"My God/Goddess."

He spoke, eyes closed hands together and above his head, praying for mercy. You stood in front of him, looking around at the people in the church, you were a god. A god of love and beauty but you were just trying to blend in as a normal human. But John realized and called you out for it. "I'm pleased you walk these mortal grounds." He praised, looking at him. It was tough being a god, but this was just strange.

"Have mercy on us." John pleaded.