almost surprised him, let his chin rest on Lambert's head, intertwining his fingers with those of the lamb while gently caressing its wool. He noticed with a smile that the lamb was softer than any pillow, and that detail made him smile even more, feeling that at that moment he could stay in that embrace forever. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the warmth of his companion envelop him, while Lambert settled even closer to his side, feeling completely safe and at peace.

Soon, night fell, and preparations for the play began to take shape. The cultists had enthusiastically organized themselves, and were now ready. Torches illuminated the stage with a soft glow, while the actors took their positions. This time, Weeber played Shamura, and a tiger painted black took the role of Narinder.

Lambert watched the play, amused and fascinated, his eyes shining with admiration. But Narinder barely paid attention to the stage; instead, he couldn't stop looking at Lambert's face. In every detail, in every movement and expression, he saw something that made his heart beat faster. The lamb's joy, his concentration, and the soft curve of his lips seemed to eclipse everything else. While Lambert laughed and enjoyed the performance, Narinder continued to caress his hand, whispering loving words that only they could hear, and Lambert responded with soft laughter and knowing glances.

At that moment, there was no one else in the world for Narinder. The voices, the laughter, and the lights around them faded away. Only Lambert remained, the love that grew with each shared gesture, and the certainty that at that moment, right there, he was where he had always wanted to be.

Once the play was over, the cultists settled around the large table, where plates overflowing with fruits, breads, stews, and other delicacies decorated the surface. Narinder looked around, observing the happy and satisfied faces of his people, the joyful murmur filling the air.

As he raised his glass, everyone fell silent, expectant. With a warm smile, Narinder began his speech:

"Dear brothers and sisters, this moment is to celebrate life, that divine spark that allows us to laugh, love and learn together. For a long time, I searched in dark places and in the shadows for the meaning of my existence. I believed that revenge and power were my destiny, but now I see that I was blind. Life is not always found in battles, nor in resentment, but in simple moments, in each sunrise, in the embrace of those around us, in the act of creating something beautiful together.

Today, I have found one more reason to live. I have found love, something I never thought was for me, and even less in someone like Lambert. With him, I have discovered the peace that for centuries I believed unattainable. I do not only celebrate life today, I celebrate love and the joy of sharing my future with someone who knows me as I am and still accepts and loves me."

A burst of applause filled the room as the cultists cheered excitedly. Narinder was smiling, but there was a special sparkle in his eyes. He turned to Lambert, and in a solemn and tender gesture, he took a gold ring that he created using fervor between his fingers.

"And I also declare at this moment that I will marry the lamb," he said in a tone that sounded somewhere between jubilant and serious. Narinder slipped the ring onto Lambert's finger, his eyes fixed on him with a unique intensity. Lambert, blushing but smiling, also put a ring on Narinder's, his hands shaking slightly with emotion.

And then, they leaned towards each other. In a slow, deep kiss, Narinder felt Lambert's warmth and softness, a moment when time seemed to stop, where the world narrowed down to just the two of them. Their lips moved in unison, in perfect synchrony, with an intensity that showed the connection between them, beyond words and promises.

The cultists burst into cheers and applause, some even wiping away tears, moved by the union they witnessed.

Finally, as Narinder and Lambert parted, still smiling, Narinder raised his glass again and proclaimed, "Now let us celebrate with this feast!" The dinner began with laughter, toasts, and a warmth in the air that only love and acceptance can bring.