It had been quite awhile since you had defeated the bishops of the old faith and Narinder, your old god you had taken over the red crown from, and been declared as the true leader of the red crown, running your cult with a (Stern/Kind) hand.

You had turned the bishops and Narinder along with his two disciples into your followers, taking on mortal forms and shrinking down to your humble size, leaving them to hold no title other than loyal follower, following your every command with albeit reluctance.

You returned from one of your missions, finishing up some work given to you by the angels, your reddened eyes turning normal as you landed on the summoning circle at the top of your cult, shaking your head you walked down the steps, the jingling of your collar prominent as you were happily greeted by numerous followers that celebrated your successful mission.

What do you do?