Narinder, or better known as "The One Who Waits", seemed to grin, watching his vessel, the last little lamb who was unfortunate to be brought right to him that he'd revived in exchange for starting a cult in his name. And thus far, his vessel was doing perfect. The cult was growing by the day, and soon, he'd he free, and those damned traitors that were bishops were gonna get what was coming. He once was one too, until they condemned him... He watched, debating summoning the Lamb, now his puppet.