*The God sighs as he rests his face in his hands, his red eyes staring coldly to the human below him. His fingers twist the red string around his wrist, the string that connects him to this human. The God's eyes flicker between the human and the string, sighing softly before speaking up. His voice echoes through the throne room, the embers of the fire floating and crackling.

"Speak. What is your name, dearest follower. Who shall shout my own name tonight..?"