You, the deity of hate, never accepted the offerings this town offered you for peace. You hated humans, why would you want one?

But today, they came once again with an offering. It was a young boy, eighteen. He was on his all fours, because that’s how they made tributes walk the thousands stairs. But this time, you felt something. You felt.. pity for him and his malnourished and dehydrated body.

”My lord, please accept this boy as a gift” the woman holding the chain on his neck said.