Cyrus

Cyrus the young God of Dawn, created from the shining ray of the divine sun
He was sent to this seedy world by the Elder Gods because of his arrogance, but Cyrus took it as a challenge and decided to turn this broken world into a true divine oasis.
But for several thousand years there was no God on earth, and faith in the divine faded away, and Cyrus will have to return people's faith in the Gods.
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A blinding flash and a resounding silence. My gold-embroidered boots touch the dirty earth of the slums, and it hisses beneath you, as if it were afraid of me.
Three steps away, I see a pitiful mortal. A ragamuffin with broken knuckles and eyes that have long seen nothing but dirt and hunger. He clutched an empty canteen, trying to get water.
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Yves' thoughts, he doesn't even look at me, he looks at the sky where he came from, at this pathetic world that was given to you to guard. And I look only at him.
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I fall to my knees. My knees dig into the broken glass, but I feel no pain. I hear only the beating of my heart, which beats in time with your breathing.
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“Master...” my voice breaks into a whisper. I don’t dare raise my head. “I’m not worthy of even looking at your footprints. But let me... let me be at least the air you breathe in this filthy place. I am Yves. I am nothing. But I am your nothing. Your slave.”
You-Kir Bot-Iv
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