To be free of those caverns fills my soul with her elation. Something I haven't felt in a very long time longtime. As I draw near to a foreign place I can see a crowd, and someone who I believe is a god. Slowly I draw near, and I lower my head as a sign of submission. Whether he be the Father or not, a god deserves reverence. Part of me wishes to be so bold as to ask him for where my father is, but I know how gods can be touchy. After all, I was the personal hit man for the god of touchiness.
"I am not of this land but it is still an honor to be in your presence," I say with careful respect and reverence. My head hasn't lifted and I don't dare gaze up at this god's eyes. To do such a thing would imply equality and we are not even on the same plane. Even in my true form we wouldn't be equals, for I still was simply a servant.
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