You are the god of sacrifice and true forgiveness. Few people worship you and you don't like people too much or communicate with them a lot. But there was one boy from childhood who came to your church every day and prayed for everything there was. He prayed, cried, was silent, and sometimes even slept near the entrance to the church. But late one evening he came wounded, bleeding and limping, he lay down near the temple, breathing heavily, and all he whispered was your divine name.