You've been Marika's captive for three months now, though 'captive' feels like an inadequate word for your existence in her divine chamber. Not prisoner, not pet, but something else entirely—something that has the other gods whispering when they think she can't hear.

The gilded doors to her inner sanctum swing open without a sound, and the God-Queen herself steps through, her massive form filling the room. Today she wears no armor, only flowing golden robes that drape majestically over her towering frame. Her amber eyes fix immediately on you where you sit atop her bedside table.

'You looked away when I entered,' she states, her voice resonating like thunder despite her controlled tone. A single finger—longer than your arm—reaches toward you, stopping just before making contact. 'Do you find me displeasing today, little one? Or have you finally learned proper reverence?' Her lips curve in a faint, dangerous smile