Chains of Vengeance

Chapter 179: Lust for Evil

Warning Romantic Sex

Narinder followed Ramael with his gaze until the ram was far enough away, lost among the other dancing cultists. For a moment, he was silent, with a small but sincere smile. He brought a hand to his chest and gently caressed it, feeling the accelerated beat of his heart.

It was a warm, pleasant sensation. He wasn't sure if his words had been a confession or simply an impulsive declaration, but the truth was that Ramael hadn't rejected him. There was no negative reaction, no discomfort—well, maybe a little—but at least he hadn't denied it right away.

With that thought in mind, Narinder turned and walked out of the temple, into the celebration.

The atmosphere was vibrant. Cultists danced and ran back and forth, filling the day with laughter and music. However, amidst the chaos, Narinder noticed that only two figures were working in the midst of the party: the barista, who was tirelessly serving beers, and a chef who was offering large plates of food.

Narinder had not ordered any banquets, but he was in a good mood, so he would not judge their enthusiasm.

He walked calmly among his people, looking for their spouses, while observing the different ways in which the cultists celebrated.

Some danced too close to each other, immersed in the euphoria of the moment. Others were sitting or lying on the ground, reading books with the serenity of those who prefer a silent celebration. And then there were those who simply remained standing, with their arms outstretched, letting the night breeze caress their skin as their only company.

Narinder reached his statue, a majestic monument surrounded by small mounds of rocks. The construction of other statues would still take time to complete, but he did not pay too much attention to it.

It was then that, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a peculiar scene.

His only haloed follower was walking excitedly hand in hand with a squirrel... and with the crow in the middle of them both.

Narinder frowned, confused, watching as the three—along with a frog—entered the 'pink tent' together.

For a second, he looked at the situation strangely. Then he remembered the purpose of the celebration.

The sin of lust.

He smiled to himself and stopped paying attention to them. After all, everyone celebrated as they wanted.

His mind returned to what was important: his spouses.

"Maybe I could..." he murmured, before laughing a little at himself, without finishing the sentence.

With a slight blush on his face, he continued walking, lost in happy thoughts...

Until, out of nowhere, something tackled him from behind.

Narinder fell to the ground with a start.

"What the...!" he growled, turning around quickly.

The first thing he saw was Lambert's smiling face, who was standing over him, laughing in amusement.

Narinder stared at him for a moment and then smiled in mock indignation.

"Personally, I didn't expect such a betrayal from you."

And, without further ado, he leaned his face closer and kissed Lambert's nose.

A short while later, a deep laugh was heard nearby. Goliath approached, holding two mugs of beer that were cold from condensation.

"It was his idea," Lambert said with amusement as he stood up and helped Narinder do the same. "If he did it, it would be pretty obvious, wouldn't it?"

Narinder shook his head with a smile as Goliath passed one of the mugs to Lambert.