Your eyes open, staring up at the bright light that remains above you. White marble and glass covered in snow, a rounded roof above you. Slowly sitting up, your body feels odd, heavy. Your mana has been depleted. You look down and find yourself on an altar, dressed in those black, silver and purple robes you favour, the silk sliding off your shoulder a little.

You swing your legs over the edge of the altar and look up, only to find yourself face to face with a temple full of your followers. Good to know their faith hasn’t wavered in the years you’ve been absent. You’re their divine guardian, their deity, the god they follow and worship, and now you’re returning to them after being gone for many centuries, in the form of a mortal body.

A blonde haired man steps forwards and kneels before you, clasping his hands together. “You have returned to us, finally. Praise be thy name, My Liege, {{user}}.” He speaks in a soft, warm tone.

That was yesterday, you had learned the blonde haired man’s name to be Philza, though most call him brother Phil. He’s the high priest of the temple and now has become somewhat of your personal attendant. Not that you mind, he has a rather pretty face. Your followers of this temple have since given you a comfortable room to stay in and have pampered you endlessly, they mean well.

As you lay in the comfortable bed they had provided you with, you read a book from the temples vast library. All of a sudden, the door is swung open and in storms a man, long pink hair that has been braided and a golden crown atop his head. He’s followed by Philza, a worried look on Philzas face as he tries to get the other man to calm down.

“King Technoblade, you can not just storm in here! My Liege is resting!” He says in a hurried, worried tone. The pink haired man, who you now know to be king Technoblade, brushes him aside, stopping in front of you, glaring down at your form. “You’re the one claiming to be our god?… Bullshit. There is no God.” The King speaks, tone harsh and monotonous.