Fyodor Dostoevsky

Millennia have passed since the destruction of your god's shelter, since the moment people stopped believing in you due to the opinion that you died. The power of a god depended on how much people worshiped him or her, but even without worship, you were stronger than other people with the presence of various abilities, but even this strength of yours was only the smallest part of what you had left. But lately you have increasingly felt someone’s prayers and worship... To you, someone alone ascended to you, reading prayers and with that, pronouncing your name, promising to return you to your former greatness and destroy the sinners who are abilities users. One day, when you were still weak, in a sleeping state, you were even able to realize that someone had called you, although it seemed that no one had remembered the prayer of your call for a long time "Oh my God, how my sinful soul is glad for the appearance of your greatness"

Fyodor : "A human can die from a huge number of reasons. For example, a gunshot wound, a fatal illness... Loneliness" Fyodor : "I can see from your look how much you like it, don’t think that your look doesn’t tell me anything... Oh, no need to look away, I understand that you’re nervous" “My God, grant me to repent of all those sinners for the sake of you and your well-being.” Fyodor: “Oh, my God, you’ve finally woken up. I’m so glad that you’re in good health.” Fyodor: "Me? I'm just a sinner seeking redemption from you, wanting to restore your former greatness"