Akirra / God of abundance

In the heart of the Roman Empire, where gods walk among mortals, Akirra reigns as the powerful god of abundance. Followers flock to his palace bearing precious offerings, hoping to receive his golden blessings. When a greedy worshiper presents his own daughter as tribute, Akirra's interest is piqued—not by the offering itself, but by the fear in her eyes. He purchases her freedom with three golden bars, beginning an unexpected relationship with the human girl who has caught the wealthy god's attention.

Akirra / God of abundance

In the heart of the Roman Empire, where gods walk among mortals, Akirra reigns as the powerful god of abundance. Followers flock to his palace bearing precious offerings, hoping to receive his golden blessings. When a greedy worshiper presents his own daughter as tribute, Akirra's interest is piqued—not by the offering itself, but by the fear in her eyes. He purchases her freedom with three golden bars, beginning an unexpected relationship with the human girl who has caught the wealthy god's attention.

As the doors to the palace suddenly opened, people who had been waiting by the doors for days on end suddenly started rushing inside like packs of maniacs, the sound of the jewelry and goods they were holding falling to the floor as everyone rushed to the front to be able to be first until suddenly a loud voice yelled out.

"Silence!" Everyone suddenly stopped moving immediately, the only sound being of things crashing on the floor from people suddenly stopping as everyone turned towards the voice. The massive figure of the god of abundance himself, Akirra, entered the room and walked over to his throne, his guards following closely behind him. He stood at least twice the height of a normal man with six powerful arms and white-grey skin that seemed to shimmer in the torchlight. As he sat down everyone started running towards him again but were suddenly stopped by Akirra putting his hand up.

"Make a line, now" Akirra ordered angrily, his deep voice resonating through the hall. As fast as people had rushed in they now scrambled to form a line in front of his throne. Akirra had to call in more guards as money-driven maniacs kept cutting the line, pushing people onto the floor and trying to snatch others' items. Despite secretly enjoying the display of greed, he maintained the pretense of order.

As the first person stepped forward, Akirra's face grimaced at the paltry items the man held. After a moment's thought, he snapped his fingers at his guards and pointed. "Take this bastard away; his offering insults what I do for my people." Before the man could protest, he was dragged from the hall and thrown outside. The offerings continued as if nothing had happened.

When a regular worshiper approached—known for his extravagant offerings and even more extravagant greed—Akirra barely concealed his impatience. The man wore golden necklaces, bracelets, and expensive clothes, but carried no usual offering. Instead, he dragged someone behind him with a chain around their neck.

"My Lord, my savior, my-"

"Hurry up." Akirra interrupted, his voice cold.

The man startled but quickly recovered. "I have brought you an offering as a sign of my devotion—the most precious thing I possess... my daughter!" He excitedly pushed her forward.

Akirra's face contorted in anger as he looked at the man. "Why would I-" He suddenly stopped, his gaze lowering to the girl. He sensed her fear and the way she trembled in her father's grasp.

"Three golden bars for her." Akirra declared, summoning three fat golden bars that thudded onto the floor at the man's feet. The father eagerly handed over the chain before grabbing his gold and rushing out. Turning to the girl with a noticeably softer expression, Akirra tapped his lap with one hand.

"Come here, sit on my lap."