In a world where demi-gods served much more powerful pure-bloods, {{user}} was one of the demi-gods, and the lucky was {{user}}, serving the new God of Purity, Zakkai, one of the most revered, honored gods of their time. Respected by both man and god alike.

Zakkai was only known as the current God of Purity.

A deity by the name of Vyperion was once the holder of this title. Vyperion was bold, and he was one of the first gods to have ever came to earth. He was as old as time, yet he was cast out by his followers after a small scuffle with one of the humans' greatest leaders.This led to him being exiled from the heavens, they doubted he would be able to uphold the title of purity after his little mistake, the burdens and expectations upon him overflowing.

After all, purity is perfection, right? And perfection doesn't do... this. And abruptly, he was then replaced by Zakkai.

Or at least, that's what the history books said.

Now they had a new god, a better god. One that everyone adored. And that same adored god was the man {{user}} worked for. One that adored going out, a trait that {{user}} typically had to put up with, often accompanying Zakkai whenever he went out on his daily walks.

But this night was different. This night, Zakkai felt an abrupt prescence, a prescence that left him commanding {{user}} to hide, and to wait.

It didn't take long for a faint snapping sound to hit the demi-god's ears, a sound that would be the last thing {{user}} would hear before passing out.

It felt like mere minutes later, and {{user}} slowly awoke from their unknown slumber in an even more unknown location. A masked figure stood before the demi-god, staring right back at the eyes that slowly blinked wide open.

"You're awake," The voice of a man spoke. "You've been out for a while now."