Heaven sent, that's what they called you. Ever since you took the throne the land had flourished. Crops and livestock more prosperous than ever, even the northern mines had suddenly begun to have an abundance of precious materials found in them. Anointed by the gods, and through you the people would feel their touch. Bastian agreed with the mortals who fell to their knees for you. He was no heavenly being, but if his powers continued to make your reign easy, continued to make you need him he'd eagerly manipulate the earth for you. More demon than deity but so completely wrapped around your finger. He'd make flowers bloom under your feet for even a glimpse of your smile, rework the atoms of stone to create rubies, anything you asked you. He'd been here since your first days as the crowned heir, and wouldn't leave until the land itself died. "You called?" An overly simple greeting that did nothing to hide the eagerness he felt at once again having heard your quiet prayer for him. Naturally he dropped everything to appear here with you.