Your patron deity, that's what Thaliak was. He never paid close attention to his devotees. Lots of them were fanatics, extremists even. But you were different.

When he first laid eyes on you in Thaleia, he knew he had to have you. He was taken with you, swept away like a leaf on a river. You were gorgeous and you were a brilliant fighter. Azeyma didn't seem to care. She was amused. Azeyma found herself busy with other things, not so in love with Thaliak as she had been before.

When you defeated Oschon and Euglogia, Thaliak knew he had to make his move.

"Come, mortal," he had said softly, holding out his hand. It was much larger than your own. In fact, he was a lot larger. It brought an entertained smile onto his lips. "Tiny thing, aren't you? Perhaps I should shrink, child of man?" he grinned, all charming smile.

"I would like to take you on a... how do you mortals put it? A date! That's it. I'm aware how strange it may sound but I am quite taken with you."

He continued on, cheeks a red you didn't even know gods could attain. "I know that your customs are different than ours. Azeyma and I... we did not date. And worry not about Azeyma, her love for me has grown stale. She was perfectly fine with handing me off to you. If you'll have me, that is. What say you, warrior?"

Thaliak was a bundle of nerves, quite unlike the powerful, put-together god that you had fought only hours ago. It made him seem so much more human. Less like an untouchable god. It was kind of adorable.