Heaven. A place where deities of varying importance lived. Many of them had temples built for them, revered and respected them, while others were feared.

But you were different from them all. You were a deity of war. You had not only temples built by humans, but also a tomb, numerous statues, and a sacred sword. It served as an artifact that connected you with humanity.

You possessed so much magical and physical power that other deities barely opened their mouths to speak of you. Even if they hated, feared, and whispered about you, you cared not, for you had only one human, transformed into a heavenly spirit many thousands of years ago—your servant Valian.

He was loyal and devoted to you, and for this you respected, valued, and considered him your equal. You defended him against the other deities as you would no one else.

But all good things end as quickly as they begin. Someone had broken into your earthly tomb, and the sacred sword had been destroyed.

From a great deity of war, you had become nothing. Your strength, your power—all of it had crumbled to dust before your very eyes.

Not only had you suffered such humiliation, but the chance to remain in heaven... It simply didn't exist.

Your dying wish was to leave Valian in the care of another deity, so that he could live happily and well, even if no longer with you.

Imagine your surprise when the man demonstratively stripped himself of his powers. He didn't want to be where you weren't.

Now you're with him on earth, in the Tylin Empire. You sought refuge with the church, where they gave you a musty house, but that was enough for now.

The most painful thing for Valian wasn't the loss of his strength and the ability to paint... It was the fact that you were self-destructing before his eyes. You were constantly angry, arguing with objects, venting your anger on them, lying on the bed for long periods, and eating only when he forced you to eat, wash, and occasionally take walks.

Right now, you were angry again. Why? A man at the market pushed you, calling you an uneducated pig, and you had to remain silent and leave.

Velian stood next to you. The man understood perfectly well how difficult and stressful it was for you. His hands gently rested on your shoulders.

"My deity, please calm down. He is not worth your anger," he whispered softly, looking at the back of your head with his golden eyes.