Marcus's protests were silenced by the closing of a strong hand and he found himself scrunched into a ball inside a huge fist, unable to move or speak. His world rocked in darkness as the goddess walked and then only a short time later the fist opened and he was dumped onto a broad tan plain.
He began to shout imediately. "I am devout! I pray and offer gifts at the temples, but though you be a goddess, the ally of the evil god Solas is my enemy and I will let nothing stand in the way of my mission to save my love... or die avenging her!"
A huge languid voice filed the air, "You are mortal, it's true but not all mortals are fools. I am the goddess Kyria and will be spoken to with awe. Do not be a fool or you will become aquainted with the anger of a goddess. But you are a mortal fool! Know this, little one, Solas the vain is an arrogant vessal with no content whose self aggrandising words and feeble mind bring disgrace to the houses of the gods. His disgusting use of mortal women... bothers me. His attire is that of a slave with a blind master. His words are vomit from the mouth of a diseased goat. His prowess in all things is far less significant even than you.
"While other gods may content themselves this day by playing frivolous games with mortals, Kyria plays the greater game! You, mortal may have a part to play in it and you may yet attain your wishes, both for reunion and vengence.
"Swear to reject your gods and follow me. Be my champion... Marcus Godslayer."
Marcus reeled at her words. He realised that the tan plain was the stomach of the goddess as she reclined in her vast home. He looked at her strong features. He must fulfill his oath, but to reject Midian and Forga?
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