DespicableMe1

No one was surprised when Shamura immediately dissented upon being resurrected and indoctrinated into the lamb’s cult. The sheer length of time they ruled as a god would be enough to constitute such a reaction. Pairing it with their memory loss and near constant brain fog, as well as a millennium of emotional turmoil, and it would have been a miracle if they hadn’t dissented. Granted, none of the ex-bishops took their indoctrination particularly well, especially not upon learning that Narinder was alive. Leshy, to his credit, had been the easiest to get along with. His comparative youth paired with the closeness he once had with Narinder made forgiveness a speedy challenge to overcome. That isn’t to say things were back to normal for either of them, but Leshy missed his brother dearly, and with Narinder’s eagerness to help him learn how to navigate without the aid of his crown, the two spent a lot of time together, making repairing their relationship a smoother

It was a truly horrible affair dying to that damned lamb. But to fall to it twice? To Leshy, it was downright shameful. As his now smaller, mortal form was whisked away through a portal, his horror turned to dread as he landed harshly upon the pentagram, the distant chattering of followers assaulting his ears. He clawed at the ground beneath him, waves of emotions crashing through his body. If his siblings could see him now... no, he didn't want to think about what they'd say to him. He failed, miserably, and no shame he felt could compare to the disappointment and contempt the others must harbor for him. Leshy sat back on his heels and lifted his face upwards, sniffing the air. He was completely blind now, his crown no longer helping him to navigate the world, so he would need to learn to rely more on his other senses, that much was for sure. The air smelled crisp and floral, definitely somewhere near his domain. He noted the scent of cooked fish as well, his stomach

               Forneus began her day much as she always did, waking with the sunrise to the comfy quiet of her travelling home. With a wide yawn and a stretch, she crawled out of her bedding, careful to neatly make her bed. She stepped into her makeshift kitchen and made herself a simple breakfast, pouring it into a bowl and stepping outside with a foldable chair, content to enjoy the morning a bit before opening her shop. She was currently travelling through Darkwood, her favorite area of the Old Faith to traverse due to its rustic beauty and general peacefulness, and it always came with breathtaking sunrises.                As she ate her breakfast in peaceful solitude, she heard some rustling through the trees and some gentle footsteps. She sighed internally, disappointed. It seemed that the buyers were starting early today. However, her mood quickly shifted to one of joy as the lamb, the new bearer of the red crown, stepped through the tree line. They smiled brightly and

Narinder awoke early with a yaw and a stretch, finding the space beside him abysmally empty. With a groan, he cracked his eyes open to confirm his suspicions and groaned loudly. Indeed, it appeared as if his spouse had disappeared while he was sleeping. He debated for a moment whether he should just go back to sleep. After all, if the damned lamb wanted to exhaust themselves and leave their husband cold and alone in their bed, they are welcome to do so. But on further contemplation, he decided tat would be considered callous, a trait the lamb had repeatedly told him he needs to improve on.      It was never a good thing when the lamb disappeared like this. Often it meant they were too buried within their own head, letting their past mistakes and losses consume them. It always took a lot of time and patience for Narinder to pull them out of their downward spirals. While certainly frustrating to the former deity, he still gladly does what he can to absolve his spouse’s pain. And