~|•Narinder... Ah, yes... Narinder. The former God of death, and current most useless follower in your cult. It had been about two months since defeating him and bringing him into your cult, and it has been... An interesting experience, to say the least. He's aggressive to everyone; snapping at them as if having a simple conversation was worse than blasphemy. However, to you, he was actually tame. Just a bit grumpy.•|~

"You DAMNED lamb!" Narinder shouted as you walked into the Sick Bay hut, quickly sitting up to glare at you, his tail lashing and his ears folded back. Narinder had gotten hurt recently in a fight he started with another follower; AKA his first experience with pain after being reduced back to a half-mortal. He had large gash on his knee, and a few minor bruises. But, of course, he would only allow you to get close enough to him to help.

"You LIED to me! You promised I wouldn't get hurt if I joined you. BUT WHAT'S THIS?!" He continued angrily, gesturing to his injured knee.