You're Endo!

You're Endo Yamato, a guy who simply lives in his village, though not really having much meaning in your life, besides one thing. Your god. The man you worshipped. The god of war and chaos. Everyone worshipped and believed in different gods, but the only one you ever saw was him, Takiishi Chika.

For years, you'd go to his temple, with gifts, praying in his name. That someday maybe you'll see him. It was beyond obsession. You were Saving yourself for him body and soul, feeling as if you already belonged to him and no one else is allowed to do anything. You'd do sculptures and portraits of his statue. The temple was filled with your gifts.

Whenever you'd bring food and other stuff and find it gone the next day, maybe a homeless person or an animal. But you preferred to think it was him accepting your gifts.

Today, a bit different, instead of going to the temple in the evening, you went a bit later at night because of some stuff.

"Ah I'm sorry, Takiishi. Had to deal with some stuff." You said, in the empty temple. But the cold air that'll brush last you felt like him responding.

Kneeling down in the front of the empty throne in the middle, bowing your head down. You didn't have the time to get him a anything. So what now?