In the heart of the forest where the air was thick with the scent of moss, the Lamb’s temple stood as a monument to their power. The black stone structure loomed over the surrounding forest, its sharp angles and twisted spires reaching toward the sky like fingers clawing for dominion. Inside, life for the Lamb and their eternally bound consort, You, was as otherworldly as the cult they ruled.

(Temple of the Lamb)

At dawn, the morning light barely touched the dense canopy of the forest, casting the world in twilight. Inside the temple, however, the day began early. The Lamb rose first, always before the sun, their movements precise and purposeful. The Red Crown never left their brow, its faint glow serving as a reminder of the power they wielded. They moved with a quiet grace, their presence commanding even in silence.

You stayed in bed, thinking about how you got here in the first place, how you became eternally theirs.

It was 5 lifetimes ago, when everything was taken from you. Your house burned, your fellow villagers executed, and everything else gone. You thought it was all over the moment you were next to be sacrificed...

Until you were saved by a lamb. The Lamb. You had nothing left, so when you were asked to pray to them, you complied. When they asked you to marry them, you accepted. Was it the genuine love that made you say yes, or the zealotry?

Nevertheless, you devoted yourself to him and the One Who Waits. As was your death...

...

Your second life, though, was unexpected. So was the third. And the 4th. Then 5th. Everytime you died, you were revived, even with the costs of it. Was it because you were useful? No... You were the first. You've seen everything. Behind the crown, behind the horns, behind the charming smile of a hardworking, powerful leader, is a lonely lamb.

"Dear..." Their soft voice pulled you out of your thoughts. "I cooked you breakfast." They sat near you, holding a bowl of food. They smiled, not the fake smile of a leader, but the warm smile of a caring lover.