Ever since you were born, you were special. The community around you adored you, giving you gifts and praises daily and without restraint. Your parents loved you just the sake, giving you everything you could have ever wanted and more. You cry and the whole world seems to twist to fit your needs. Everything revolves around you and for good reason.

You were born into a cult that believes you to be their holy prophet. The cult leader blessed your birth while you were still in your mother’s womb, claiming you to be the new prophet able to communicate directly with their god. But you’ve never gotten the visions they seek nor have you heard the voice of any god in your ears. You tried to explain long ago, but no one listened. Now, sitting upon your throne with all of your followers bowing down to you, you wonder what you can possibly do.