Archive of Our Own

The Lamb sighed to themself as they placed yet another book to the side. Shamura’s library had everything they could possibly need to know. The issue was finding that information. Some books had been taken for who knows what purpose, and many others had been left on tables, incorrect shelves, or even the floor. Still the Lamb was determined to find what they wanted.

They stood up from the desk, needing to move after hours spent hunched over books. They had knelt down to stretch their legs when they noticed a book hidden under the desk. Carefully, they freed the book from the old webs trapping it.

Using the light of the crown, they opened the book to scan its forgotten pages. The more they read, the larger their smile became as they realized what they had discovered. The information was not complete, but it would be beyond useful for their purposes. This spring would be unlike any other before.

They carefully placed the book into the crown, and began the trek back to the cult. On the way, they thought back on how everything had started so long ago.

–

It had been autumn when the Lamb freed Narinder, and assumed the mantle of God of Death. They hadn’t wanted to betray him, but they couldn’t allow themself to be sacrificed again. They simply wanted to live. They gladly would have returned the crown if they could have remained by his side. But that was never an option.

They had already forgiven Narinder, and they hoped he would forgive them in turn. He had been, understandably, furious at the turn of events. They had tried everything they could think of to ease his anger and earn his forgiveness. His hut was the nicest in the cult. They gifted him robes of all colors and designs. They provided him with food of the highest quality. They allowed him to decide whether he wanted to work, and where he would work. Narinder took the gifts without a word, without even truly looking at the Lamb, without any reaction at all.

Many followers were displeased by this blatant favoritism. The Lamb couldn't deny it, but they assured everyone knew Narinder was a special case. That he had deserved the special concessions. Their explanation did not please everyone, and a god can only be pushed so far. All it took was one incident to resolve the overt conflict.

It had been a normal afternoon when a follower confronted Narinder about his special privileges. When the former god turned to walk away from the shouts, the follower tried to strike him. The Lamb intervened before the hit could connect, but the intent was clear. They murdered that follower in broad daylight, declaring to everyone around that such actions against Narinder would not be forgiven. The faith was lowered that day, but they would never forget the look in Narinder’s eyes when he finally looked at them after all those months. He was confused and surprised, but deep in his gaze he looked happy they had fought and killed for him once more.

For the first time since his release, Narinder would speak with them without sneering. The conversations were always short and direct, but that was enough for them. They would take anything he was willing to give. The followers soon began to realize their leader was in love with the reclusive cat. Some were supportive, some playfully teased the Lamb, but some were upset at the rumors. Those that disapproved were dealt with discreetly, in one way or another. They wouldn't allow anyone to harm Narinder again.

It had been early winter when they found the perfect present for Narinder. Their eyes remained on Narinder’s face as Baal and Aym were returned to the mortal realm. While they didn’t understand every emotion that crossed his face, they saw enough. There was surprise, relief, and happiness when he saw them again. He took a step towards them before he could stop himself. The twins held no such reservations as they nearly knocked him over. The Lamb watched as Narinder held them in turn, the three cats reunited once more. Even after the ritual, they could see the tiny smile on his face when speaking with them, and the fond gaze he held when the kits did or said something that amused him.

After that, Narinder was even more willing to tolerate their presence. He wouldn't walk away if they stood too close to him, and he didn't cut them off if they spoke too much. He was still distant, and didn’t share information about himself willingly, but the Lamb was content. It was progress, even if it wasn’t as much as they’d hoped.

Then only a few weeks before the end of winter, they found another opportunity during a meeting with their disciples. One requested a festival or holy day to celebrate the coming spring. Another mentioned how there had once been ancient festivals to celebrate many occasions. That was all the Lamb needed to hear. They immediately left for a crusade to Silk Cradle to find Shamura’s library. If there would be a record of ancient Spring festivals anywhere, it would be there. Maybe there would be one that would bring the two even closer together.

–

Narinder stretched as he climbed out of his bed. He gently moved Aym’s foot back into his own bed so he could walk passed. His hut was far too small for three beds, but the twins had insisted on living with him after their revival. He knew they would leave if ordered, but he wasn’t sure he could bring himself to do that. He found he enjoyed their company during these slow, mortal days. He also knew that even if he ordered them to leave, they were likely to simply sleep in front of his hut to still guard him.

Narinder knew the Lamb would build a larger hut if he asked. He wasn’t sure there were many things they would deny him. Part of him wanted to take advantage of that. It wasn’t his concern if their flock reacted badly and dissented. However, he was concerned that the gifts were simply ploys to lower his guard and betray him again. He wasn’t sure why they would bother to cajole him when they could easily take anything they wanted from him by force. The only thing he had left was his knowledge, and even that could be stripped away from him should they choose.

Narinder shook his head. Now was not the time for such concerns. Winter was ending, which meant the island was slowly coming alive once more. The twins had spent centuries in the vast whiteness of the Veil only to be revived in the dull whiteness of winter. It had been centuries since they had been able to see the world in all its splendor. They should be allowed to do so now, regardless of what the Lamb may have planned for Narinder.

–

The three cats were walking through the cult later that day when Narinder stopped suddenly in front of a particular table. There were small bags and baskets upon baskets filled with various colors of fine, vibrantly colored powders. He reached out, wiping some spilled royal purple powder off the table with the back of his finger. The dark purple was still vibrant against his black fur. He didn’t think it was possible for such an event to come back after all these years. He was still looking at his colored fur when the old possum behind the table greeted him, “Good morning, Mr. Narinder. Baal. Aym.”

Narinder nodded in response to the greeting, but continued looking at his finger. The twins exchanged a glance before Baal asked the possum, “Why do you have so much powder?”

The possum smiled, placing another bag on the table and filling it with a blue powder as they replied, “Leader says these will be used in an event tomorrow. The poor tailor will have a time getting the stains out.”

Narinder turned towards the temple, quickly walking away without a word. The possum watched him leave with Aym trailing behind him. They turned to look at Baal with a soft smile, “It sounded like it would be a fun event. You youngin’s should join in. Before long you’ll be my age and too old for such merriment.”

Baal smiled politely, his eyes glancing between the possum and his Master. “Thank you. We'll keep that in mind. Excuse us.” He didn’t wait for a response before he turned and ran after his Master and brother. When he caught up to them, he exchanged another look with Aym. They had not seen their Master react like this since they were freed.

Narinder looked around while he stormed towards the temple. Some followers were setting up stalls and others were preparing bonfires. An area further away was being trampled down in preparation for a dancing area. The followers appeared to know what to expect, yet Narinder had been told nothing. He did not know what the Lamb was hiding, but he intended to find out.

–

The Lamb jumped as the temple doors were thrown open, smashing loudly against the walls. Despite the shock, they were unsurprised to find it was Narinder and the twins. None of their followers would dare to treat the temple doors like that. The two locked eyes as he approached, “Lamb. Explain.”

They smiled, happy to see him regardless of the situation, “Good morning, Narinder. What exactly do you want explained?” Narinder said nothing, but lifted his dyed hand. The Lamb’s smile widened as they exclaimed, “That’s wonderful! I was worried it wouldn’t show up well on black fur!”

“What exactly are you planning, Lamb?” Narinder asked.

The Lamb looked away, their smile becoming a bit shyer as they explained, “Sorry, I should have made sure to tell you. I told everyone else during the sermon, but I know you don’t normally attend. We needed a spring festival, and I… wanted to make you happy. I found an ancient festival mentioned in Shamura’s library. A note in the margins said it had been your favorite when you were younger.”

“And if I do not desire to remember the past?” He asked.

Their head snapped to look at him, their smile replaced by a panicked look. They hadn’t even considered that he wouldn’t want to be reminded of the past! What if the festival brings back unpleasant memories? They should have spoken with him about it first. “I - We can do something else!” They blurted out, “I haven’t explained the details to the followers yet, so we can come up with something else!”

Narinder watched them for a moment before he sighed. It was true that he used to love the annual Giku festival as a kit. The festival ended when the god who celebrated it was killed, and nothing had truly replaced it. He was likely the only being alive besides the Keepers who remembered that old god. There was no harm in holding the festival, and he knew the twins may enjoy the festivities.

“Do as you wish, Lamb.” He eventually replied, “Your version will likely be an abomination compared to the true festival, regardless.”

“R-really?” They replied, perking up, “Great! We’ll be holding a sermon tonight before we light the first bonfire! If there’s anything you want me to change or stop, just let me know!”

Narinder barely spared them a glance before he turned and left the temple.

–

“Master?” Aym asked once they were back in their hut, “What kind of festival is this?”

Narinder glanced at the purple dye on his finger again. He knew washing his hands would not be enough to remove the dye. Even the far darker and duller dyes used in his childhood would stick around for days after the festival was over. Shamura once told him that was intentional. To make the followers remember the meaning behind the festival, and for the presiding god to see all that had been marked by it.

“I do not know what the Lamb is calling it, but it used to be called Giku. The first night is spent praying to thank the gods for any good fortune in the past year, and ask for good fortune in the upcoming year. A bonfire will be lit to purify the cult and its followers of negative energy. There will be singing, dancing, drinking, and feasting.” Narinder explained. He fell silent for a moment as he recalled the drinks and foods of old. He wondered if the Lamb had found those recipes, and if he would ever taste the treats of his childhood again.

He coughed to clear his throat before he continued, “The second day is largely for the children. They will be able to run around the cult, throwing powder anywhere they desire. Each powder has a different meaning. It would allow the god to determine how the cult’s youth were faring. Green to show you wish to start anew with the person or place. Orange to indicate displeasure. Blue indicates acceptance or general happiness. Purple shows desire to know more about what you dye with it. Red indicates love: be it romantic, familial, or platonic. Afterwards, family and friends will gather for the rest of the day. On the last day of the festival, everyone assists in cleaning the entire cult grounds."

“Everyone cleans even though the children are the ones making a mess?” Aym asks, already annoyed at the prospect.

“Of course.” Narinder replied before repeating the explanation he had been given so long ago, “Just as the sacred bonfire purifies the spirits, the grounds must be purified for the new year. The festival is also about togetherness, not just as a family but as a community.”

“I'm not sure I wish to be part of this community.” Aym grumbled.

Narinder smiled sadly, being reminded of his first Giku.

–

“Do you not wish to join our siblings, little cat?” Shamura asked.

Narinder shook his head even as he watched the other children in the village running around laughing, and having fun. Heket and Leshy were laughing as they threw orange dye on the bakery while Kallamar hid behind a nearby building, his own bag of orange powder clutched between his tentacles. Narinder wanted to join them. He had never liked the baker, and he knew how much they hated getting dye on their house and bakery.

Narinder had still been a little kit when they first arrived in this village. They had just found Leshy and needed somewhere to settle down. Their little family had next to nothing, having previously survived on what they could fish, hunt, or gather in the woods. That was no longer enough to sustain their growing family, so Shamura had decided they would move to a village and hope for the best.

It was their second day there when Narinder found a loaf of bread that had fallen on the ground. Sure, it was a little dirty, but it was edible. He had been eagerly taking it back to their tent when he was picked up by the back of his robe. The town’s baker shouted and accused him of stealing the bread. The town’s citizens gathered, watching the scene without intervening. Then finally, one stepped forward and claimed he had dropped the bread and decided to discard it.

Narinder still wasn’t sure if the man had been telling the truth, but he was grateful nonetheless. Narinder had run back to Shamura as soon as he was released, informing them of what had occurred. To Narinder’s surprise, Shamura had said they would remain in the village despite the “misunderstanding” with the baker. It turned out to be the right decision, as they had been there for half a year when the Giku festival was held.

“Why do you not wish to join?” Shamura asked, their arms folding into their black robe.

Narinder spared them a glance, then looked back at the children. The powder was easily visible on the children's faces and hands, but their black robes appeared nearly unmarred. Narinder knew that wasn’t true. The powder simply wasn’t bright enough to show on the heavy black cloth. Which also meant it would be unlikely to show on Narinder’s own dark fur. He could throw the powder, but he couldn’t be truly marked.

“It would be pointless.” Narinder sulked as he looked at his own black robe.

Shamura let out a soft sound of contemplation, then disappeared into the crowd. They came back a few minutes later with a white robe folded over their arms. Shamura smiled at him as they held out the robe, "The head disciple said you may wear a white robe for this event. Be sure to thank him properly afterwards.” Shamura leaned in further as they whispered. “I cannot mark you with dye, however, I picked a robe that would be appropriate.”

Narinder took the robe, smiling widely as he noticed the large red accent running down the front of it. He pulled Shamura into a hug, “I love you, Mura!”

Shamura chuckled slightly, wrapping all their arms around their beloved younger brother as they returned the hug. “I love you, as well. Now, go play with the others.”

By the end of the event, Narinder's robe was marked with red from all of his siblings just as he had marked them. That was the first time he had felt he truly belonged in any community.

–

“Master? Master?”

Narinder snapped out of his thoughts as Baal called out to him. He cleared his throat before replying, “Yes, Baal?”

The twins shared another look. Sometimes, Narinder hated it when they did that. It felt as though they were having a private conversation in front of him. The exchange ended with Aym gently shaking his head, and Baal nodding in agreement.

“Is there anything we should do to prepare for the festival?” Baal asked instead of whatever other question he likely had in mind.

“We can check how long the line is in the kitchen.” Narinder replied, “Each fam- group of participants traditionally makes dumplings for one another. If the Lamb’s followers are setting up for the festival, then we may be able to complete our task before the kitchen becomes busy.”

“Yes, Master!” The kits replied in unison, their ears and tails perked in happiness. They had not missed the near slip, but they wouldn't press it. They knew ‘family’ was a sensitive topic with their father figure. Perhaps in time he would openly accept them as family, but until then, they would gladly remain by his side as his most loyal disciples.

–

“What do you mean you do not have the ingredients prepared?” Narinder demanded as he glared at the koala in the kitchen.

“Leader didn’t say nothing ‘bout special foods.” she replied, “We was told to make the normal snacks, not…. Whatever you just said.”

Narinder was about to respond when the Lamb fatefully entered the kitchen, “Good afternoon, Kaylee. Oh, and Narinder? What’s going on?”

Narinder turned his glare onto the Lamb, “This follower informed me you have not prepared any of the traditional foods or drinks, nor set up for the familial cooking. Explain.”

The Lamb looked confused before the Red Crown came off their head and opened like a treasure chest. They dug around inside for a moment before pulling out a notebook. They flipped through the pages quickly, then pulled out the book they had found. They scanned those pages more carefully before they finally cringed, then smiled sadly at Narinder.

“Sorry. There were notes on foods and drinks, but I… didn’t really know what any of them were so I didn’t prepare for them.” They rubbed a horn with one of their hands as they admitted, “Also, I… um… didn’t think you would care since you rarely seem interested in food.”

Narinder hissed, though he was unsure whether he was more displeased by their assumption or that he was showing more interest in the festival than he should have.

The Lamb held their hands up in defeat, the crown returning back to their head. They smiled nervously, not wanting to ruin the holiday for him. “If you tell me what the foods are, we can probably make at least some of them before tonight!”

Narinder couldn't help but scoff, “I doubt you have the correct spices on hand.”

“That’s fine.” They replied, “Smuggler’s Sanctuary has a spice market. They have a lot of spices I’ve never heard of! Surely they have some of them!” In truth, they would go to the ends of the planet to find whatever he wanted. If they needed to find Rakashasa, then they would postpone the festival to run through the domains.

Narinder sighed as he eyed up the Lamb. The spices were not native to the island, but they had been in common trade before he was imprisoned. It was possible they had fallen out of favor with mortals, or had become too rare or costly to be carried by a standard market. He also hated divulging information to the Lamb, even something as simple as an old recipe. However, not only did he wish to taste the flavors again, he wished for his ki- disciples to experience them.

After what felt like ages, Narinder held out his hand. “I will write the recipes to the best of my knowledge. I have not made any of these in eons, but they should be similar enough to modern dishes for your followers to figure out the rest.”

The Lamb looked at his hand, their brain briefly telling them to grab it with their own. Thankfully before they could, they realized he wanted the notebook. They turned it to a blank page, then handed it over. Narinder took the notebook with him into the cafeteria, where he sat at a table and began to write. With nothing better to do, the Lamb sat at the table across from him.

“Oh! That looks like a vegetable dumpling!!” They exclaimed, “We should be able to make that with what we already have!”

Narinder glanced up at the Lamb, then promptly wrote the next recipe. They laughed when he underlined ‘fermented’, and to his surprise, he felt the corner of his own mouth twitch up in a small smile. He forced it down, ignoring them as he finished the short list. Once finished, he turned the notebook around and slid it across the table to the Lamb.

They looked at each recipe carefully, making a mental note of what they had in the kitchen and what they would need for each. They took out a blank piece of paper, writing down the ingredients they were unfamiliar with. When they left, they would need to stop by the farm. Quite a few of the items would need milk, and they doubted the animals had been milked today.

“Okay, I think we can start on a few of these. I’ll check with the farm and market to see what else we can get.” They announced before asking, “Is there anything else I need to keep in mind for food?”

After a few moments, Narinder responded, “There should be a large pot of oil over a purifying bonfire tonight. Families will prepare dumplings together before prayers, then deep fry them in the purified oil. It will be the first food of the newly cleansed year, and so it must be made by familial hands, and cooked in the blessed oil.”

“Oh! Cooking and eating with your family sounds fun!” Lamb exclaimed, their tail eagerly wagging behind them. It took only a minute for their tail to stop and ears to droop as they realized they couldn’t participate. They had no family, except potentially Ratau, but they doubted he would join them on such short notice. Especially when they still had to get the ingredients and ensure everything was prepared.

Narinder watched the Lamb closely. He had been about to snap at them when their expression dropped. He knew what they were likely thinking. Their entire race was gone. They had no family anymore. Narinder’s mind flashed to Shamura holding a tiny red tadpole as they announced she had no family, and so would join their family. His new baby sister.

“If you hurry, you may join us.” Narinder offered, surprisingly even himself, “But we will not wait long, Lamb.”

They immediately perked up, a large smile returning to their face. A stray thought went through Narinder’s mind that the Lamb looked far nicer with a smile on their face. He scoffed at the thought, getting up from his seat and storming into the kitchen. While he had time, he might as well ensure the followers in the kitchen didn’t mess up the recipes they could follow.

–

The Lamb had run to the farm then Smuggler’s Sanctuary as quickly as they could. They managed to find almost everything they needed. A few items couldn't be obtained this year. But there was next year! They were determined to make this year a success. If the festival brought Narinder even a moment of happiness, then it would all be worth it.

They were thrilled with how amazingly well everything had gone so far. Narinder had spoken with them on his own. He had shared information with them. He had even said they could join him to make the family dumplings. They were practically skipping as they returned to the kitchen. The sight in the kitchen nearly made their heart stop.

Narinder, the fearsome former God of Death, was standing at a kitchen counter, wearing a red apron, and kneading dough with flour on his cheek. They wanted more than anything to wipe the flour off his cheek then kiss him.

“Lamb.” They heard Baal warn while Aym less elegantly demanded, “Stop staring at the Master!”

They turned and found the twins sitting on either side of the kitchen door. Their mind stalled a moment as they remembered the Veil. Was it a coincidence that they sat as though guarding the door, a habit from years of experience, or was it intentional.

“Lamb, stop dawdling.” Narinder chided as he noticed their appearance, “What did you procure?”

“I think I managed to get all the spices.” They explained as they walked over to Narinder. They opened the crown and put everything on the counter for his inspection, “I told Carey to milk the cows, and bring the milk here.”

Narinder didn’t reply as he picked up each bag of spices, visibly inspected it, then sniffed it through the packaging. He found himself needing to stifle the purr creeping into his throat. It had been so long since he had smelled these familiar spices. His mouth was nearly watering in anticipation.

“You did well, Lamb.” Narinder praised, causing their tail to energetically wag behind them. He half turned towards the twins, “Wash your hands, and we will begin.”

Only a few moments later, the three stood around Narinder, watching as he took a small circle of dough, stretched it around a spoonful of filling, folded it in half, then flipped it and pinched two ends together to form a circle. It looked effortless.

“This is the traditional shape, but the important part of the tradition is that they’re made and consumed with family.” He explained before quickly adding on, “Or any other group you choose.”

The Lamb smiled at the reminder that he allowed them to join his family for this event. Not wanting him to dwell on it, they replied, “We should be able to make those shapes. It doesn’t look too hard.”

Narinder smirked at them as he stepped to the side, “Oh? Then do show us.”

They huffed, but stepped up. They took the small circle of dough, placed a spoonful of filling in the center, then tried to fold it. The filling started to slip out, causing them to need to push it back in. They sealed one side only for filling to escape from the other side. When they attempted to seal that side, the other side came undone. After a few attempts, the dough finally tore. They grumbled as they glared at the ripped dumpling, their face red in embarrassment as they heard Aym laugh at them.

“Aym, it’s your turn.” Narinder stated.

Aym confidently took a circle of dough, placed the filling in the center, and folded it, only for the dough to immediately rip. Aym let out a growl, his tail whipping behind him as his ear pressed down. He reached for another piece of dough, but Narinder spoke before he could grab one, “It’s Baal’s turn.”

Baal took a piece of dough, stretching it slightly between his hands before finally adding some filling. He moved slowly as he stretched the dough around the filling, careful to not put pressure on any one spot for long. It took longer than the prior three attempts combined, but he managed to close the dumpling and press the two ends together. He triumphantly placed it on the plate next to Narinder’s, but he deflated when not a moment later the dumpling reopened.

“While you did not succeed, your first attempts were satisfactory.” Narinder said, “You must not add excess filling. You need to work the dough gently, and ensure air does not become trapped inside. Water may be used to assist in sealing. It will become easier. For today, you may desire to use a more basic shape.”

Narinder took a circle, placed some filling in the center, and folded the dumpling in half. He used a fork around the edge to further seal it. It was a simple design and looked easy enough, but it also looked unimpressive compared to the one he had made.

“But… that’s not the right shape.” The Lamb pouted.

“It is not, but that hardly matters.” Narinder responded as he began another dumpling. His lip twitched up into a smile as he mindlessly added, “Leshy could never learn the proper way. Not that he ever tried. It was a miracle if that grub did not eat the uncooked filling directly from the bowl.”

His claw ripped the dumpling in his hand as he caught himself. He turned the dumpling around, carefully resealing the hole he had made. He said nothing further, and wisely, neither did the other three. They each began the process of putting together their dumplings.

Narinder cursed to himself. This was supposed to be a fun tradition to reinforce the family relations, and he had managed to make it awkward. So much of this festival was bringing up memories of his siblings. How Leshy would gorge himself on filling. How Kallamar would fret over the ‘messy dough’ on his tentacles. How Heket would take the reins of the cooking, and lecture everyone to do better. How Shamura would laugh as they watched their siblings, and how they would wait to eat any dumpling until-

“Lamb, wash a gold coin.” Narinder said suddenly.

“Huh? Why?” They asked even as they sat their half-finished dumpling down to do as asked.

“It is tradition to place a coin in one of the dumplings.” Narinder explained, “Whoever finds it is destined to have good luck in the upcoming year.”

“Isn’t that a choking hazard?” They replied, handing a washed coin to him.

Narinder let out a huff of laughter and placed the coin down on the clean counter, “Only if you forget to chew, Lamb.”

They smiled at him, chuckling as they replied, “Maybe I’ll be so happy to eat that I’ll forget! Though… umm, will I actually be able to eat these?”

“Yes.” Narinder replied without a second thought as he continued making dumplings, “While many filings include meat, I picked a vegetarian option for you.”

The Lamb stopped to stare at Narinder for a moment before a bright smile took over their face. They knew he was allowing them to make the dumplings with him, but that could have been explained as them needing to teach the followers. There was no practical reason why they’d need to eat with him and his kits. He had even gone so far as to ensure it was something they could eat. They knew better than to point that out. Instead they took their place by his side once more and continued making the simplified dumplings.

“Master?” Asked Baal, “How will the coin get into the dumpling? Does one of us need to put it there?”

“Once we are finished, I will place it in a dumpling then reseal it. That will prevent anyone from trying to ensure they obtain it by marking the dumpling.” Narinder replied, a small smile once more gracing his face as he recalled the year he tried to mark the coin dumpling with an extra crease. Shamura had noticed the attempted deception and moved the coin. The following years, Shamura would always place the coin after everyone else had left.

“Who would try to get it like that?” Baal asked. “Does that count as good luck?”

“It sounds smart to me.” Aym immediately replied, “Making your good luck instead of relying on fate to provide it.”

Narinder’s smile widened at the discussion, causing the Lamb to gasp out, “You! You did that!”

Narinder chuckled softly as he took the last piece of dough, “I was a mere kit at the time. Such behavior is to be expected.”

The Lamb burst into laughter as they pictured a tiny Narinder running around like the children in the cult, getting into all sorts of mischief.

Narinder glanced at them, a smile still on his face, “Is it that surprising?”

“A bit.” they admitted, “You’re the ancient, powerful god that I worshipped for centuries. It’s hard to picture you as anything else, even if it makes sense that you were once an innocent kit.”

The smile fell from his face at the reminder of how far he had fallen. He was ‘an ancient, powerful god’. Now, he was nothing more than a mortal making food for other mortals. He was no longer powerful. He was no longer a god. He was merely ancient, decrepit.

“The dumplings are completed.” he flatly announced, “Leave, so I may place the coin.”

“W-wait, Narinder. I mea-” the Lamb began.

“Go.” he interrupted.

They looked from Narinder, whose face had fallen back into his standard stoic expression, to the twins, who were actively glaring at them. They hadn’t meant to hurt Narinder, or remind him of bad memories. They cursed themself, wishing they had simply stayed quiet.

“Baal and I will be outside when you're ready, Master.” Aym announced, his eye never moving away from the Lamb.

“I’ll check on everything else. If you think of anything, anything at all, that you want or that should be added, please find me. Or you can send one of the twins to tell me! May… maybe we can even talk afterwards?” they said with a small smile, “You know the followers can’t be trusted to not eat a coin. I’m sure we can think of something… Together. W-what do you think?”

“If I feel like it, Lamb.” Narinder replied without looking at them.

“Okay…” they said quietly, a sad smile on their face, “I’ll… see you tonight.”

Narinder did not reply, and after a moment he heard the three of them finally leave the kitchen. His eyes trailed down to the apron still wrapped around his torso. He nearly scoffed at himself. He had once roamed this island while dripping in the blood of his enemies. Now, he wore a frilly apron to avoid getting flour on his robe.

He was tempted to rip it off and throw it on the ground, but he knew the followers were likely watching him from the other side of the room. He also knew of the rumors that were spread about him. How he was a lazy, ill-mannered cat who didn’t deserve the special treatment he received. How he should be exiled before he could betray the Lamb. How he was no different than the heretics and dissenters outside the cult. How the Lamb would soon realize their error of their ways, and dispose of him.

Instead of giving into temptation, he looked over the tray of dumplings. He fixed a few that appeared loosely sealed. He did not wish for them to open while cooking. He knew the twins might feel bad if that happened to the ones they had made. Narinder slipped the coin into one that had reopened, and carefully resealed it so it appeared just like the others. Once the dumplings were acceptable, he placed a wet towel over them to ensure they’d remain moist until it was time to cook them. Then he carefully removed the apron, and placed it on the counter.

He was stacking the dirty dishes when the koala approached him, “We can handle the clean up, Mr. Narinder.”

“You have my gratitude.” He replied, stepping back to allow her to take over.

“Nah, we should be the thankful ones. You were a good help ‘til Leader got back. And it’s been a long while since we’ve seen Leader have fun like today. They need it!” Kaylee stopped, slowly looking over Narinder, “Personally, I don’t see why they like ya so much, but taste be taste. Try not to hurt ‘em, kay?”

Narinder didn’t reply as he looked at the old koala in confusion. He knew the Lamb still had lingering devotion to him as their god. It would be hard not to after centuries of devout worship. Eventually that devotion would dry up, and he would either be treated as a normal mortal or would be deemed a heretic and executed. He doubted the Lamb would declare him a heretic, but only time would tell.

“Wait, you don’t know…” Kaylee said before she trailed off. She smiled at Narinder, a small knowing smile, “Never mind this old gal. Mayhaps you’ll figure it out when you’re older.”

Narinder scoffed at that, but simply turned and left the kitchen. He was one of the oldest beings alive. He did not understand what they were implying, but there were only a few hours until the festivities were to begin. He would not waste them thinking about the ramblings of a senile mortal.

–

Narinder sat in a pew at the back of the temple idly listening to the Lamb’s sermon with the twins sitting beside him. He had only attended their sermons on a few occasions in the past, finding it pointless to listen to the teachings he had originally written. Today’s sermon was another one he had written long ago. He could even vaguely recall the incident which inspired it.

The only substantive difference in this sermon was how greatly they had softened it. Instead of stating traitors should be disemboweled, they stated dissenters should be reeducated. The story warning of the serious dangers of trusting travelers had been sanitized of consequences to the point of being no more than a mild warning. The descriptions of blood, bones, and death had been either removed or minimized. He could acknowledge those details had been added purely to ensure interest in his flock. As he looked around, he could admit that the followers appeared interested in the Lamb’s words without the gory details.

At the end of the sermon, they closed the book and addressed the flock, “Before we conclude, I ask that you join me in silent prayer for happiness and joy in this upcoming year, and in thanks for the loved ones in our past, our present, and our future.”

For the first time in eons, Narinder lowered his head in prayer, not to the Lamb, but to the universe itself. He knew it was meaningless. The universe did not listen to the hopes or prayers of mortals. However, it brought him a small measure of comfort. The twins followed suit, bowing their heads, their prayers directed at Narinder.

A minute later, the Lamb ended their sermon with, “Praise Death.” They waited a moment as the flock responded in kind before they continued, “And now for the moment you’ve all been looking forward to! Let’s head outside to light the bonfire and begin the celebration!”

Narinder and the twins waited as other followers rushed the doors. He had no idea why they were in a hurry. The event would not start without the Lamb, who in turn, would not start without allowing the temple to empty. He was still standing and facing the door when he heard the Lamb come up behind him.

“I'm excited to try out our dumplings!” They said, “I made sure to set up a pot of oil near the main flame. I can run and get them now if the three of you want to move close to the bonfire.”

Narinder shook his head, “You shall start the fire. It will take time for the oil to heat up, and it may do so while we are retrieving the dumplings.”

“Oh…” they replied sadly, “I… um… had hoped we would be able to watch the bonfire start together.”

Narinder glanced at them, unsure why they looked so defeated. He was not sure what possessed him to offer, “We may watch it start together before we leave.” That simple concession was enough for their tail to wag in excitement once more.

–

It was not long before everyone in the cult had gathered around the main bonfire. Narinder saw a small section in front of the effigy that extended forward so there would be a smaller, more contained, fire. Above that section were two pots held up by metal poles. It was not quite how it had been done in the old days, but Narinder supposed it would suffice.

The Lamb took a piece of lit wood from the shrine, and used it to light the base of the bonfire as they walked around it. They ended their circle by lighting the smaller pile of wood under the pots. It took only a minute for the entire bonfire to be ablaze. The followers cheered at the massive fire, some dancing and some already making their way to the nearby bar.

“Wow!” Baal gasped in amazement. He had never seen a bonfire of this size before, though truthfully he had never seen a normal fire larger than a campfire or the Lamb’s shrine. He knew he should not be as amazed as he was, if for no other reason than the fact that his own fire magic was stronger. Yet he felt himself entranced as he watched the fire grow even larger. Even at this distance he could feel the heat warming his fur. “Aym,” he quietly said, “This… it’s so…”

Baal glanced over at his brother, who was equally as struck. “Yeah…” Aym nearly whispered back, “It's beautiful.”

Narinder watched the exchange with a small smile on his face. He was glad the Lamb had wanted to watch it together. The twins had been alive for centuries, but Narinder often forgot how little they had truly been able to experience in those years. It was not merely the long forgotten festivals, but the simple experiences of everyday life.

He decided he would not take them away from the sight. He could easily carry the dumplings on his own, and he hardly needed bodyguards any longer. Narinder turned to walk to the kitchen only to stop at the sight of Kaylee carrying the box of dumplings.

“Mr. Narinder!” She greeted, “I was prepping things and noticed these still in the kitchen. Figured it best to bring them on over for ya.”

“Ah. Thank you.” He replied as he took the box from her hands.

“Course!” She replied, “I’m eager to see how they turn out compared to ours. Wasn’t time for everyone to make their own, so we made enough for everyone. Couldn’t get that twisting thing you did down, but I'm sure they’ll be just as tasty.”

He let out a single dry laugh as his mind drifted once more to the past. “Hardly.” He replied before echoing the words Shamura told him at a festival so long ago, “Things made by loved ones will always taste better.”

“Ooooh? So Leader’s one of your loved ones, eh?” Kaylee replied. Narinder barely had time to glare at her before she continued, “Well, I best get to my station. Find me once ya ready to cook ‘em.”

Narinder glanced back at where the twins had been, and found them still rooted in their spots. They were staring at the fire as they quietly talked with one another. He wasn’t sure what their conversation was about, but he supposed it hardly mattered.

Narinder then looked for the Lamb, and found them talking with a large bear. He was about to look away when he noticed how uncomfortable the Lamb looked. Their smile was forced, and they kept putting a hand up between the two of them. The bear would take a step forward only for the Lamb to take a step back. He knew they could protect themself, but he still couldn’t bring himself to ignore the situation.

“Lamb.” He called as he walked up to the two. He noticed the bear glaring at him, but he promptly ignored the follower. “It is time to cook the dumplings. All members must be present. Do not make us wait.”

“Dumplings?” The bear cried, “We’re having an important conversation here!”

“N-now Barry...” the Lamb started, “as I’ve said before, I just don’t feel the same.”

“Why? Because of him? If you would just listen to me-” Barry yelled and reached out to grab the Lamb.

Narinder snatched the bear’s hand with one of his, the box of dumplings casually held with his other hand. He glared at the bear, his fangs bared as he asked, “Shall we see if these holy flames also purify the flesh?”

Barry tried to yank his arm back once, then twice, but Narinder’s grip was unmoved. On the third attempt, Narinder let him go, causing the bear to stumble back. Barry glared at the two, then turned and walked off into the crowd.

“N-Nari…” they muttered as they looked at him in surprise. They had never expected him to protect them from anything, let alone from a follower’s romantic interest. “Thank you. I have tol-”

“I am hungry, Lamb.” Narinder interrupted, “Do not keep me waiting.”

“Oh.. umm, sure! Let’s go!” They replied, “but where are-”

Narinder interrupted again with a short whistle. The twins immediately snapped to attention, their eyes focused entirely on Narinder. He simply raised the box of dumplings slightly, drawing their attention there. The two jogged over as Narinder began walking towards the cooking station with the Lamb in tow.

“This festival takes purification seriously.” The Lamb commented as they took their spot next to Narinder, “Is there a legend behind it?”

“Of course.” Narinder replied as he gingerly added the dumplings to the hot oil, “It is said that long ago, in the very first world before the age of the gods, there was a kingdom ruled by a mortal king. One day, his beloved queen fell deathly ill and no mortal means could cure her. In desperation he trusted a sorceress named Rangda, who claimed she could cure the queen. Unknown to the king, Rangda was the personification of evil itself. She conquered the kingdom and plunged the world into darkness. The plants no longer grew, the temperatures plummeted, and snow blanketed the planet.”

Narinder paused for a moment as he carefully flipped the dumplings onto their other side, then he continued, “The king begged the spirit world for salvation, and his prayers were answered. Barong, a mighty holy warrior, appeared. There was a fierce battle, but Barong managed to drive Rangda’s forces back. With his powers, he was able to purify the world of Rangda’s curse. The sun warmed and melted the snow, and plants began to emerge from their slumber. The world was able to thrive once more.”

Narinder was about to continue when he heard clapping and cheering. He glanced towards the sound where a small group of the cult’s children were watching him.

“Yay! The good guys won!” Cried out a small rabbit.

“Of course they won! Good always beats evil!” Replied a lion cub.

“But Mister, why do we gotta purify winter away if Barang did it?” asked a fox kit.

Narinder smiled softly, as he knelt before the children to be at their eye level. “Barong.” He gently corrected before adding, “He was able to drive back Rangda from overpowering the mortal realm, however, neither good nor evil can ever truly be vanquished. They are parts of this world, not unlike the air and water. Barong and Rangda will continue to battle one another for the rest of eternity. To aid Barong in his battle against the forces of evil, the king declared that every year they would light a holy fire to purify their kingdom. Today, we are aiding in that battle, as well.”

“Cool!” shouted a little badger as she jumped in the air, “Let’s go play good vs evil!”

He watched the children run off arguing about who would be on which side. Narinder stood, removing the dumplings from the oil and placing them onto a plate. They would need to cool for a minute before they could be consumed. Narinder took the plate to a small table with the others trailing behind him.

“Was there really a world before the gods?” The Lamb asked.

“The world I was born in was already ruled by the gods of old.” Narinder replied honestly, “It is only through legends that I have heard of prior worlds.”

The Lamb's mind nearly stopped. They knew it was ridiculous, but similar to earlier in the day, they simply had trouble picturing him being anything less than a powerful God. An entity that had always existed. To think he had been born, that he had birth parents, was simply unfathomable.

“Why would gods celebrate a festival from a world that predates them?” Baal asked.

“I do not know. It was simply said that gods continued that tradition, even after the first world fell. To my knowledge, there was only one god that actually celebrated this festival.” Narinder replied, “Perhaps he viewed himself as Barong, or wished to align himself with the purity Barong represented. I cannot say. I always found that concept peculiar. Neither mortals nor gods are inherently good, nor evil. They simply are.”

The Lamb’s mind flashed to the bishops as they asked “You really don’t believe gods can be evil?”

Narinder smiled sadly as he briefly thought of his siblings before their betrayal, “Actions can be good or evil. Intent can be good or evil. But individuals are simply what they make of themselves. Even the most evil soul will have a sliver of good, and even the most pure soul will be tainted by some darkness.”

The table fell into silence before Narinder spoke again, “We need not dwell on such things. Eat.”

Narinder waited until the other three had taken a dumpling before he took one. The one he picked had messy seams, so he was sure it would not have the coin in it. He wanted one of them to experience finding the coin for the first time.

The Lamb took a timid bite, then let out a surprised “Oh!” Their next bite was far greedier, nearly biting the dumpling in half. Seeing the Lamb’s excitement, the twins bit into their own dumplings. It was not long before the three were reaching for seconds. Narinder smiled to himself as he took a small bite of his own.

“Mmmm, Master!” Baal asked, “What is this filling?”

“I went with a sweet filling for this festival. Mostly fruits and nuts.” He answered, “It is also common to have more savory fillings such as shrimp, or a mix of vegetables.”

“I found it!” The Lamb cried out as they pulled the coin out of their dumpling, “What-what do I do with it now?”

Narinder couldn't help chuckling, “You keep it. For the next year, it shall bring you luck.” After a moment of debate he added, “Perhaps if you join us next year, we can use it again so any remaining good luck is paid forward.”

The Lamb stared at Narinder in surprise. They had been amazed he allowed them to join him and his kits this year, and now he was already talking about next year. They clutched the coin to their chest, silently swearing they would keep this coin close to them at all times. “I-I’d like that.” They replied as they stared at the table, unable to look at him when they knew their face was red.

Narinder smiled slightly as he continued to slowly eat his dumpling. The twins looked at one another before taking another dumpling from the quickly emptying plate. If any of them noticed the Lamb leaning closer to Narinder, they did not say anything.

–

Narinder took another sip of his drink, looking around at the festivities. The four had remained at their table even after the dumplings were consumed. Then a follower appeared to pull the Lamb away. Eventually, Baal and Aym had left his side to mingle with the followers. He smiled softly as Aym took a panda’s hand and allowed her to lead him in a dance. Baal was excitedly talking about something with another group of followers, his ears and tails proving he was happy. Narinder was glad the two were enjoying their lives.

They had been given to him as mere kits and the remainder of their childhood had been spent learning how to fight and kill. His own childhood had been filled with strife, but he wished better for them. He became exactly what his childhood said he would - a god killer, a god in his own right, and eventually a god who abused mortals just as the gods he once cursed had abused his family. Perhaps the kits could escape their prior life. They could learn to do more than kill, fight, and serve him. They could learn to truly be happy.

He took another sip, determined to banish those thoughts from his mind. Tonight was meant to be a celebration. A purification from the issues of the prior year. He sighed as he shook his head. The music being played was all wrong. It didn’t feel right. He glanced at the twins, ensuring they were still occupied, before he stood and walked behind the temple.

Narinder was able to climb to the top of the temple with surprising ease. He carefully sat on the roof. To his left he could see the entrance to the cult, to where his siblings' cults once resided, where they had first divided their lands, and where they had ultimately betrayed him. To his left was his prior cult, the sheep he had cared for only to betray and be betrayed in turn, and the last two beings he could consider family.

He wanted to teach them the traditional songs of this holiday, but he knew it would be pointless. That language had gone extinct centuries before he was imprisoned. No one else knew it. He would never be able to sing or speak with his family in his native tongue again. He knew the twins would be willing to learn, but he also knew he would need to let them go. Seeing them interact with the followers tonight had proved that. Remaining with him would only hold them back.

His mind once more turned to the festivals of old. Him teaching Leshy the words to a song, only for him to intentionally mess them up. Heket’s singing overpowering everyone else. Kallamar trying to woo some follower with his voice, only to fail. Shamura lightly chiding all of them to sing together appropriately as a family for just. one. song.

In his new position, the music was no longer overpowering. Narinder debated a moment before he began to sing.

–

The Lamb looked around the festival grounds. They smiled as they saw Baal and Aym mingling with their followers. Those two had been reluctant to leave Narinder’s side since they were brought back. Narinder rarely chose to be around others, which resulted in the twins rarely seeing the other followers. They hoped the two would make some friends tonight. Perhaps that would even encourage Narinder to come out of his shell more.

Their smile dropped as they tried to find Narinder, only to discover him missing. They slowly walked around the festival, then around the temple. They were nearly about to give up when they heard him. They could barely hear him over the music and they didn’t understand the words, but they were captivated by his voice. The deep sound resonated in their chest, the melody surprisingly energetic for the normally stoic cat.

They couldn’t have been there more than a minute before they were joined by the twins.

“Usuper, wh-” Aym started only to pause as he saw where they were looking. The three remained silent as Narinder continued, unaware of their presence. When his song ended, the Lamb clapped causing him to reopen his eyes and glare at them. Narinder hissed, more out of principal than real anger, then began the climb down.

“That was amazing!” The Lamb gushed as his feet touched the ground, “I didn’t know you could sing! What was that song? What language was it? Can you teach me?”

Narinder glanced at them, rolling his eyes and turning to return to his seat. He was nearly stopped by Baal speaking, “I agree, Master. Is it a traditional song?”

Narinder let out a sigh, not wishing to ignore Baal, “Yes. It was a traditional folk song for this festival. It was commonly sung by families at the start to remind followers the meaning behind the festival, and why we must cherish those around us.”

“We can all sing it together next year!” The Lamb excitedly exclaimed, “We’ll just have to learn the lyrics and get the band to play the right melody!”

Narinder couldn't stop the small chuckle that escaped him. They made it sound so easy while having no idea of the language, the meaning of the lyrics, or what type of music was to accompany the vocals. In a way that was natural. They were the last surviving god. There was little beyond their control.

But this was something only he knew. He could change it and they wouldn’t realize. He could simply refuse to tell them, and they would never know. However, his heart clenched at the thought of the true song disappearing from existence.

“I will consider it.” He finally agreed.

–

“Good morning!” The Lamb energetically greeted as they jogged over to the three cats. In their arms they held a box overfilled with small bags of powder, “There are baskets with powder spread throughout the cult, but I’m giving these to everyone to make sure they get whatever color they like!”

Baal perked up, reaching out to grab a bag only to stop. He turned to Narinder and asked, “Master, I thought the powder was a child’s event?”

“And that each powder had a specific meaning.” Aym added, “They did not simply use whatever color they liked.”

“You are both correct.” Narinder replied, watching as the Lamb and Baal deflated. “But traditions can be changed. Lamb, the god who once held this holiday has been deceased for eons. There is nothing to stop you from changing it as you see fit.”

“But then it wouldn't be the same holiday you used to celebrate.” They argued.

“I will correct myself, Lamb. The god who held this holiday, MY former god, was killed eons ago by my claws.” Narinder revealed, “The holiday will never be the same as it once was, no matter how closely traditions are followed.”

“You killed your god?” They asked quietly.

“I do not know why that surprises you.” Narinder responded, “My siblings and I killed thousands of gods to rise to power. Those gods had killed others before them. Gods kill gods. It is the natural order. You sparing me is the outlier. You should have slayed me.”

“I could never kill you!” They nearly shouted in horror.

“Why w-” Narinder started before being interrupted by a follower shouting, “LEADER! HOW MUCH LONGER?”

The Lamb glanced at the follower, giving them a weak wave to acknowledge them. Then they turned back to Narinder, staunch determination in their eyes as they swore, “Never. I will NEVER take your life.”

They lifted the box in their arms, a forced smile on their face, “We can talk about traditions for next year later. I’ve already told other adults they could participate, so if you’d like to join, you can.”

Narinder glanced at the bags of powder, then at the twins. He could tell Baal wanted to join, but didn’t wish to act inappropriately. Aym was harder to read, but he likely felt the same. Narinder once more recalled how much of their childhood the twins had missed. They did not get to play games with friends. They did not get to climb trees, swim in lakes, or even nap in the midday sun. They did not get to draw or color. They had no one to play with other than each other.

Narinder had been their sole guardian for decades, but there was little he could do for them. He never could have given them the childhood they should have had. The only thing he could do was train them so they could survive in this harsh world once he was freed. He can never change the past, but perhaps, the twins could still experience what they had missed out on.

Narinder sighed, taking a pouch of red powder. Baal immediately grabbed a couple bags of different colors, and after a moment, Aym took a few bags as well. Narinder nearly smiled as he saw the excitement on Baal’s face, and the determined look on Aym’s. While the festival had no winners or losers, he was sure they would do everything in their power to succeed.

The Lamb smiled at the three as they took their bags before announcing, “I’ll be back a bit later. The event will start at the sound of the gong.” With that, they jogged off to ensure the remaining followers had bags for the festival.

Narinder waited until they were gone to open his bag, holding it in front of his chest. He dipped two fingers into the vibrant red powder, pressing them against his thumb to confirm the color would transfer. “Baal, Aym.” He called, getting the twins to stand before him. Narinder pressed his red dyed fingers on Baal’s forehead, dipped his fingers back into the bag, then pressed them against Aym’s forehead.

“I…” he started only to choke on his words. He glanced away as he tried to decide what to say. He thought of them as his own, but did they wish for his affection? He feared he was pushing something onto them that they didn’t desire, that they did not feel they could freely refuse. “You need not …”

The twins exchanged a look, a small smile on each of their faces. They each reached into the bag still open in Narinder’s hand, their own fingers becoming stained red. Baal rubbed the powder on one of Narinder’s cheeks, while Aym did the same to his other cheek.

“We understand, Master.” Baal replied, “And we feel the same.”

Aym nodded in agreement, “You need not force yourself, Master. Your actions speak for themselves.”

Narinder smiled, a soft purr coming from his throat. The twins quietly gasped for a second before Baal stepped forward to hug Narinder. After only a moment, Aym joined the hug. Narinder’s hand holding the bag of red powder was now trapped between the three. Narinder knew it would likely get on all three of them, but he hardly minded. He wrapped his free arm around the twins as best he could.They pulled back as they heard the gong ring, signaling the beginning of the event.

Narinder leapt back just in time to avoid a barrage of powder. He knew it would be impossible to remain clean if he stayed on the battlefield. Even a single step too close and the residue would get on his clothing. He may not mind the Lamb allowing the followers to use colors as they pleased, but he still wished to limit the amount of red on him from individuals other than the twins. He would not allow their marks to be any less noticeable.

By the time he reached the top of the temple, Narinder’s robe was covered in small amounts of green, blue, orange, and purple powders. He had managed to avoid red with the exception of the marks already on his cheeks and his chest. He sat on the temple roof with his bag beside him, content to watch the mayhem from afar.

“Not participating?” He heard the Lamb say from behind him.

“Not this year.” He replied, “I have already obtained and caused the marks I most desired. Do you intend to simply watch?”

They sat next to him, “I think I have to. If one of the followers gets out of hand, I’ll need to intervene.” They glanced over at him, taking in the dark red marks compared with the apparent dusting of other colors, “Aym mentioned each color had a meaning. What are they?”

“Green represents a fresh start, like the start of spring. A forgiveness of debts owed, or a dispute resolved. Blue represents happiness and a positive change. It was once described to me as the joy of swimming in the ocean during a hot summer’s day. Orange was the opposite - a negative change and displeasure. The changing of leaves in autumn which heralds the coming winter.”

Narinder reached down and lightly rubbed the red mark on his chest as he continued, “Red represents love for those around us, and the fires which we huddle around with our loved ones during the cold of winter. Finally, purple is the desire to learn and know more, such as the transition between seaso-”

“You…” they quietly said, uncaring that they were interrupting him, “You have three spots of red.”

“Yes.” Narinder replied, and eyebrow raised to the obvious statement.

“You love someone, or… at least they love you?” they asked.

“Yes, Lamb.” Narinder scoffed, turning back to the festival below as he snarkily added, “I know it is surprising, but I am capable of loving others.”

“Who is it?” They tried to ask calmly, but Narinder could hear the tension in their voice.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye, as he replied, “Baal and Aym. Why does it matter?”

He watched as they let out a deep breath, the easy smile back on their face, “Oh, okay then!”

Narinder turned to face them fully as he repeated, “Why does it matter, Lamb?”

“I was just curious.” They idly said, “Nothing more. Just didn’t think anyone had caught your attention, so I was surprised!”

“Do not lie to me.” He hissed back, “You do not become upset so easily.”

“Just drop it.” They snapped.

“I will not!” He snapped back, “Explain yourself at once!”

Narinder watched them closely as they appeared to ignore him. In the months since he had arrived, they had never once refused to answer him. Now, they were nervously tapping their hooves against the roof, and shifting positions every few minutes. They tried to continue looking at the festival below, yet their eyes kept drifting back to him. He simply watched without action until they stood, declaring, “I’ll go check on everything down there!”

Narinder reached out, grabbing their wrist to stop them. “Sit, Lamb.”

“Narin-” they started only to be interrupted.

“Sit.” He repeated. He waited until they sat back down to release them. “I do not desire to leave this unresolved, but I confess I am unsure how to react. I had believed your actions to now were the result of a follower’s lingering devotion to their god. Now, I suspect it is something else entirely. Do you still think of me as your god?”

They chuckled nervously as they replied, “I doubt followers think of their god how I think of you.”

“Oh? In what manner is that?” Narinder asked with a small smirk. He chuckled at their deep blush as he continued, “Carnal desire for one’s god is not unheard of. Kallamar took many of his followers to bed.”

The Lamb shook their head, unhappy with that image in their mind, as they swore, “It’s not that.”

“Then explain it.” Narinder asked, “How do you feel about me?”

“I…” they started, then stopped to swallow. They knew how they felt deep in their heart. Their entire being sung in happiness when they were with him. They knew they loved him, but putting that feeling into words so he could understand was difficult. They looked over, seeing him still patiently waiting for their response. “I don’t know how.” they admitted.

Narinder let out a hum as he thought, “Then answer my questions. Fully and truthfully.” At their nod he asked, “Why did you refuse to be sacrificed to me?”

They flinched, knowing they should have expected this. Still they took a deep breath, “I couldn’t willingly be sacrificed.” They reached up to rub the scar hidden under their collar, their eyes fixed blankly on a building below, “I had been sacrificed once already. I had saved hundreds from their own sacrificial ends. I only took sacrifices from those who desired it. My entire kind had been sacrificed for something we had no say in. I… couldn’t willingly lay down my life again. I would have accepted death if you had beaten me. I would have returned the crown if I could have kept my life. Allowing myself to be sacrificed was the one thing I could not do for you.”

“I would have tried to revive you.” Narinder said, causing them to snap their eyes back to him, “I do not know if I would have succeeded, but I had not intended to leave you dead. You were my best vessel. Your devotion was deep and pure. That is why I was so angry you denied me. It was the one outcome I had not expected.”

“What would I have been if you revived me?” They asked with a sad smile, “Without the crown, I'm no more useful to you than a normal follower.”

“You would have been my head priest, and third disciple. The strength of your devotion would have paved the way for me to reshape this world.” He replied without pause, then smiled slightly as he added, “Further, I know you are far more competent than the other followers. I rather doubt you would trip into the barn and set it ablaze.”

They let out a huff of amusement as they recalled the incident. They had doubted the cow’s version of events until they read her mind. Sure enough, she had tripped and managed to knock over a lantern which set the entire building on fire. No lives were lost, but the seeds and equipment inside had been destroyed.

After a moment, Narinder asked his next question, “Why did you kill a follower for attacking me?”

They looked at him in confusion before recognition appeared in their eyes. “Ah, that one.” they replied, “He was close to dissenting because he disliked how I treated you.”

“You do not always kill dissenters.” Narinder pointed out, “So why him?”

“He tried to hurt you!” They hissed out, “I had sworn I wouldn’t allow anyone to harm you. I had told him, all of them, that you were special. And he still attacked you!”

“You said ‘that one’ before.” Narinder said, “Have you killed other followers for me after my usurpation?"

The Lamb let out a sigh as they thought of the various followers and their deaths. “Yes,” they admitted for the first time out loud, “There were some I sent out on mission after mission until they failed to return. There were others I gave to the Fox and Midas. There were a few I killed in the dark of night.”

“Why?” he asked.

“To protect you.” They answered simply, “I did not want you to be betrayed or hurt again. So anyone I could not trust around you was… removed.”

“What do you desire from me?” He asked next.

“Only what you’re willing to give.” They replied without hesitation, “I won’t ask for more.”

“That wasn’t my question, Lamb.” Narinder responded before asking again, “What do YOU desire from me?”

“Everything.” They responded as they looked into his eyes. He tilted his head slightly, causing them to explain, “I want to wake up next to you every morning. I want us to eat our meals together while we talk about everything and anything. I want to drink tea together as we watch the world go by. I want you next to me when I conduct sermons. I want to walk hand in hand together. I want to go on adventures with you throughout the island, and show you how things have changed since you were imprisoned. I want to kill heretics by your side. I want to sit in fields of flowers and look at the stars together. I want to try new things together. I want everyone to look at us and know how in love we are.”

They looked away as they shyly added, “I want to kiss you, and feel your hands on me. I want you to mark me as yours, and I want to mark you as mine in turn. I want to be with you… now and forever.”

Narinder thought on their words even as they began to fidget nervously. After a few minutes he said, “I have one more question, but you will need to close your eyes.”

Narinder smiled slightly as they closed their eyes without hesitation or question. He thought they were foolish to trust him so easily, but he supposed you cannot begin any true relationship without trust. He leaned over, gently pressing his lips against theirs. They gasped, their eyes flying open at the contact.

Narinder pulled back with a smirk, “I do not recall stating you could open your eyes, Lamb.”

“Y-you…” they stuttered as they stared at him, their hand coming up to trace their lips with their fingers. Their eyes were focused entirely on his mouth.

“Tell me, what are you thinking at this moment?” He asked.

“You kissed me… You…” they muttered in shock. After a moment, their eyes finally moved back up to his, “Again, please.”

Narinder chuckled quietly as he leaned close to them again. They leaned towards him to close the distance only for him to pull back.

“I have not given my answer yet, Lamb.” he stated, his smirk growing as they let out a quiet whine.

Narinder reached behind him for the item he had earlier discarded. With his other hand, he held their face closely, his thumb gently rubbing their cheek. Narinder smiled as he found what he was looking for. A moment later, he threw the red powder in the air before he pulled them into another kiss. The proof of their love rained down on them for all to see.