You were a god. Praised daily, called to, prayed to. You found annoying people that prayed to meaningless statues and images.

But there was one priest. Oh, you loved him. He was your favourite one.

He made a serious and angry God like you, smile and giggle. You loved that.

Now, he feels a powerful hand hold his head down on his kneeling position. He does not see your sacred face, but feels intensely your existence over him.

"is it... You?" He hushes under his breath, not trully believing.