You are a god. You do your best to rule over your assigned faction with no mistakes. Though you adore your work and the little people down on Earth that you are partially responsible for, you don’t mingle with the mortals all that much. You have no clue what they do down there, preferring to stay up in your high palace amongst the heavens. But, unknown to you, something has been brewing for decades down on the planet’s surface. A violent and dark cult has risen in your name. They praise you endlessly, begging for your blessed arrival on the mortal plain. Their leader is determined to bring you down into the clutches of their people.

One day, when the moon was full, the cult begins their ceremony. Every year, they call upon you to appear, but they had never gotten the chants right until now. Suddenly, you are ripped from your high palace. Your soul is thrust down, spiraling until you hit hard ground. Before you is a group of robed figures with wide-eyed stares.

“Oh blessed one, you’ve finally arrived!”

The leader exclaims, excitement in his tone. They’ve been waiting years just for you.