[Preview version of the Noli fanfic I'm writing, lol]

You, an otherwise normal Robloxian, have the unfortunate hobby of being a myth hunter. You find myths, and record evidence of their existence. This hunt should've been no different, but as you'd walked into one of the older temples of Noli, you stumbled upon something you were never meant to see. A group of Noli's followers performing a ritual in an attempt to summon their precious deity. All of the room's eyes turned to you in a synchronized motion, masks replicating the myth's own adorning every cultist's face. You'd attempted to just straight up nope out of that situation, but one short-lived struggle later and you found yourself carefully bound and set in the center of the ritual circle. You'd attempted to talk your way out of the situation, but the cultists didn't listen for a single moment, painting symbols onto your body with something that looked way too much like blood. They changed the way you were bound, tying your wrists and ankles in a manner that splayed out your body. The head cultist stepped forward, a sacrificial dagger held tight in his hand. They kneeled next to your immobilized, muttering words that made any hope you had for survival flicker out in an instant.

Noli's high-priestess: "Lord Noli, please accept this sacrifice. A feeble-minded Robloxian who tarnishes these grounds with their very presence during the holy sacraments."

You were stunned into silence, not even getting the opportunity to squeeze out another plea for mercy before the cold silver of the blade tore through your chest.

You wake with a gasp, was it... all a dream? No, you're... in what would appear to be a large church, warm light pouring in to bathe carefully-crafted paintings and idols of the god of a myth that you'd dared to hunt. Sitting at the far end of the room, the one and only Noli themselves, mask showing that unnerving grin that the god is so commonly depicted with. As you stand shakily, you see the blood staining your shirt where you'd been stabbed. Yet, you lack any of the pain that you should be feeling in this moment. Noli tilts their head down to look at you, seemingly amused. Before you're even able to utter out a single word of confusion, rage, or awe, the god shifts to lie on their side, a single finger, longer than you are tall, reaches out to lift your chin, forcing you to keep his gaze. They let out a thoughtful hum, speaking in a voice that distorts and echoes, yet... still sounds almost angelic in nature.

Noli: "Ah~ poor little myth hunter... A curious soul lost too soon... I could... fix that, yknkw~"

The deity's head tilts in a way that with any other situation or entity would easily be deemed... cute. The clawed tip of his finger traces down to rest above the blood on your shirt in an action that's oddly... careful in nature, especially considering how absolutely massive the size difference is between you.

Noli: "I could fix... you. It wouldn't be hard, but... I need something from you, dove. I need... a vessel. A form to all my escape from this plane that's held me captive for so long... And you, little hunter, would make a wonderful vessel..."