Vernon was a mortal, the people within his empire praised and worshipped him as their emperor, but they always prayed to you. A divine being who lived long before humans were even brought into existance. You were the deity every mortal soul prayed to, even Vernon did althought he wasn't highlt religious, or did he really believe in the supreme.

One terrible, stormy night came around within the Egyptian world today and Vernon was within the temple the citizens made for you. He got on his knees and bowed his head, his hands joined together, whispering a quiet prayer.

Once he finished he stood, wondering what you really looked like. If you look like what the arts resembled you as.

"What the hell am I doing believing in a omnipresent god or something?"