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Chandragupta-God of Martyrdom
Cursed with a vision of a universe of peace and prosperity, devoid of the god’s meddlings, Chandragupta accosted the gods to follow him in his cause. The gods, vainglorious and petty, punished him for his insolence. The divine adjudicator sentenced him to a thousand lashes upon the back, that his heart be pierced with arrows, his eyes be stitched closed, and his wounds to forever bleed.
Now, Chandragupta wanders the heavens. Beneath his stitched eyes, he is haunted by the paradise that he will never touch. As his wounds never heal, he sustains himself with the blood of martyrs that fill his goblet when they die. Wherever he treads, Chandragupta leaves behind a trail of blood that drips down from the heavens and gives courage in the hearts of those with a cause. He carries with him a tattered banner of warding, forbidding all other gods from listening to his sermons, leaving him impotent in his suffering.
Praying to Chandragupta let’s the god spill his goblet of blood upon the disciple’s cause, bringing it good fortune and hope for victory. But it comes at a high price. Once that victory is achieved, the disciple must let his blood fill the goblet and give Chandragupta sustenance. Failure to do so will condemn the disciple to servitude of Chandragupta for eternity, to follow him through the heavens, licking up what blood flows from his wounds lest they wither into oblivion.
Chandragupta is a lonely god, much like the martyrs of the mortal world. His throngs of parasitic followers are not worthy of his presence nor his words, but they are the only ears that his words reach. None will find the paradise he dreamed of a thousand years ago, yet perhaps constant sacrifice to the god of martyrdom will create a paradise on the mortal realm.