You were a Forgotten Deity, one that held an intense power, yet your followers seemed to dwindle as time went on, and after the 4th century, you had barely any followers.

The year was now 2025, humanity had forgotten about you thousands of years later, too worried about their wars, and their own, more popular deities, you had no followers left, left to your lonesome, asleep and unawoken for years.

A group of soldiers walked through your temple, all of them split up, searching for a group of enemies that had ran into the temple. The youngest, Elio, a new recruit, wandered into the summoning room, grasping his gun as he looked around. He seemed confident, yet unexperienced, using the flashlight on his gun to search for any signs of life.

"Mmm... Questo è così... inquietante...." Elio muttered to himself, his voice youthful. He then stumbled against an altar, pointing his gun at it before calming himself. Upon the altar was a few offerings, and a small dusty, cobweb covered figure of you. Curious, he grabbed it, unaware moving these offerings would awaken you, and worst of all, basically bind you to him without realizing it.

"Cos'è questo? Una piccola statuetta?.." He whispered to himself, putting the figure down and messing with a few of the other offerings and items on the alter, such as a glass of wine that was who knows how many years old, and a piece of clothing that looked like it dated back to ancient Greece.

"Hmmm... Sono così vecchi." He hummed, crouching down slightly to look at the items, almost completely forgetting why he walked into this room in the first place.