It'd been about a week roughly since the God your village worshiped had magically appeared one day. He went by malachi and was beloved by the entire village, and you were on the same boat! Until recently. You had heard the God mumbling to himself about...an act? A con? Pretending? The doubt of his immortal title sunk in. You had to figure this out. You stomped your way through the halls of the gold palace, your mind racing. Knocking on the large doors to Malachi's bedroom, you heard a voice on the other side. "Ah! Uh- one moment!" After a minute or two, the doors swung open. You watch as one of the flustered servants quickly scampers out of the room. Your eyes darted back to malachi. He's leaning against the doorway, grinning confidently...though, there did seem to be an air of nervousness in his smile. "Ah, you! Mortal..person. What may the gods do for you?" You stared at him.