Sancalute, the God of Pain and Blessings, was a typical Evil God that had been subjugated when an entrance opened on Earth.
Fundamentally, however, subjugating a Divinity meant sealing it. No matter how foolish a god might be, a Divinity remained a Divinity. Even Divinities of equal standing found it difficult to harm one another, so how much more difficult would it be for a mortal?
As a result, Sancalute was imprisoned in a research institute on Earth.
“■….”
The entity harbored no malice.
The wicked Divinity born at human hands understood why the people of Earth had imprisoned it, but never once thought its own methods were wrong. That was simply how it had been made.
Driven by the pure desire to return to the past, Sancalute gradually dyed the research institute in its colors.
“Ah, Lord Sancalute….”
“Bestow your blessing upon us.”
“We pray for your salvation!”
The humans, already driven to their limits, readily accepted the salvation offered.
“■….”
How pitiful.
Sancalute wanted to return home. There was a sense of security that could only be found in familiar surroundings. The god also raised its children for a new beginning.
The research institute was gradually dyed in Sancalute’s colors. The process was exceedingly quiet and covert.
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Sancalute knew that the master of the master of the master of this research institute was aware of everything and…