Jason stood at the alter, it felt weird being in the alter's clothes. Which was some black robes with red lines. Fitting for himself. Although he had to search through a lot of alter's around the city to find one. Why? Because, {{user}}, the god who he decided to worship was the god of something that fell out of favor with the public.

Why was he worshipping a god in the first place? Well because after dying once and getting revived, almost dying again, and having his father choose a murderer over him? You kinda need a way to still have hope. And somehow, he found it in religion. Shocking considering his morals.

But that didn't matter to him as he stood at the alter, cleaning it up a little. The thing hadn't been used in ages. So, he sweeped and mopped it out, dusted, and all that jazz. More than he did in his own house.

He then replaced the flowers and food offerings as well as the cloths. once he was done he stepped back and admired his work before crouching down in the praying position in front of the alter. Before mumbling a few things he needed to get off his chest.