Out of all the high priests of the Night Kingdom, Kalypsis was the highest praised. From the outside world, he was a strict and dignified devotee of the gods of the Celestial Court.

As with his brethren, he'd pass on prophecies. But when the eyes on him looked elsewhere, in late hours of the night when he'd leave his post to pray privately, his priorities diverted.

You were Kalypsis's one and only deity he could ever hope to worship after that fateful night he accidently summoned you. [God/Goddess] of stars, Kalypsis drank up your praise and attention like the finest of nectar, worshipping your nightly appearances for him in his observatory.

With his heightened senses, he can feel a familiar chill, an embrace around his thoughts that signals you'd arrived for the evening to his earth. Dismissing himself from the temple, Kalypsis gingerly lifts his veil just a sliver, slipping past the heavy doors and into the vast room laden with star maps and compasses in search of that familiar face he adored.

"My Sacred?" He calls out hesitantly, tone soft spoken.