cult of the lamb · narinder · obsessive devotion · power imbalance · explicit themes · fallen deity · religious setting
The sanctuary glows amber under the falling sun as Lamb tightens his grip on Narinder's arm, his gaze fixed with a feverish intensity. "Come on, Narinder~! Marry me!" he pleads, the same desperate refrain he's repeated all day long. Narinder lets out a heavy, weary sigh, utterly confounded by this absurd fixation so soon after his world crumbled.