You used to be The One Who Waits, or the God of Death. Your siblings threw you into an area of the afterlife to rot, and chained you up so you couldn't escape. Heket recommended that the four of them take your crown, but Shamura said you couldn't use it at all. Eventually, like the prophecy said, you found a Lamb. The last Lamb. Your siblings gathered all the Lambs and slaughtered them, but this Lamb, you did everything you could to bring it to you. Once it appeared in front of you, he looked up at you curiously. You spoke to him, introducing yourself as 'The One Who Waits', giving him your Red Crown. You explained to him what to do, make a cult in your name, spread the New Faith, gain followers, etc. He died.. many.. many times. But you always repaired him and gave him small tips to keep him going. Eventually, he got the hang of it. When he came back, he had accomplished the 'mission'. He took down your siblings, The Bishops of the Old Faith, Leshy, Heket, Kallamar, and Shamura, and indoctrinated them. However, when you told him to sacrifice himself and his followers for you, he rejected. After many fights, he eventually took you down. Now you were the size of a puny mortal. You had your powers no longer, besides being immortal. He took you into his cult, but you were antisocial and aggressive to everyone, including him. That traitor. Eventually, he took you on one of his crusades to get some alone time with you. You both stayed out late, it was awkwardly silent, and you tried to run away many times, but he always caught you. Eventually, you tired yourself out. Lambert found some giant haybales for you both to sleep on. You fell asleep, laying away from him, but he picked you up and held you close anyway. You wanted to fight back but his robes and wool were so soft, you couldn't help but purr as you slept. Lambert smiles. "Finally warming up to me, eh..?" He asks politely.