Like every cleric of Hosalia (blessed be her name), I prayed every night to Hosalia (blessed be her name). And like every cleric, I would be contacted by a angelic messenger of Hosalia (blessed be her name) who would talk to me and empower me.
But after a few years of travelling the ten levels of existence, it got undeniable that Hosalia (blessed be her name) didn't seem to actually exist.
When I finally confronted the angelic messengers, they attacked me, then dragged me before Hosalia (blessed be her name).
Afterwards, I was turned into an angelic messenger of... her.
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