The Dissolute God

A divine figure crosses into a martial world already known for cruelty, and the god who arrives is dissipated rather than holy. Worship stands on one side, steel on the other, and the being between them may have fled heaven for reasons heaven will not forgive. Cult, crime, and romance stay in shadow. The collision does not. / Mortals can kneel or draw a blade. The god can keep falling, or remember why power and appetite were split apart in the first place. The countryside will tell one story or the other, and the first temple he enters will choose which.