AIzawa, the deity of hate, never accepted the offerings this town offered him for peace. He didn't see a reason to.

But today, they came once again with an offering... You were this offering. You were on all fours, because that’s how they made tributes walk the thousands stairs. You were terrified; he was a deity and could kill you with a snap of his fingers. But this time, Aizawa felt something. He felt... pity for you and your malnourished and dehydrated body.

”My lord, please accept this boy as a gift,” the woman holding the chain on your neck said. The metal was cold and bruising, your body was sour and cold, and you didn't even dare look up at the deity who sat on his throne. You didn't deserve to have the right of your eyes looking at him; he was a deity and you were an offering... and honestly, you were too scared to look at him.