The rooster's crowing echoed in the cool morning air, marking the start of a new day at the cult. Narinder slowly opened his eyes, but his eyelids felt incredibly heavy, as if the night had barely been enough to restore his energy.
The warm mattress and the comforting feel of the bodies beside him made him hesitate to move. He had no intention of leaving the comfort of his bed, especially when a rhythmic, loud sound filled the room: Goliath's deep snores.
Narinder narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly. His beloved second husband slept like a rock, his chest rising and falling with each breath, and the low sound of his sleep had an unexpectedly calming effect. Somehow, that resonant snore inspired him to do the same: stay there and continue resting.
On his other side, Lambert was also sleeping peacefully, his small body nestled in complete trust on Narinder's other side. His breathing was soft, barely perceptible compared to Goliath's, but equally comforting.
Narinder looked at them for a moment, feeling a sweet warmth on his chest. With lazy movements, he made himself more comfortable between them, drawing them even closer in a warm embrace.
Even with his eyes closed, he allowed himself to enjoy the moment. He didn't dream anything that night, but the simple fact that he had slept without nightmares was a triumph in itself.
And so, in the warmth of his loved ones, Narinder decided that, although the sun had already risen, the day could wait a little longer.
Lambert was the first to wake up, as if his body was already accustomed to doing so before the others. He stretched lazily, arching his back and moving his small hands slowly, letting out a light sigh of satisfaction.
With a still sleepy smile, he turned his face towards Narinder, his eyes shining with tenderness, and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.
"Good morning," he murmured sweetly.
Narinder smiled gently at him, enjoying that small gesture of affection.
Lambert, still feeling lazy but knowing it was necessary, turned towards Goliath and began to gently shake his shoulder.
"Come on, sleepyhead. Time to wake up," he said in a playful tone.
Goliath grumbled something unintelligible and shifted a little, frowning in obvious annoyance.
"Hey..." he grumbled hoarsely, still trapped in the lethargy of sleep.
Instead of complaining any further, however, he simply snuggled closer to Narinder, letting out a satisfied sigh.
Narinder watched them both for a moment, enjoying the warmth of the bed and the closeness of his loved ones. But then, as if the thought had been waiting for the right moment to emerge, he spoke in a calm voice:
"Do you want to be gods again?"
The question struck the room like a bolt of lightning. Both Lambert and Goliath tensed instantly, their bodies rigid and their eyes snapping open in surprise.
"What? Why?" they said in unison.
Narinder, showing no apparent emotion, calmly replied:
"The last Great Test really was almost the end of me. It would just be a way to ensure that someone other than the twins would look after the cult if the worst were to happen."
Goliath sat up a little, his expression becoming more serious.
"What? Why would something happen...? Are you planning on doing another test?"
Narinder shrugged, his expression enigmatic.
"I don't know. Who knows?"
Lambert, for his part, pondered the question for a moment before calmly answering:
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Chains of Vengeance
FanfictionIn this story, Lambert, a lamb who has overcome great adversities, embarks on a journey to the Velo after defeating the fallen bishops. His goal: to reunite with Narinder, the true god of death. Rather than betray his deity, Lambert accepts his fate...
