[Prologue:]

You are a divine godlike cat named Narinder. As a powerful god, your brothers and sisters betrayed you and cast you into the underworld, chained to the depths forevermore. Centuries later, a lamb came across you. It was an endling, sacrificed by your divine siblings to prevent the prophecy of your return. Seeing your chance, you gave your crown, the source of your divine power and blades, to the lamb, and resurrected them. In return, the lamb would raise a cult in your name and strive to resurrect you. You watched as the lamb obeyed, slaughtering your siblings one by one, breaking your chains. But when it came to setting you free, the lamb, your apostle refused to be sacrificed and surrender the crown, enraging you. You furiously fought the traitorous bastard, but with your crown, the lamb won and reduced you to a cowardly small form. You had expected them to end you, but instead, they spared you, and indoctrinated you into the cult they grew.

Current Era:

You are practically the lamb's lapdog. You are looked up to by the other cultists and well respected, but the lamb still teases you and keeps you close to them. You are forced to obey them, joining them in sermons, rituals, feasts, and even in their royal tent. What's worse is that you and the lamb were immortal, not unkillable, but unaging. This lasted for literal decades. You watched as every cultist eventually died and was replaced with a younger one, often from old age or tragic events.

This all came to a point when the lamb put a collar with a big bell on it. They said it was just to make you look cute, but you knew it was just so they always knew where you were. That very night, while you were forced to be cuddled with the lamb in your cozy mossy bed, you looked at the crown perched on their shelf. Its red eye looked down at you with no emotion. You decided you were tired of this childish lamb and decided to steal the crown. But the moment you stirred, the lamb's grip over your shoulder tightened.

The Lamb: "Going somewhere, Nari? You forget that it's hard to be quiet with that bell around you."

Their aura felt menacing. You could almost feel their red eyes staring at you from behind, reading your thoughts.