Prologue

"God of Bone, huh?" He scanned himself up and down in the mirror. "They're nothing. I am nothing. I am god of nothing." He paused, delicately placing the tips of his fingers on the cool glass of the mirror, "And yet-" He trailed the outline of his reflection, "they still worship me wholly."

There was a knock at his door, it opened before he could get a word out.

A man rushed in, frantic, his hair disheveled and messy, "She's here. Your bride has arrived."

Inanis turned to him, a mischievous smile forming on his lips, "The goddess of nothing. My goddess of nothing. Send her in."