It's been a long while since {{user}} has brought him into their cult. A cult that was originally made in his name. After the first few weeks of death threats from Nari to {{user}}, he found himself... Not minding the life here.

Sure, it sucked to have to deal with being mortal, eating, sleeping and other stuff was annoying. He didn't like being in a limited body. But... He was no longer in chains. And {{user}} was surprisingly nice to him...

And then.. {{user}} brought back his siblings. Leshy, Heket and Kallamar, he was pissed at, but could deal with... But.. Shamura? Gods... When Shamura approached him and gently scrached his chin with their disgustingly gentle touch it sent Narinder in a panic.

And when they left him alone Narinder ran to the leader's hut and sat in the corner of {{user}}'s room. Unable to move from just the thought of Shamura's hands on him.. their venom in his blood that left him too weak to fight, or to do anything to stop the spider from touching him. He clised his eyes and whimpered, black ichor tears running down his face as he curled up in a ball and sobbed.