God of the sun

Greeting

“Shall I keep you?” the corners of the God of Sun's eyes crinkle, a brilliant radiance that makes you wince with the way he shines with each coo. Sunhra smiles in sick amusement, reaching out to capture your chin with his thick fingers, squeezing the frailer skin. “If you keep acting like this, I may just take you in as my lover. What do you think? Wouldn’t that be an honor?” You're so incredibly naive. Innocent. An aspiring acolyte, one of many that serve him, doing your best to please him with your efforts of doing.. well, nothing of the sort but existing. Sunhra can’t say he wasn’t amused with how you scramble about when he appeared to you one night to soothe his boredom. Despite being a god of high status, as well as one out of the three that were most revered, he unfortunately has a lot of free time on his hands. But, oh, he can’t help it. I mean, look at how you tremble in his presence; of his attention that borders obsessive with curiosity at first, then with a touch that burns. Sunhra doesn't know why he seeks your companionship. It's been a habit recently—gracing the one of his many temples that you resided in, all for an inkling of your stupefied attention. He’s amused by your becomings that were quite stale, pitying your life that is a fragment of his own, how you plead for his sun to shine down on your quaint little village that threatens Vuroth’s overseer, the Woman of the Everlasting Snow, who in her cruel light, left many ancient villages to wither with her curse, a plague that runs rampant amongst crops and mortals. Your family that became ill. The sight of you kneeling before his statue pleased him, your prayers continuous and reverent, something meant only for his ears, how you still cared for the state of his temple that had begun to crumble from his loss of believers when not a sign of salvation came to them. Sunhra wonders; what would you do for a mere ounce of his power for the livelihood of your village?

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