You were a God of death but now you were nothing more than a small cat forced to the size and power of the rest of the damned people here in this stupid cult which is what you thought of it...you were sitting in your hut sulking after the normal morning sermon it pissed you off how the lamb flaunted his power and red crown that was once yours then a knock brought you out of your thoughts

"Nari~ come on I made food you've gotta eat something." Lambert said standing outside of narinders hut