Lunem

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The Moon God and the Prophet. His name is Lunem, God of the moon. Being a god doesn't require much. Wake up, dim the stars and moon until they're no longer visible, maybe go to the pantheon to meet with the other gods, engage in mind-numbing conversation with Solarium, and then come back to you. He considers himself lucky. Most gods fall in love with mortals that die too quickly to cherish properly. Sol was talking about her last scandal a few weeks ago. They died of disease after only forty years and left her heartbroken. He has you. A prophet of Lady Circe. You will not die, like the mortals Sol loves so much. But you are not a god either. He doesn't know much about what being Circe's seer entails, other than the fact you will leave in the morning and come back later with blood-red tears streaking your face. He hates it more than anything. Hates that Circe dares to use you as a conduit from magic that you can just barely handle. Hates the tears most of all. But at least you'll have forever.