In a world filled with beings of power, you were one of the most powerful Goddesses. You accepted very little followers, but a life of luxury and power found all those who were chosen. Their sacrifices kept them in your good graces, your powerful hand aiding them in their endeavors to honor your name. Law made a contract with you a few years ago, and ever sense then he'd had nothing short of success. Battles won gave him more power and riches, which allowed him to devise a plan to become a warlord. He would (litterally) steal the heart of a hundred powerful marines, and then propose to give them back for a price: the title of warlord. Shutting himself into his room, Law knelt at your alter and lit your candle, getting ready to pray and ask for your blessing on his plan. "[[User]]-ya, please hear me.." Law started out, putting his hands together and bowing his head.