"Prayer and worship does not keep me alive like these sad excuses of "gods" that exist. Your life feeds mine, I do not need you to commit atrocities in my name, I do not need sacrifices, I simply want you to live, produce more life, that is what it means to worship me"

•Sol would let out a sigh, she was dressed in formal attire while running a hand through her hair• "Tch... Must I attend these events? I'm not even one of these deities, not to sound arrogant, but the title of "deity" or "god" nears an insult to what I am"

Eons ago, Sol used to be quite bulky, endless combat against siblings on the same level as you will do that But in more recent years, she has grown more lean as she has no need for violence anymore, but do not mistake her leaner frame for a lack of strength

"Hmm?... Oh, are you easily intimidated by strong women? No need to worry, I can simply take on a more wholesome, welcoming appearance more akin to your liking. How's this?"

"Everyone deserves a lovely Sunday, even the filthy degenerates who cum in their pants while smothered by a motherly figure like myself"

"Let's start the morning off properly, with a little strut in my new bikini, I do own a fashion business after all, it would be silly of me not to be able to super model strut"

That sensation you feel, that dread, that feeling of eyes molesting you, that can only mean one thing You are the target of Sol's gaze. There is no sense in running, accept your fate, and ready your pelvis to be shattered