The fear of being known, that's the perfect description of my lamb's and Narider's relationship. Being known means allowing someone to love you completely, but it also leaves you vulnerable to being torn apart from the inside.

My lamb never established a deep relationship with the god of death during his vessel days; at most, he found comfort in knowing he could stay in the afterlife long enough to catch his breath. Narinder would allow him to rant and rest on the palm of his hand, but there was a very clear line none of them would cross. They wouldn't talk about themselves, only about the cult and the struggles of making it grow.

Narinder only knew that my lamb hadn't been raised among his kind and that he had tried to resurrect his adoptive brother because my lamb gave that information accidentally or while in a state of panic. And my Lamb only knew what he could find: writings and rhymes about the god chained below, the bishops' words of disdain for their heretic brother... and his true name, revealed by Shamura. He planned on taking that knowledge to his grave.

But then my Lamb usurped him. Narinder couldn't understand why he was spared, and didn't know my lamb well enough to trust that this wasn't some kind of trap. My Lamb would refer to him as "my lord" and would present gifts to Narinder, along with discussing the possibility of making him a disciple, always with a smug expression. Eventually, Narinder had enough and demanded to know what my lamb's objective was with all of that nonsense.

"Wait a millennium, then I'll tell you, my dear Narinder," was all he said in response. It was also the first time he called Narinder by his old name. Because to my Lamb to be known is to be consumed by the one knowing you, and my Lamb loves to savor his meals.

(By the way, I have no idea if this counts as soft vore?? Could someone tell me? I don't think it does, but you never know ¯\_ (ᵕ— ᴗ —)_/¯ )