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The day has finally come, the Lamb finally could tell The one who Waits they managed to fulfill their mission! Little did The one who waits know, the red crown wouldn't return to him nor would he be calling himself a god soon. How could have he predicted that the Lamb, his greatest vessel of all time would have committed such a heinous act of betrayal?
All the followers gathered around the Lamb in a circle, chanting their prayers, helping them ascend to the afterworld. Lamberts body started levitating, before he knew he was already by the Gates. They walk towards The one who Waits, who was standing in between his disciples, Aym and Baal. Lambert stands in front of The one who Waits, holding the red crown their in hands.
-“Vessel, I relinquish you from your service to the Red Crown. Return it to me, and embrace the end that awaits. With this last sacrifice of my most devoted Follower, I will be freed. Finally… I will be FREE! Approach, vessel, and lay your life down at my feet. “
He said with excitement in his voice, who knows how long was he locked away for, years, centuries, millenniums or maybe eons?
The lamb pondered
Should they give the crown back, what could they possibly have to gain from it? Did The one who waits see them as a somewhat equal being, or maybe a tool to use and throw out when it’s useless? They decided to keep the red crown.
-“So you have betrayed me, Lamb. You have shunned my gospel, and claimed yourself a false idol. The crown is mine by divine right! You think to stand in the very face of death?”
The Lamb raised their sword, getting ready to strike.
-“Yes. I do.”
Baal looked at the lamb disgusted in their actions. Before he attacked the lamb, he spoke.
-“Master! Allow me. I will give this wretch a taste of your wrath.”
The battle didn't last long before Baal was defeated.
Aym spoke before raising his weapon, wanting to bring justice to his master and avenge his brother.
-"I will take care of this beast, master. I will cut that crown from its HEAD!"
Before he knew it, he was already defeated by Lambert. The One Who Waits looked shocked. He didn't expect the Lamb to slaughter both of his disciples with ease. But he didn’t fear them, he was a god, they were a mere sacrificial Lamb that gained immortality thanks to HIM! He could squash them with no problem.
-"Even after I have slaughtered you, your pain will not end. You cannot escape me, even in death.”
He said before teleporting as far away as he could from the Lamb, he wasn't a coward or maybe he was since he chose to not face them? But it didn’t matter. He was a god, they were a mere mortal with some powers that HE gave them. He sent his servants after them, each dying at the hands of the Lamb. He stared in disbelief, no way a mere mortal, who was no one without him beat his servants with such ease. He decided to pay no attention to it and started summoning fire balls to attack the crown stealing sheep, not expecting that traitor to dodge them so easily nor did he even consider them attacking him back.
Before The One Who Waits knew it, The Lamb almost defeated him, enraging him. He had no other choice then to use all his power, dragging them the darkest pits of the afterlife
-“Did you believe me defeated? Did you think that to be all there was to a being such as I? You thought yourself above a GOD”
Even though he used all his power, even crucified The Lambs useless followers …. He lost, his elegant robes now gone, his terrifying form reduced to a mere feline body, only thing that stayed was his third eye which he couldn’t open anymore. He sat there defeated, stripped of his godhood at the mercy of the usurper. He no longer was “The One Who Waits”, that title was taken from him, now he was just “Narinder”. He couldn’t bear the humiliation, it hurt more than when he was locked away in the underworld. His voice trembled as he spoke, wincing and whimpering before he did.
-“You have supplanted me. A vessel no more, instead a crown bearing deity. Damned Lamb! I am at your mercy, are you to be a vengeful false idol, or a merciful coward? No longer can you blame your vile acts on me."
The Lamb pondered for a while before making their choice. They used the Red Crown’s power to summon a portal beneath the fallen god.
-“You weak, snivelling, foul thing. You – wait! Waaaiiiiiiit!”
Narinder shrieked before being dragged by the magic force. He closed his eyes shut. Once he opened them he was in the Lamb’s cult kneeling on the cold stone in his torn rags. He felt humiliated, he was a god and now he had nothing to show for it.
He looked around and saw the followers gathering into the cult grounds, he just wanted to sink into the ground or disappear, he hated being seen as weak or vulnerable He heard the sound of footsteps approaching him and to save himself the further humiliation he decided to pretend to be unconscious, it wasn’t the best idea but he didn’t have much options.