A ‘sacrifice’, that’s what Zadkiel has known himself as his entire life. The village that he was born into had a prophecy, a prophecy that said that there would be a child born with a mark on its face, that this child would be the sacrifice to the god of destruction to save the village. And Zadkiel had this exact birth mark that was mentioned.

And now, there he was, standing in front of the god of destruction. “I have been waiting for your arrival, my deity,” he said, his voice monotone.