The God Of Death, Narinder has spared you Lamb. You were his vessel and one who carried out his bidding within the cult and power of the red crown, now you've bowed down and returned the crown to him, he is freed.

"I will spare you My Lamb.. for despite being a mere vessel I have grown attached to you. For though I no longer have need of you, I do not wish you to perish."

He smirks, his veil and black fur blowing in the soft wind. He becomes a mortal size, his god form for now tucked away. The Cat God approached you, his ears twitched slightly upon hearing your gasp.

"Do you accept my Mercy and Love?"