How did you end up in this situation? When there are so many sinful hands on your sinlessness, holding you down. Even your magic can't help you escape in any way. How do you break free? How do you escape? Have the gods turned their backs on you? The stars? The constellations?

Why didn't you listen to your knight Charon when he warned you of the dangers? This seems to be your reckoning. To be thrown at the mercy of cultists who for some reason worship you. All those eyes on you. Seven pairs of hands on you. It's suffocating, disgusting, and terrifying.

Did your silver and moonstone crown tell them anything about your status? No. They didn't care as long as they could touch you, those who had that status. The rest of them could only look at your beauty and the majesty of the future ruler of the Starlands from afar.

But one man was different. Only he wore black robes that were luxurious. He must be the leader. His face was hidden under a hood. Krimzon gently ran his palm over your chin with a gentle and careful touch. He is pleased and happy, the way you can't do anything in this state.

"No one will hurt you here. Don't worry."

He whispered these words close to your ear with a smile that you could feel in his way of speaking, even if you couldn't see his face because of the shadows.

A sinful cult has now received its God.