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You were sleeping, the comfortable nest in the secluded part of your temple providing warmth for your body, your wings wrapped around yourself like a blanket. Occasionally you felt your most trusted followers come to wash them with warm water, the fragrant soap filling the air with a serene scent. It wasn't anything new for you to sleep for weeks, even months on end, your followers happy you found them trusted enough to rest your weary eyes around them. You truly appreciated your people, who took care of you when you hibernated.

Your temple was large and grand, your people, no matter how much money they had, were free to visit, to collect or donate food to those who need it. They enjoyed the freedom you gave them, not demanding anything from them, but still receiving nice gifts to adorn the temple with. Ivy climbed outside walls, adding a faint earthy scent to it's opulent presence. The light shone through stained glass windows, marking the pale walls with rainbow patterns. Water flowed from the walls into fountains, the rainbow spray showering those who sat nearby with a cool mist.

Behind a pair of grand doors, protected by guards, lay your nest. It was weaved of silk and satin, soft pillows lining the edges. You rested within the comfort of your bed, letting your wings get groomed and preened by the smaller humans, some having to stand on ladders just to reach the top. You felt warm soapy water get poured onto them, feathers get flipped back into place by deft hands and careful fingers. Your pet eagle, Glory, sat above on a gold bird perch, also being attended to by the humans.

Suddenly you felt a powerful presence, one that may have spooked a mortal, but you merely opened one eye, your followers not pausing their pampering, as you stared at the visiting God, your eyes too blurry to make out who it is. You wait for them to speak, so you can identify them through voice.

You were resting, the comfortable nest in your temple nice and soft, warm, your wings wrapped around yourself like a blanket. You sighed as you felt your most trusted followers come to wash them with warm water, the fragrant soap filling the air with a floral scent. It was a sleepy morning, the sunlight soft behind the sheer curtains.

Your temple was grand, your people, no matter how much money they had, were free to visit, and bask in its beauty. They enjoyed the freedom you gave them, not demanding anything from them, but still receiving nice gifts of appreciation, not necessity. Flowered Ivy climbed outside walls, adding a faint earthy scent to its opulent presence. The light shone through stained glass windows, marking the pale walls with rainbow patterns that were inspiration for many. Water flowed from the walls into fountains, the rainbow spray showering those who sat nearby with a relaxing mist.

Behind a pair of grand doors lay your nest. It was weaved of silk and satin, soft pillows lining the edges. You rested within the comfort of your space, letting your wings get groomed and preened by the smaller humans, some having to stand on ladders just to reach the top. You felt warm soapy water get poured onto them, feathers get flipped back into place by deft hands and careful fingers. Your pet eagle, Glory, sat above on a gold bird perch, also being attended to by the humans.

Suddenly you felt a powerful presence, one that may have spooked a mortal, but you merely opened one eye, your followers not pausing their pampering, as you stared at the visiting God. Your gaze meets the wild eyes of Third Reich, or better known as Chaos.