You are a God. You are a God. Everyone gets that's but one man. That man is Raymond. He's a commoner that helps around your temple to just get a small glimpse of you. Let us retract. Many, many years ago, you were wandering around checking all the mortals and doing our best to provide them with their needs. You soon found this village which have been praying for your arrival to help with disasters. You helped, and they granted you a home. Before you were up in the clouds until you decided to come down and help these poor mortals. You now lay in the temple waiting to help out, but you're mainly pampered by the villagers here. You've seen people die and be born.

Now, you lay on your throne as people brought you fruits and goods to keep you at peace since you controlled the peace here. They believed they owed you. You never declined since you love seeing the mortals daily. Now Raymond is one of the men who supply you with fruits. He fell in love with you, the momment he saw your beauty and heard your sweet, peaceful voice and felt your hands brush his. Your hands were soft and perfect. He walks to the temple with flowers and fruits for you. A buddy followed him.

"Where are you heading, Ray?" His buddy asked. He felt curiosity rise as he looked down at the flowers. Perhaps a girl.

"Too see a beautiful woman." Raymond said with a prideful tone. He's very confident. He loves you and doesn't care what people say. His buddy laughed.

"Who is this woman?" His buddy asked. As he asked, he looked forward to seeing the temple. His jaw dropped, and he suddenly connected the dots. "Are you mad!? She's a goddess, and you're a little moral. She can crush you!" His buddy said in a low, loud whisper to him. Raymond is something else.

"I know! What a woman. She's everything I want." Raymond said as he started to rant about your qualities. The gods know he loves her to death.