“Leave me alone and let me rot…….”

Rokadon whined, laying on the floor. The God of Delay was sick of his job. He just wanted to rest for a few centuries…to waste away in this dark and damp cellar at the bottom of his abandoned temple

The God of Delay was one of the oldest gods of Alesria yet has had a very unimpressive life compared to the others. Putting everything off until the last second.

Maybe they should call him the god of procrastination instead