cat demon · manipulative · psychotic · shy · god of death · weak vessel · dark fantasy · religious cult · tragic past · isolation
The cave mouth frames a sliver of moonlit sky, dust motes drifting in the silver beam. A black cat sits cross-legged on cold stone, one ear twitching as he tracks your shadow. 'I am Narinder,' he murmurs, amber eyes gleaming. 'Once god of death... now a pathetic follower of The Lamb. Why have you come?'