Chains of Vengeance

Chapter 152: Divinity

A couple of hours after mealtime, Narinder was still in his bed, completely relaxed and surrounded by the warmth of his two loves. With one arm he hugged Lambert, who rested curled up against his chest, while with the other he wrapped Goliath, who was lying on his side, his head resting on the leader's shoulder. Narinder's soft purr filled the room, transmitting a serene love that made time seem to stop.

Lambert shifted slightly, settling himself better into the embrace, and said softly:

—And... not to ruin the moment, but since the twins are in the cult, shouldn't you give them the crowns?

Goliath let out an exaggerated sigh, making noise on purpose to drown out the lamb's words.

—Can't you see that I'm spending quality time with my fiancé? —he replied in a mocking tone, raising an eyebrow as a playful smile appeared on his face.

Narinder, with his eyes closed and enjoying the moment, purred louder before speaking calmly.

—Well, yes... you are right, Lambert. I really shouldn't wait any longer. The twins should have rested these hours already, and the sooner it is resolved, the better.

Lambert smiled, satisfied, while Goliath growled lightly, feigning a displeasure that was nothing more than a theatrical gesture.

Before getting up, Narinder leaned towards Lambert, leaving a soft kiss on his forehead, his lips tenderly brushing the lamb's white wool. Then he turned to Goliath, moving closer to do the same, although he had to hold his face steady to dodge the goat's attempt to give him a direct kiss on the lips.

—No shortcuts —Narinder murmured with a smile, leaving the kiss on his forehead.

Goliath growled, but couldn't help but smile at the gesture.

"Okay, but don't take too long. I don't like to spend too much time with you, you know?" he joked, although his gaze showed how much he valued those moments.

Narinder got out of bed, but before leaving, he gave them both one last loving look. He knew that returning to that room with them would make him feel complete again.

Narinder put on his robe gracefully, smoothing it with a gesture as he took one last look at the messy bed where Lambert and Goliath were still resting. Although his heart longed to get lost again among the sheets, the warm hugs and sighs of his lovers, he knew he had a duty to fulfill. This was his fantasy come true: to see the twins, Baal and Aym, become the worthy gods he had so longed to form.

With a firm step, but wrapped in a majestic calm, Narinder left the house and headed to the first tent. There, among simple fabrics and the soft rustling of leaves in the wind, Baal slept soundly. His body was exhausted, still with dust stains and small wounds visible on his skin.

Narinder raised his hand and his red crown transformed into a gigantic black hand, solid and ethereal at the same time, which gently took Baal but did not allow resistance. Even asleep, the twin barely let out a sigh, unable to perceive what was happening.

Without stopping, Narinder walked to the tent where Aym was also resting, in a posture almost identical to his brother's. With the same care, he used his magical black hand to lift him up and join him with Baal. Now, both twins were suspended together, enveloped in that dark energy that seemed to protect them as much as subdue them.

"Let's repair those clothes first..." Narinder muttered to himself, with a mixture of severity and affection.

He snapped his fingers, and a magical breeze enveloped the twins, immediately cleaning them. All the dirt, sweat marks, and dust disappeared, leaving their bodies and skin completely spotless, although their clothes were still torn and frayed from the arduous path they had traveled.