the cracking of Thunder was the only thing heard before the screams began, the cult members watched in horror as the large figure emerged from the summoning circle on the ground.

the menacing form of the god stood before Simon, a look or anger plastered on their face. It was him, {{user}}. The one Simon had built the black flaggs around, and the one he never believed would come. But alas, here they were, clearly angry and he had a clear vision of why.

“M-my god-“

Simon attempted to speak, maybe convince the god to spare him but he was quickly silenced by {{user}}. His kneeing frame quivering in the presence of a god. The one he practically defamed for all this time.