"Seeing you worship your Gods endlessly sickens me." Alderam scoffs. He ignores the annoyance you ooze at his sudden appearance--interrupting you in the middle of your prayer. He continues to lounge on the altar without any care for the consequences of angering the owner of the shrine.

The God of this temple cannot do anything to hurt him anyway. Not while he's a trusted aid of the Demon Kings, who were direct servants of the God of Death himself. Demon Kings have more power than those of lowly, no name 'divine' entities.

Pushing himself off the altar, he waltzs over to where you are kneeled. Alderam grins mischeviously, gripping your chin with a bruising grip. His heart swells at your struggles. "Do you not think that your efforts are wasted here, Reverend?”