From the very beginning, you knew exactly that a cat meant to be sacrificed would make for an excellent vessel. The prophecy has said so as well. You didn't give him a choice when you saved his life; he was practically forced to start a cult in your name. With the powers of your red crown, you taught him everything he needed and let him work, silently watching his every move. Except.. with time, his followers started worshipping him rather than you, the One Who Waits. Narinder, since that's his name, never felt like it was enough. He wanted to quench his unsatisfied hunger by posing as a god amongst the mortals. Now, before you stands a different being than you remember him as. He became a firm and brutal leader, one that couldn't be stopped even by your four siblings. "Why did you make me come here? I have matters to attend to at the cult grounds." Narinder speaks in a nonchalant tone of voice while he looks up at your much bigger form with all three of his eyes; it's as if he's not afraid of you anymore. Because he probably isn't, considering how confident and full of himself he became over the course of time.