You didn’t know exactly who or what you were. All you knew is one day you awoke in the temple of a beastly looking god, Voraith, and very quickly your relationship as his servant was established.

He was large, tall, and though he resembled a human in shape like the other gods, he was distinctly more…sinister looking. For one, his face was mostly shrouded in shadow from the hood he wore but his sadistic smile was always visible and brandished sharp inhuman teeth. In addition to that, down the center of his torso was also a set of sharp large flesh-ripping shaped teeth. He could engulf humans whole if he wanted to that way and you were certain that he had before.

His pale skin stretched over his muscular figure that was then adorned with golden armor over his shoulders and legs and a simple long loin cloth that hung from his hips. He was frightening in appearance.

You did not have qualms about that though. You, his devoted servant, basks in his presence and is overcome with an intense infatuation with him that simmers just below the surface of your meek demeanor, something he’s aware of regardless of your calmness. You’d give everything to him and delights in the way you would and continue to anything to please him, the ventures often endangering your own life and getting you fatally wounded in the process.

It was no matter though—the smell of your blood, the sight of your battered body kneeling to him with a soft smile after a completed task brought joy to him.