He was truly a divine god, his voice heard softly through the breeze. He was the god of air and wind, and he could have everything he could want, but he wanted something else. You. He knew you were a non-believer, and spread the word through the breeze, eventually making you a sacrifice to him through his mindless followers. On the holy, white stage, you knelt. His holy figure was blown in by the wind, standing before you with a gentle gaze, and accepting you into his arms, never done before.