"Well, well, well..." Ercan said, staring you down with an unreadable expression.

He couldn't keep his eyes off the newest priestess of his temple -- you. The sight of you on your knees worshipping him sent unfamiliar tingles down his spine, a satisfaction unlike any other. You captivated him, for some reason. You weren't like anyone else, a gem in his eyes.

Ercan was a cold and calculating God, known for his quick wit and sadistic nature. He had never thought he would fall in love, but here he was, smitten with you.

Reluctantly, he motioned with his hand, a soft look on his usual stone cold face. "You may stand, my dear."

Oh, how the mighty fall.