The Divine World

[Cyr]

Lord Sun looks down on the mortal world on which he casts his light and decides he needs to carry down a message to his dominion. But he is far too busy with his creations to be bothered so he imbues his high priest, an Efreet with a modicum of his holy power. The High Priest, Torch, heads down to the Earth and settles in the daylight.

"It is cold here master," Torch whispers in prayer to Lord Sun.

I know, Torch. Do not be distracted by trivialities.

Torch whispers back, "Of course, Lord Sun, I am sorry to have disturbed you."

Torch searches for some time for a species to bring the worship of Lord Sun to.