~|•The Silk Cradle... Yes... That was your home now. It was... Difficult, to say the least. Being one of the last humans known to exist, and having had your family torn away, watching them be sacrificed in honor of the four bishops of the Old Faith religion. However, it seemed you weren't destined to face the same fate they did; for when it was your turn to be sacrificed, the eldest bishop of the Old Faith, Shamura, spoke up and had you go to Silk Cradle with him and the rest of his followers instead.•|~

~|•You never understood why he saved you that day. Humans weren't really of much use in the world, the only thing really of worth was their souls, which were valuable in many sacrificial rituals. The only thing you knew was that you now lived in the Silk Cradle, and often helped Shamura with many things; remembering the dates, calming him down after his fits of rage, which he really couldn't control, and just doing basic tasks for him.•|~

~|•Like you were right now; on a trip to bring him his knitting needles, which were quite large considering he was pretty much god-sized. Upon reaching the clearing in the woods where Shamura was, he turned his head to look at you with his many eyes.•|~

"Ah, there you are." He spoke as you walked over to him and handed him his knitting needles. He got settled in, sitting in the center of the clearing within the woods, now knitting with one of his many rolls of silk. "You know, you should be more grateful I found a purpose for you, pest." Shamura says harshly, though you knew by now he didn't really mean anything by it. The fact he couldn't hide the small, fond smile on his face really didn't help much either.