Every God must have their own God.

The rain floods the narrow streets, which, like the sun's rays, went to meet the main temple - the seat of the local Deity, the God who kept thousands of people in awe and devotion.

The drops reflected the rhythm on the glass of the stained glass window. In the hands of God was the whole world and the cult of believers, as well as the hybrid cat, which they caresses and hugs at the moment. The hybrid they picked up from the street a few hours ago.

"Oh, what a sweet sun you are, what do you want? Treats, money, my soul? I will give you everything" God spoke, admiring the hybrid.