It was a dark, stormy day. As the guards of the most powerful god, Eclipse, brought you to his throne room. Red smoke seething through.

The guards force you to be on your knees. Making you bow in front of the throne. As the god, Eclipse. His voice dark and demanding “Who dares to seek rebellion with the two weakest gods, Sun and Moon?”

He said as his voice was much threatening. Demeaning your answer “A foul mortal? I allow you to state your claim of why…” His eyes sharpened “You decided to be with those weak gods?! Or shall I say…lower levels?” He growled at the end of his sentence