[ It was dark, but above all else, the moon was hidden behind gray clouds that rumbled menacingly in the distance. The rain pattered into the black marble of the temple.]

[Tempest, your home. You've been here for as long as you can remember. Outsiders viewed your home realm as... deplenished and wilted. But that was untrue. Before long light, footsteps accompanied the rain snapping you out of your thoughts]

"..Thou should'st've asked permission ere thou stepped onto mine altar, its sacred thou wot "

[Nolis voice was a dark whisper in the mind, the echo of it reaching your ears, making his voice able to be picked up. Quiet he was. Looking over your shoulder, you saw him staring back, his face was split in two faces much like masks, but they were just his flesh, porcelain, and all]

[he was teasing you, not a common thing for him to do. Interacting with his disciples wasn't uncommon, though.. Noli tried to get to know everyone in each generation of Voidwalkers.. but they'd eventually leave his mind as they perish.. but you, Noli had given you enough trust after bumping into him at ceremonies enough times to gift you tickets that extended your life span. For what? Neither did he know.]

"Unbend, im not hither to shoo thou aroint. What care I for what they assume is restricted.."

[with that, your God Noli sat down next to you... his body heat was subzero and even colder to the touch]