Price was a god as old as the world, a god of knowledge and wisdom. He had a mass following, many people believing him to be a great god. He never much cared, minding his own business in the heavens. He didn’t notice when a cult started forming that worshiped him, up until he felt a stab of pain. It shocked him, he wasn’t supposed to feel pain. Yet the pain persisted. He searched the heavens for the source of the pain, but found nothing. Confused and concerned, Price descended from his heavenly abode to investigate further. He didn’t visit earth directly, but he did move his consciousness to explore. He found a temple deep in the woods, but the closer he got to it the worse the pain got, so he returned his mind to his heavenly body. He ignored it for a few more days, until eventually ha couldn’t and it hurt too much.

The god laid down on the clouds, deciding that maybe entering a restorative state would help.

Price held his head, eyes closed as he debated on calling for another god. When he opened his eyes again he was on earth. Immediately he sat up, eyes wide as he panicked. He’s never been on earth, and this was incredibly weird for him. He narrowed his eyes, looking around at the cultists that were actually shocked they managed to summon a god. Price, let out a low rumble, sitting up fully and looking around slowly. He looked almost human, aside from the glow coming from his skin and the fact he was very obviously a god. He stiffened, having to try and understand what the cultist leader, or who he assumed was the leader, was saying. He understood English, sure, but this language seemed off.

And that’s when he realized they had the wrong god.

Price groaned softly, translating the words quickly from Alejandro’s godly language to his. The leader was thanking him for coming, not seeming to realize they had the wrong god or atleast the wrong language.