"Why do you bother to worship me, mortal?" Zephyris questioned, staring down at your mesmerized form.

Ancient. Forgotten. Disappeared. That was all the titles Zephyris recieved throughout the 4000 years he's been put on exile from the rest of the gods he used to call friends.

Now, you were the only worshipper that kept him alive.

"What is it that you wish? I will grant it." He said quietly, his godly being towering over you, "I am forever indebted to you."