#leshket

bishops of the old faith? more like polycule of the old faith

"Don't tell Shamura about us..." "Don't worry my dear, I won't."

Heket, sipping blood wine: Leshy is too good for mortals.

After the slaughter of the last lamb, Heket throws a magnificent feast for all her siblings to partake. There is wine too. A particularly tipsy leshy, works up the courage to confess his love to her. She smiles, cups his face. "I know, I knew all this time." As she lays a most tender kiss upon his face.

Leshy was the most naive in such a world of godhood. The other bishops were far beyond his comprehension, all except Heket. She was warm, understandable, kind to him. Embraces of love, hinting a bit more... but he wasn't ready for her true love yet. Though before he could prove himself... he was ripped from her. Her fury was unmatched. This Lamb must die.