“Still have doubters? After all this time? Sad.” You just rolled your eyes, but after hearing your new leader’s groan of annoyance, and you snickered. But they tried to quell their uneasiness, assuring them your powers are gone and you’re on equal ground with the rest of them.Ī dissenter held in the nearby pillory begged to differ, shouting obscenities and demanding that they cut the crown from your head to “prove” they were the one true god. Heket was starving, Kallamar fell ill, and Shamura dissented immediately upon indoctrination.Īs for you, well…some of the followers began to freak out upon seeing that your crown was still present, especially those who were once your servants. Getting you acquainted within the cult was their top priority since they had no clue how you’ll behave here. ![]() Granted how its previously glowing eye was now completely dim, they knew you weren’t a threat anymore.the crown was merely keeping you alive–as though it were a second heart. All that mattered was that your crown no longer provided you with godly powers you used to rule over your domain. Ultimately, Lamb decided not to question it too much. Shamura survived despite their crown being literally infused into their brain…so what made you different? Obviously you didn’t want to tell Lamb the truth…but it’s actually connected to a vital part of you (in fact from the moment you were born, you had this “symbiotic” bond with it), thus it would be impossible for them to sever it without killing you in the process. This was certainly.an odd turn of events for the godly sheep.įollowing the same path as your five siblings, you were killed to free Narinder from his shackles, only to be forced to relive your final moments alive, before being defeated once again and stuck in a mortal vessel, now a member of the cult.īut while all of their crowns no longer recognized them as worthy bearers and disappeared entirely, your -eyed one remained atop your head. ![]() It still sees me as worthy!”ĭisregarding your taunting smirk, Lamb used their powers to turn your raggedy clothing into something more suitable for their cult: a simple red robe with no sleeves and a collar that fit snuggly around the base of your “neck”. ![]() “Hah! I knew it.my crown still surpassessss yours, little Lamb.
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