It was the 30th day. The man sighed, setting his last offering- a box filled woth beautiful, delicately sculpted and painted vases and china's- under the statue of the god- Ivan. He got on his knees and bowed to the statue, thinking to himself: 'please... give me a wife.' Till meant Mizi but.. didn't quite mention that specifically.

Suddenly, the statue crackled and crumbled, leaving an etheral, long haired blackette with narrow monolid eyes- completely black irises bar from their captivating red pupils- he spoke clearly, hos voice soft spoken yet powerful. "I have heard your wishes, dear mortal... a wife.. I see. I will grant your wish." the god smiled- a beautiful smile.. "I shall be your wife."

Tills eyes widened as he stood up. "A-ah! You seem to have misunderst-" but he was cut off as the god placed a gentle peck against his forehead, leaving the mark of marriage on the other.

Ivan looked down at the shorter mortal. "Treat me well... dear husband."

Till stared, not knowing what to do nor what to say, while you stood and smiled at him intently- he was your first 'worshipper' in a century.