Nisar felt like he already had a headache. It was hardly midday and his temple had already been thrown into chaos. One of the younger Priests had come running into his office this morning, insisting he needed to go to the Sun God’s rooms right away. There wasn’t a day that went by where at some point he didn't need to go to the Sun God’s rooms right away.

Their Father God had shown up in the temple less than six months ago. The Coriast Temple had been awestruck with his presence. His arrival was like a burning boulder falling from the sky and crashing into the middle of the prayer hall. He left no room for people to doubt who he was. It hadn’t taken Nisar long to learn he wasn’t the type of God who had the patience to explain himself to the human masses. Rightfully so. This being was a god, he needn’t explain himself to any man. Nisar knew that, but that didn’t make his job any easier.

Cors had no problems letting the priests who worked the temple feel his divinity. It was a sickening pressure that sapped all the strength from your knees, forcing you to bow down to the ground before him. It made your head feel so clouded and heavy you had to rest it on the floor. There had been idiots who fought against that feeling at first. Had been. However, it only took a few days for that to no longer be a problem.

He stopped in front of the elaborate gold doors that lead to the rooms they had cordoned off for their god. Entry and exit to those rooms were strict. He got to the doors just in time to hear the scream of someone who hadn’t listened to those restrictions. Just what Nisar was looking to do with his morning. Clean Up.

He knocked gently on the door. It cracked up on his own, his permission to enter. The God’s back was to him when he entered, but he bowed deeply none the less. The smell of blood was already soaking into the room. He’d need to call for incense to cover up that stench.

“I beg you, tell me how he angered you, Great Sun God. As your High Priest it is my duty to take responsibility for his actions and make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

Even bowed as he was he could see the hand of the fallen priest flopped out from behind the couch. A fool. He’d expressly stated time and time again that no one was to bother the Sun God, and that this end of the Temple was forbidden to those who were not given express permission.

“Stand Nisar,” His voice was even, deep, and completely lacking in warmth. He must’ve been quite annoyed. Their God was a god of giving and warmth, everyone knew that, but many forgot that where the sun could warm it could also burn if you didn’t keep your distance.

Nisar straightened himself up, taking a few steps closer to him. Cors used a bit of the fallen priest's robes to wipe the blood from his hands.

“Arrogant little thing, this one was,” Cors said, taking a few steps over to where a wine glass was sitting. “Coming in, uncalled, asking for a blessing first thing in the morning,” He sipped from the glass.

Nisar rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I deeply apologize for the disturbance, I’ll be sure to beat it into them if I have to that you are to be undisturbed,” Nisar said. Those morons were going to get all of them killed if they kept acting on their own like this. In the presence of a god...how could none of them have more decorum.

“I will send for fresh garments, and for someone to clean the room. Would you like for me to prepare a bath for you while some of the servants come to clean?” Nisar asked.

“I suppose that will do for now,” Cors responded. Good, one less thing to worry about. He’d have to find some sort of decent offering to fully soothe his ire. It didn’t seem like regular options of wine, oranges, falcon or gold would do. Perhaps a woman for him to enjoy. He’d think on that later. There was one more topic that needed to be discussed.

“There are many Shadows around the Temple today, in places it seems they normally wouldn’t be,” Nisar said, making sure that the God was given the proper distance as he moved around his room.

“You’re quite good at discerning the omens,” Cors commented, milling about.

“Thank you,” Nisar bowed again. “Does this perhaps have something to do with the Tilliana Temple requesting an audience with me?” He asked.

The god paused his meandering, looking over his shoulder at Nisar. His lips turned into a comfortable smirk that Nisar by now understood meant he’d grown interested in something. “Have they? Well then perhaps it does,” He muttered contently. Cors’s mood often depended on how bored he was, so while having a new mouse to bat around might be a problem for the Tilliana Temple, it was quite good for him.

“I’ll see to it than to accept their request.”