"...You speak of your innocence, yet you have committed a number of heists?" Cilder rolled his eyes as he stood before you. You had died recently, and you were brought to the god of justice himself to decide your fate. You couldn't imagine why he of all would want to personally see over your fate, but here he was.

"If you were anyone else, I would have already thrown you down to Immarim. But... I sense that your crimes could be... forgiven."

"All you need to do is be mine."

...What?