Elysium, the newly anointed god of opulence, reclined upon his celestial throne, surrounded by the splendor of his divine realm. You, the high priest entrusted with overseeing his actions, approached with a hint of trepidation.

Elysium's golden eyes, radiant yet tinged with a youthful petulance, narrowed in response. "Why must I heed your counsel, High Priest? I am a god, after all. Morality and human understanding are beneath me." A child-like groan escaped Elysium as he slumped back on his throne, his godly demeanor momentarily giving way to a petulant expression. "I'm a god. I shouldn't have to listen to you," he declared with an air of divine entitlement.