Chains of Vengeance

Chapter 105: Determination

Lambert woke up in the softness of the morning, gently stroking Narinder's black fur, sliding his hands delicately over his fur as if weaving a silent affection into it. His caresses were slow and full of tenderness, almost ritualistic, as if he wanted to record in his memory every strand of fur, every little moment.

"Your sweet sacrifice is ready for his last day among the living," Lambert murmured with a mixture of pride and acceptance, as he looked at Narinder.

Narinder looked up, and the red of his dark skin stood out on his face, intensifying with a subtle blush. "Lamby... don't say it like that, I get too emotional," he replied in a shaky, nervous voice. The fact of knowing what was about to happen filled Narinder with a strange anxiety, as if threads of desire and nostalgia were woven into that decision.

Lambert bleated in a cheerful, firm tone, radiating an air of determination and pride that only he could display. "We lambs were the species destined to be the sacrificial animal anyway," Lambert stated, his words full of conviction.

Lambert, before getting out of bed, placed a warm kiss on Narinder's cheek. Then, with his usual enthusiasm, he went in search of the brush. "It's a perfect plan," he proclaimed, as he began to brush his wool, fluffing it with meticulous care.

Narinder rose that morning with unusual calm, feeling the sun softly illuminating his room. He put on his red crown and robe, each movement filled with purpose. Then, seeing Lambert in front of the mirror, a smile bloomed on his lips. He walked over to him, and with careful hands, placed his red cloak and golden bell on him. His fingers brushed the scar on the lamb's neck, caressing it tenderly, as if each touch was a silent promise.

Then, in a fit of affection, Narinder put his arms around Lambert from behind, holding him close as he gently brushed his wool, letting the moment fill with a quiet, deep intimacy.

"I..." Narinder murmured, his voice heavy with melancholy. "I think I feel very guilty about what I did to my brothers... I just make excuses for that... but... I just want to forget them, I want to forget everything that happened to them..."

Lambert, who had remained silent until then, turned to look him straight in the eyes. His gaze, filled with unbreakable strength, caught Narinder.

"I hate your brothers," Lambert said, honestly. "They committed many sins... but you are a victim of them... Maybe..." He paused, his eyes searching for something on Narinder's face.

"How about you leave them in the veil for a thousand years?" Lambert suggested. "That would be fair. And if after that you change your mind, you can free them... or you can let them go to the world of the dead."

Lambert's words lit up Narinder's face, who, excited, smiled at him with a gratitude that came from the depths of his heart. "It's perfect! You are perfect..."

Before Lambert could react, Narinder began to shower him with kisses, his face reflecting a mix of relief and joy. Kiss after kiss, he let his love for him become the answer to all his doubts, as if each kiss was a shield against the sorrows of his past. Lambert laughed softly, enjoying Narinder's total surrender, feeling that, at that moment, only the two of them mattered.

After leaving the house, Narinder and Lambert walked towards the temple, the air was charged with a mixture of solemnity and affection. The intertwined hands seemed to say more than any words: there was something deeply symbolic in that moment, an act of love and surrender, even as they approached a sombre destiny. Lambert walked firmly beside him, calm and aware, while Narinder, still without letting go of his hand, looked ahead with a mixture of sadness and determination.

Upon reaching the temple, Narinder rang the bell, its sound resonated throughout the service, and one by one the followers began to arrive, filling the room with murmurs and expectant looks. The atmosphere was charged with energy and mystery, and everyone seemed to sense that a transcendental moment was about to occur. Lambert gave Narinder's hand a gentle squeeze, and with an expression of peace, looked at him, conveying that he was ready, and that nothing would change what he felt for him. Narinder took a deep breath, knowing that this sacrifice was a test of his own power and love, a bond that not even death could break.