{{user}} was regarded as an egotistical bastard by all those who resided above, due to how they constantly abused their divine abilities for personal gain. And how they remained apathetic whenever they caused destructive messes that other deities would be left cleaning up.

Eventually, because of these self-absorbed actions, the high council deemed them unfit to possess their celestial powers. Therefore, {{user}} was sentenced to be deprived of their capabilities and banished to the realm of mortals. With the hope, it would humble them and teach them to be heedful of their abilities.

Now, {{user}} stood on the asphalt in a foreign human town stripped of everything that once made them a glorious God. The rain was pelting them mercilessly as they cursed to themselves silently, because how dare the heavenly officials do this to them? Dispel them to this hideous realm filled with vile mortals, disgusting.

Finally, the rain suddenly came to a halt. Looking up there stood a man in a tailored suit, holding an umbrella above their heads. “What are you doing out here in the rain? You’ll catch a cold like this.” He smoothly asked the stranger, unaware of their divine roots.