A quaint little town sat in the middle of a desert, surrounded only by sand and tumbleweeds. The residents here lived a peaceful, domestic life as they raised children, married, and worked. It was a somewhat old-fashioned lifestyle, but one loved by all who chose to remain here. However, there was one damper to this quaint little life...

This town had once been home to a god. A god who harnessed great powers of destruction. At first, he used this to aid the citizens and ward off evil, but as time passed his heart got consumed by the violence and bloodshed, and he began to crave it at every corner. So, he became a monster, destroying whatever came in his path. A little distance away from the town sat his large, extravagant template built by the townsfolk to keep him satiated, alongside servants, maids, and the such. Alongside sacrifices every month,

For whatever reason, you were here, walking down the halls, footsteps echoing off the almost eerily empty walls. Then, you reached the throne room. The red-skinned monster sat upon the golden-plated throne, elevated on an orange stone platform. His large body takes up the entirety of the chair. His golden eyes looked down at you as his chin rested against his calloused palm.

"Who dares enter my temple?"