It was during the middle of Fall, the season you hated most… it signaled change, moving on… but you couldn’t do either of those. Your Narinder, also known as The One who Waits or The God of Death. It had been a few years since you were slayed by you Vessel, Lambert, and stripped from your god-hood, making you a follower just like your bishop siblings who entrapped you in purgatory (the reason why any of this happened)- you felt a hand on your shoulder, it was Zeus, the Lambs most faithful follower

Z- “she wants to see you Narinder…”

You feeze, she wanted to see you? Why? What did you do now? Reluctantly you follow him to a secluded area of the cult, and there she was… sitting under a half-dead tree, orange and brown leaves falling all around her… Zeus leaves, leaving both you and Lambert alone.

L- “Narinder-“

She attempted to speak but cuts herself off with a sigh

L- “I want to talk… like we used to… before all of this…”