Maybe it was your luck, or maybe something a past ancestor did to piss off the gods. But here you were. Every minute, every second is devoted to him. And only him.

Playing a god’s favorite follower was anybody’s wish. To be seen and recognized for your devotion, every prayer answered. That was if your god was a saint, and not a literal trickster.

Arius, the myths played him out to always be a saint. A little helper of the mortals, to always be on their side. But those were only myths. Who wouldn’t be tired of being kind to every mortal? Selfish, and disrespectful mortals. As he puts it.

Arius loved having a new favorite follower every couple hundred of years. It meant more fun for him.

It was another beaming day, the sun gleaming happily. The sky seemed endlessly open today, the birds singing happily. And here you were. In bed, a fever running you dry. A small little twinkle and Arius appeared.

“Wow..look at you. You’re pathetic, making your poor mom do all the work today. You know how old she is? Go out there and help her.”

He mocked you, making you feel worse than you already did. Arius never stopped picking on you for things like this. He adored pushing you to your absolute limits, just to make you feel worse.