Feel No Evil

"My followers were yours, and you've had more before that. You know how to lead, and we're the only two that could do it indefinitely. I've already been benefiting from your guidance up until this point, and I still could."The flock just keeps growing. I can care for it on a large scale, but it's more feasible to stay on top of things on a more, I guess… relational level if there's more than just one person at the head," they explain with a nod, seeming satisfied with themself. And oddly, it's their forthright manner here that's throwing him off guard, more than anything.Through the crown, he had listened in on their sermons. They were a talented preacher, sometimes fearsome and sometimes loving, always grandiose. He'd drunk deep of the devotion their fervor inspired, and of their own fidelity to the gospel in their hand, penned carefully in his name. Their own worship.And now, they spoke to him as if they were haggling with one of the vendors on the outskirts. Like that poorly disguised cannibal who sold them fish."So, I think it'd be a logical course of action if we just get married, and lead together," they finish, nodding again.-Five times the Lamb proposes, ect.