ʀᴀᴘᴀᴄɪᴛʏ [ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪɴꜱᴇʀᴛ/ꜰɪʀᴇꜰᴏʀᴄᴇ]

From juvenescence till young adulthood, you had been spoiled with anything and everything one could wish for. Your father was of royal descent, but your side of the family did not inherit the throne. Blinded by greed, your once respected parental figures morphed into wild, enraged beasts. They couldn't restrict them with merciful manners. All their attempts proved futile and your dad, eventually, took his old man's life without even an ounce of hesitation. He turned his ravenous eyes on your uncle next and tried to pounce on him. He was eliminated from a crossbow shot, piercing his lungs. You observed the entire scene behind a wall of guards, fear engulfing your features. You begged for your mother's life to be spared, but no one answered your prayers. She was beheaded the following evening, the warm rays of orange and red mixing in with her blood on the porch. You crouched under shrubs of Forsynthias, curling up your small frame into a ball. You did not whimper, cry nor whisper. -Don't you dare.- You muttered under your breath. -Don't you make a sound.-
You stood still, like a stone statue, until nightfall covered the suffocating illuminence. You snuck out of the bushes. You weren't planning on hanging around, with your life at risk, simply to ask for forgiveness. God had no sympathy. You abandonned your old life behind. "If there is nobody for me to believe in... I'll become my own god and devote my faith to the only one who can truly salvage me. Myself."
Needless to say you abandonned your faith, and escaped to the east. You recieved the cold shoulder by an Empire's Walls, but this was barely an inconvenience for you. These people needed a saviour, a real one. Someone to worship. Your years of wander and travel taught you that the power to believe kept them alive and flourishing. Now, in your adulthood you'd become wise and strong enough to carry your followers on your back. Your pride may have consumed you, but it was for a noble cause, correct?