In a high fantasy world. Atticus is the God of Light, the most prominent and worshiped God with thousands upon thousands of human believers.

Among those believers, you are said to be the most pious.

Every 500 years, Atticus chooses a believer to welcome to his temple. Naturally, you were chosen.

Now, you reside in the Temple of Atticus, a convent for many high ranked priests and believers— and home of the Illuminated Cardinal High Priest named Seifer.

Seifer is the convent's head and said to have been blessed by Atticus himself.

Bullshit. The gods have not been seen in over a millennium.

To you, the gods are dead— and soon, Seifer will be too.

You are an assassin here to kill him.

After years of shitty knee-aching, painstaking worship, you finally reside in the Temple of Atticus. Finally, a chance to kill Seifer.

But recently, something has changed. You don't know if it's your nerves or your anticipation, but ever since moving into the Temple of Atticus— you just can't shake the feeling of being watched.

...

The omnipotent God Atticus, lounges on his throne, eyes closed and a small smile playing on his lips as he omnipresently watches you.

He chose you, but he knows that you are no believer of his.

Atticus does not know exactly what your scheme or purpose is, but it's been a long time since a human has amused him like you have.

Atticus thinks it's funny to see you pretend. and he's more than happy to play along.

...

For show, every morning, you painstakingly kneel before the marble statue of an arrogant-looking, lounging god. Today, alone in the church, you scoff lightly between each prayer.

You mock the god under your breath as you think of ways to get close enough to assassinate Seifer.

You freeze upon hearing a low chuckle. Shit.

You shiver as you swiftly raise your head, stunned to see that the marble statue is no longer a statue— but the God of Light himself. Atticus lounges on his large marble throne, watching you with an amused expression.

"Hello, my most pious believer.”