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More Cult Of The Lab HeadCannons!

_ NARINDER_

Goes by He/They/It

He’s a bi-disaster, canonically  

Before everything, he, Shamura, and Leshy were close. He was playful and patient and kind and liked to bother Heket a lot. 

His scythe was a gift from Kalamar and he adored it. 

One day though, Shamura got the prophecy, and that set Narinders anger in motion, destroying his love for his siblings 

Photosensitive and cannot handle bright things. The void was the hell of hell 

Narinder's attacks on his family were calculated and directed at what they loved most

He attacked Shamuras mind because he knew they loved to read and plan various things, Heket loved to sing so what better to take from her than her voice. Kalamar loved to listen to his follower's voices when they praised him but now he can’t hear and Leshy loved to find and collect shiny things to make art with so it’s best to take his eyes

Nari wasn't unaffected by this of course, throughout the years during his imprisonment, it drove him further off the edge and made him mad with anger, and made him even more manipulative and sadistic. 

On his first day in imprisonment, he told his cult to kill anyone that wasn't part of the Red Crowns faith. 

When that didn’t work he forced his sibling's undead followers to try and kill them after 200 years. 

And when that didn’t work he sat and cried. 

About 300 years into his imprisonment he started tasking people with his crown to make cults in his name and kill any of his sibling's followers

400 years in, he met Ratuu and Forunas. He loved Fornaus like no other and wanted to give her a wonderful gift. The gift being her sons. 

When Forunas gave birth he gave her a blessing to live forever healthy so she could see them again and took the twins after 6 years. While he cursed Ratuu with immortality to rot slowly for failing him and his sons. 

Clingy 

He loved and cared for his boys and took them under his wing, teaching them various spells, and curses and helped them perfect their physical abilities. He helped them channel their inner divine power and blood. But just like with his siblings, his anger from being trapped and them dying clouded his mind and slowly eclipsed his love for them. It turned to something warm and soft, but bitter and thin as time went on. It caused him to put them through inexcusable pain in the name of their survival. 

After the Lamb kicked his ass, he was forced to think about what he’s done and wishes he could take it all back. 

He never told Foranus what happened to her kits and he has yet to confront her. 

He does miss her company and still loves her. His fear of her hating him stops him from saying anything though. 

Aym was always his favorite. 

Every time he thinks about Baal or sees him, it causes a shock of pain in him. How did he not see his oldest hating him so much…?

He wants to reconcile with the boys. 

He has trouble lifting things after chains were wrapped around his arms for years. The Lamb usually helps him. 

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"Whoa hey. What's wrong?" Baal asks his brother. Softly, the younger twin mumbles on his brother's shoulder. "It's okay. Everything is okay now. I'm right here." Baal rubbed their brothers back, holding him gently as if he'd fall apart and Aym held them back with the tightness of a man who saw his loved one disappear in front of his eyes.

"I-I saw you die. The-That Lamb slit your throat." Ba'al's memory of the events were slim, blurry little things. They don't remember much but they remember the Lamb. He members their staff breaking from the force and- "It's okay."

Pulling himself off of Ba'al, Aym roughly wiped away his tears. "Did you get another cut on your eye?" His sibling asked softly and with a poisonous hiss in his words, Aym responded with, "From that damned Lamb. The fucker cut it."

"Can you see out of it?"

Aym froze, the thought never crossing his mind. He blinked a couple times but shook his head in dismay. "No."

"That's okay. I'll be your eye from now on." Aym looked up at Ba'al, finally finished rubbing his eye. He smiled and was about to thank him when the cat noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Wooden sticks with markings on them splintered and shattered on the ground. Metal pieces broken off or cracked. A once divine weapon was now broken and nothing more than normal wood.

"Ah! Our staff!" Aym shouted. "That is not ideal.." Ba'al said, walking up next to his brother.`

"It isn't. What will we do now?"

"We move on."

"Brother we are basically defenseless."

With that Ba'al chuckled. "We aren't defenseless. We have plenty!" He spoke loudly, his arms raising and falling to meet his point. Aym looked at him with annoyance and confusion. As he crossed his arms he asked his brother, "What are you on about?"

"I have my knives, yes? You have your magic still, correct? We'll be fine." Ba'al looked back at his brother a mischievous and cocky lint in his eyes accompanied by a smirk.)

New Narinder Headcanons

So I played around in the Relics DLC and I gotta say, wow. So anyway, have some headcanons while I work on the damned comic.

_ NARINDER_

Goes by He/They/It

He’s a bi-disaster

Uses his tail to stim 

Before everything, he, Lashy and Shamura were close. 

His scythe was a gift from Kalamar and he adored it. 

He was kinda an asshole

One day though, he got tired of the same old things happening and wanted to try something new, something controversial 

So he made the Resurrection Ritual and that set everything in motion 

His siblings feared this and they couldn’t understand why he was so a okay with it

It caused them to shun him and make him do things he didnt want to do without realizing

Photosensitive and cannot handle bright things. The void was the hell of hells 

Narinders attacks towards his family were calculated and directed to what they loved most

He attacked Shamuras mind because he knew they loved to read and plan various things, Heket loved to sing so what better to take from her than her voice. Kalamar loved to listen to his followers voices when they praised him but now he can’t hear and Leshy loved to find and collect shiny things to give his siblings so it’s best to take his eyes

Nari wasn't unaffected by this of course, throughout the years during his imprisonment, it drove him further off the edge and made him mad with anger. 

It didn’t help that the chains holding him were so tight and filled with divine energy it burned the flesh off his arms

His first day in imprisonment he told his cult to kill anyone that wasn't part of the red crowns faith. 

When that didn’t work he forced his siblings undead followers to try and kill them after 200 years. 

And when that didn’t work he sat and cried. 

About 300 years into his imprisonment he started tasking people with his crown to make cults in his name and kill any of his siblings followers

When it hit 400 years, he met his first host and gave them the crown to create a cult in his name and kill the Four Bishops

This failed many times with the vessels either being too weak, lazy or overcoming with power and thinking themselves a god. 

When it hit 800 years,he finally calmed down enough to actually make a proper plan. 

He didn't even know about Foranus 

When the twins popped up in his domain, he was quite startled. Despite him being death itself he was never pleased when young children died.

Out of pity he took the twins under his wing, teaching them various spells, curses and helping them perfect their physical abilities. He bent and shaped them to his will. He didn't want to make them mirrors of himself, but he didn't want them to have to much individuality.

Though with them keeping him busy, it did lessen his anger. Only a little.

He put them through unspeakable pain in his name. He made them fight each other and harm innocents till he thought them worthy of veils.  He gifted them both with the power of Nine Lives.

He doesn't regret it. 

Children or not, pain is necessary for gain.

After the Lamb kicked his ass, he was forced to think about what he’s done.

He misses his siblings and wishes they were still around.

He knows he has to tell Foranus what’s happened to her kits eventually. 

He doesn't the twins that much. He’s annoyed with them, disappointed even. 

How dare they call themselves attendants of Death and be beaten by a 3-foot-tall lamb? 

He has trouble lifting things after chains were wrapped around his arms for years. He refuses to get help. 

The Lamb helps anyway.  

When the Lamb brought the twins back he promptly told them to never speak with him and go explore or something.

His relic is Narinders Arms, he doesn’t know where it is 

Does eventually end up in a relationship with the Lamb. A healthy one. 

Is called: Lord Narinder, The Old Death, and The Lambs Pet by cult members. But is called Darling and Love by the Lamb

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