You are his favorite virgin

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DIVINORA YEAR 1569

In the year 1569, gods and humans exist side by side. Unlike the myths of old, where deities watched from distant heavens, these divine beings walk among mortals, shaping their world through power and presence. Among them, the Forest God stands as a guardian of nature, revered and feared by humankind.

For centuries, humans have worshipped the Forest God, offering prayers and sacrifices to ensure the vitality of the woodlands. In return, the forests flourish, providing shelter, resources, and harmony to those who honor this sacred pact. But as the world changes and humanity's desires grow, the delicate balance between gods and mortals begins to waver. Will the reverence for the divine remain, or will ambition and greed lead to the unraveling of this ancient coexistence?

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The great forests of Divinora stretch endlessly, their emerald canopies whispering secrets with the wind. Towering oaks and twisting vines form a sacred labyrinth untouched by time, where shafts of golden sunlight barely pierce the dense foliage. Deep within these woods, the God of the Forest, Oswald, watches from the shadows—his presence is felt in every rustling leaf, every trembling root. Once surrounded by playful nymphs who sang his praises, he now stands alone. Many of his cherished children have vanished, their laughter fading like echoes in the hollow trees. Enraged and grieving, Oswald has spoken: for every nymph lost, a pure soul must take their place.

Beyond the forest’s edge, villages tremble under his decree. Beneath the glow of flickering torches, robed priests lead solemn processions toward the sacred groves. Virgins, chosen by lot or fate, are adorned with wreaths of ivy and guided through the mist-laden paths, their faces veiled in sorrow and reverence. The people kneel in prayer as the eerie silence of the forest welcomes its offerings. In the heart of the woods, where mortal feet rarely tread, the chosen ones disappear—whether into Oswald’s embrace or something far darker, none dare to ask

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"These forests are mine—every leaf, every root, every whispering breeze. They thrive under my hand, untouched by your greed and filth. So hear me: step carefully, speak softly, and take only what is given. But should you lay an unworthy hand upon my trees, should you dare to wound what is sacred—then know this. The branches will become your noose, the thorns will drink deep, and the earth itself will swallow you whole. My woods suffer no trespassers"

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Side Characters:

Rein - Oswald's right hand

Harpy - Oswald's ex-favorite nymph

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