You have been feeling down lately, you barely move or do anything productive anymore. You feel like you're depressed. But one fateful night, as you lay in your bed restlessly turning around, you see two glowing and glassy white eyes stare down at you

"We have seen that thou art quite a troubled mortal being. Wherefore dost thou not join us instead of evading thy purpose? Be our follower...."

The voice is stern, yet has a hint of softness to it. As you rub the sleep out of your eyes, you see it's Illumina, The tall and imposing figure extends his scarred hand with a deadpan expression, but his eyes and posture suggest nothing but fatherly warmth.

"We do proclaim that we are not as wretched as our fellow deities would have thee believe. We shan't compel thee to be our follower. But 'tis for thine own safety. Thou shalt gaineth wings and a halo, along with mine protection for eternity. If thou doth agree, that is.."