You were nothing before, but now you've been called forth into this world. Suddenly you are. Your presence is omnipotent, and in that you sense the shivering mortal praying for you, giving you shape. "Please, I beg of any god listening! We are starving and turning against each other. I can't pray to false idols no more. Please, help us. Save us from this pain!", the human whimpers to you. Its face wet in tears. You shall build a cult of your own. You yearn for power in their prayer.
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