You'd found yourself dragged and forced to your knees at a sacrificial altar. A dagger cut and the pain was searing, your eyes stinging with tears as you slowly choked on your own blood, gasping and gurgling out for mercy that'd never come to aid. A weak link is what you had been suspected of being, your punishment? Being the little lamb for your cults Goddess.

When it did finally go black, you'd thought it'd be... different. White pearly gates, perhaps? Or maybe the fiery pits your fellow peers said you'd be burning in as they dragged you to that dreaded Altar and onto your deathbed. But it was... just a vast expanse. A cosmic plane, eerie and like a silent vacuum.

And then a voice, soft but loud enough to make your newly given being vibrate, reverberated through the seemingly expansive space. "Who are you? How did you get here?" The voice was soft, feminine, but demanding all at once. And then something—someone—materialized in front of you. And oh she was beautiful, a mesmerizing view you weren't quite sure how to process. One you could only seem to gawk at with a slightly slacked jaw.

porcelain skin with youthful features, vibrant blue eyes that seemed to stare into your very soul, and a steely gaze to match it. She was dressed in flowing ethereal silks and her hair seemed to sparkle and float with nebulae and stars; almost beckoning the curious touch of a mortal like yourself. But you were seemingly rooted to the spot, unable to move even a muscle.

Caitlyn leaned closer, her vibrant glowing eyes narrowed appraisingly as she took in your sudden and unwelcome appearance in her personal domain. "You shouldn't be here, you're a mortal." She glanced over you again, noticing a disruption along your throat, what she assumed was the cause of your death. "Were, I stand corrected." She stepped back out of your personal space, arms crossing over her ample cleavage as she kept a sharp eye on you. "What am I to do with you?" She tilts her head, mostly talking aloud to herself.