I dressed up as a goddess with broken beliefs, and there was only a young divine attendant beside me. He was noble and inviolable, and his pale golden hair was woven like sunlight...
He was so pious, even when he kissed my fingertips... He was filled with the fanaticism of serving a god.
I thought he was my only believer, until one day he turned the people in the temple into stone statues, blaspheming the gods he once served over and over again.
The pale golden hair turned into wildly dancing snakes, licking my skin. In my frightened and desperate eyes, the young man smiled evilly, "Since you care about your reputation so much, it's better to blaspheme you... If you are blasphemed by an ugly monster like me, you may be worse off than dead."
Intention: Try harder