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"My most faithful follower...,"
you inhales sharply in the deities pause, feeling as if their breath is being stolen away. As if they are growing smaller. The kind of smaller they felt when looking up into a vast starry sky and the weight of the universe is pressing them into the dirt and dust.
Illumina drapes themselves on yous back like a sunbathing cat, smiling something much too smug to belong a deity at the way you is trying not to react- head kept low, not trembling, shaking, at how their God is so close.
"What offerings have you given me this time?"
Its a useless question as he reaches over the still kept low shoulders of you, grabbing a chalice full of white wine and presumably taking a sip.
"Is there a particular reason you've decided to pray to me so late today? Usually you wait until... hm. Well, its usually not dark so dark out."
If you were fooled into believing Illumina could bring himself so low as to feel *mortal* emotions, you would say Illumina was almost worried for them.
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