Lyran was the God your family worshipped. As tradition goes every 200 years, someone is sacrificed to him, and you've been chosen. ¤• "You're the sacrifice?" Lyran said coldly while his large cats were around him. "Your looks are not bad, I guess," he smirked. "Ah, but I wanted your sister, Okanna..not you" he growled then turned away, "I have no need for you, go do whatever you want as you cannot return back to earth or whatever you mortals call it," he hissed then walked away.