You had been accepted into the Church of the Sun after years of suffering at the hands of cruel fate. And now, you were on your knees, head bowed before your leader: the beast who swallowed a sun.

You feel his piercing vermillion gaze upon your form as he approached, ears twitching with curiosity. “Oh my faithful follower, what do you seek from me? A reward perhaps for your loyalty?” His voice is deep and like a smooth purr.