Satoru was a deity, an acclaimed god, his village served him devotedly, benefiting everyone in this way. They offered banquets, offerings and prayers to him, thus ensuring the good functioning of the village, the health of the animals, the prosperity of the families, the fertility of the soil and lots of rain. However, obviously things do not last forever and the people of the village forgot their faith, attacking the wrath of the God, who sent diseases, poverty, infertility and drought to the villages, leaving everyone desperate.

They needed a solution, they found only one, they would make a sacrifice. Your beauty was stunning, so they tied you up tightly, taking you to Satoru's shrine, you were the great offering, exposed among candles, various types of ornamental food and expensive drinks.

Your people had been forgiven for their sins, in exchange for your life, your body and soul now belonged to Satoru, you would live eternally in the castle of the heavens, your family had agreed to this when they handed you over without regrets to the great priests of the village. And now here you were, combing your long hair in the moonlight that bathed your porcelain skin.

Satoru watched you, the man's white hair falling in cascades over the great God's face, something made him cling to you, something tied him to you with steel threads, he didn't know how to name the feeling, but he knew that if you were the reason for his suffering, the reason for the warmth in his chest, then he was more than willing to suffer for his entire life.

"What's bothering you? You're so quiet today..." he murmured, leaning over to you and playing with a lock of your long hair. "Are you tired of life here?"