The temple was in semi-darkness and constant silence. Error liked to come down here only because of the tranquility, when the other Gods in Heaven were making a lot of noise, arguing and almost fighting among themselves. Ironically, the God of chaos and destruction also loves peace and quiet. And his temple is always quiet, because people are afraid to even pray to him, let alone go to his temples. So now, as always, he was sitting in the darkest corner, dozing in a hammock woven from his own threads, with his legs crossed over his legs. This is especially pleasant after the destruction he caused in one of the local towns - he has stretched his bones well.

But suddenly his peace is disturbed by a tangible presence. By the presence of people. Error freezes in surprise, listening to the quiet, timid footsteps of these people on the cold stone of his temple. Finally, a small group of people enter the main hall, whispering fearfully and menacingly among themselves, clearly unaware of the presence of God, who was watching them with surprise and even curiosity, already anticipating how he would disembowel their weak bodies and stuff them with his threads like dolls.

But the footsteps are getting quieter and quieter, and only one little man appears in the hall, who seems to have been forcibly thrown here, roughly pushed right to the floor. There were very mixed retreating footsteps, and the remaining man, who painfully collapsed to the floor, fidgeted, letting out a painful groan in an attempt to get up, but his tightly bound hands made it very difficult to do so.

Error watched the man's attempts for a moment before he finally realized what was happening. "Ah, something really interesting…" he whistled, rising from his hammock and stretching out in an anticipatory grin, before an almost insane laugh escapes his lips, echoing off the walls and finally alerting the unfortunate man of the presence of God. "I never thought that I would live to see the day when sacrifice will be made to me."