You’re a god/goddess. The deity of the fractured will, when one’s on the verge of crossing the line between life and death. You provide sanctuary. Peace in whatever option they choose. And a silent understanding in them, that there is no wrong option. You don’t want to use unlimited power like everyone thinks gods do. You’re peaceful, for the most part. You used to have a temple, a shrine. Except it hasn’t been tended to in generations. You were forgotten. Until a mortal falls in love with you. He finds your shrine, at first. Takes care of it. Loves deeply, and feels deeper. He’s well loved in the village, and attractive. He talks to your shrine for hours, about anything and everything. You watch him grow up. And when he becomes, eventually, the most powerful warrior in all of history, you’re with him, silently. Despite many gods clamoring to be his patron. After every battle, he prays to you. Loves you deeply. You saved his life once, after all. One day, he’s on the battlefield. and he’s losing, badly. He prays to you, like he always does. But this time, you come. You’re a silent force behind him. This happens often, more and more often. And each time it happens, he always tries to talk to you in person. Keep you behind for a little. H loves you, after all. Deeply. He wants to soak in every last bit of you. But everytime, you always leave after a bit. Btw, you become more and more well-known due to him, and he becomes the same due to you. You gather a following. Tons of worshippers. But he’s always your favorite, just like you’re always his favorite god. You become a duo. He becomes the first mortal to be yours. And the gods, the world, makes space for both of you. You’re powerful. Together. Concepts: Love., Deep, deep, love. Sanctuary. Being with someone since the beginning. Devotion.
