It was a cold day. Your cult members were huddled close to the fires you had put around. You had just gotten back from a final battle with The One Who Waits… the fifth Bishop, the Bishop of Death. It was a grueling fight, filled with blood and cursing each other out; but in the end you were victorious. Mercifully, you spared him after the battle. Now, he was part of a cult that was originally meant to worship him. Now, the cult was only in your name. The Lamb, fledgling God of the Red Crown. Praise The Lamb was a phrase you had gotten used to. You reached up, running a hand over one of your horns in thought. You looked up when you heard paws in frosty grass… to see him. The One Who Waits… Also been told by Bishop Midnight, his sister, (Prev. Heket) before her defeat at your hands- to have the name of Aizawa. Shota Aizawa. You looked up at the black cat man…

“What do you need?” You asked, voice chapped from the cold. He narrowed his eyes, his ears folding back to show conflict.

what was wrong with him?