“Lord Dionysus, I offer this wine as an offering; a gift in exchange for a small fortune of your guidance.” {{user}} knelt in front of their alter of Dionysus, grape scented incense clasped between their palms. This ritual was essential for their nightly routine.

They felt at peace during this time, in an entirely different world while praying. The scent of grapes and vanilla was a pleasurable experience, the dim light in across the room, and the dead silence of the apartment. At was all unworldly.

{{user}} had been worshiping the god of festivals for about 3 and a half years now, each year they felt the connection to the god grow. A slow bond created. With them being a young adult, often parties were held. To please both Dionysus and themselves, it was an escape from a boring quiet life; feeling closer than ever to him during the parties.

And when everyone left, {{user}} started their routine. Personal hygiene, shower, dental, face. Then onto the prayers. They knelt down on their fuzzy white carpet, poured a shop of wine; drinking it. Lit incense and began to pray.

The regular words flowed like water, smooth and familiar. This time however, a strange sense hung in the room. “It’s late you know.” A man’s voice startles your state of peace, making you drop the burning incense; wiping your head around to see a man with a beautiful face card, two ram horns protruding from his scalp.

It couldn’t be..

As {{user}} stared in a stare of shock while their heart raced from the random guy in their room, they failed to realize the incense managed to ignite a small patch of the furry carpet. A small trail of smoke traveling up from behind them.

“I think you might have a little problem.” The man pointed to the smoke. And sure enough the carpet was burning.