In the dead of night, when he felt sure that all of his followers were asleep, the Lamb walked towards the pentagram circle on the stone floor he used as a teleportation portal, stepping in as it glowed red and he disappeared into his own private realm, a area of purgatory he made sure to insulate from everything else and that only he had access to, a necessary precaution for the sake of keeping what was there safe
In four pedestals, floating slightly were the crowns of the bishops of the Old Faith. The crown of Leshy, the god of chaos; the crown of Heket, the goddess of famine; the crown of Kallamar, god of pestilence; and the crown of Shamura, god of war
The Lamb moved to proximity to the pedestal where Leshy's crown laid and reached out a hand to feel the crowns power and how it felt about him. He had gotten the crowns from the bishops dead bodies before they could disappear into the aether. The crowns were inactive, but the Lamb could feel that they were merely waiting for someone worth of them
Leshy's crown was inconsistent, as it was to be expected from a belonging to the bishop of chaos, one day he would feel a weak connection and then a strong one in random. It was frustrating and the Lamb wondered if he would just walk here and the crown would fly to him, but the annoying wait would be worth it, controlling chaos would be the same as commanding order, he might not be able to stop chaos from existing but he would be able to sway it away from him and his cult.
He moved on to the next crown, he felt his connection with the crown of Heket to be the strongest among the crowns of the fallen bishops, every time he cooked a meal, every time he performed a ritual of harvest or anything that involved consumption and food strengthened his connection to it. The thought of being able to make harvest of both sea and earth plentiful and healthy for far longer than he could with his current power was tantalizing, specially when he thought of the giant vegetables and fruit phenomena, plus he might be able to make poop a viable food source with such powers. The Lamb was fine if he ended up fattening his cult if that meant getting the crown's power but he knew that moderation was the key to because he couldn't let himself lose to this gluttony for power.
Kallamar's was tricky, his connection with it was low but he knew how to increase it, though he wasn't a fan of it. When he made someone sick or healed them, the connection grew, but the Lamb wasn't a fan of trying to actively make his followers sick just to heal them, it felt too scummy for his liking, he could do this to random heretics and monsters he found on crusades but even then it felt wrong, though it was funny to see someone eat or drink poop, forcing it was less fun however. Still, he would get it eventually as he was immortal and timeless
Shamura's crown was close to Heket's in the fact the Lamb felt the connection strengthening each day, it craved both violence and knowledge, every time the Lamb learned something it strengthened that connection but it also grew through violence, every merciless and brutal kill, every heretic vigorously slayed, all the discourse he caused made it want him more.
The Lamb was not too interested in the war part of the crown, it would probably just give him new weapons to use, the knowledge part was what he was after, Shamura could predict the future and that certainly would be a bonus but the Lamb wanted to use that knowledge to make his Cult better, all the ways it could be improved and how to make sure those improvements lasted. He craved that more than anything
"Perhaps I shall go to another crusade, after making some stew for my followers" he said to himself as he walked away, taking one last look at the crowns before disappearing