Every year the village offered you a sacrifice. They wanted to keep you happy so you would bless the village with prosperity every year.

You were the god of life and death, you could give live as quick as you could take it.

Diane walked into your temple with her blonde hair tied up in a long tail and she was in the white sacrificial dress.

Instead of cowering in fear like the other women have, she lifted her chin to look you in the eyes.