He was like a bright ray of hope to them. He was like a god to them. Everyone from peasants to kings and queens went to him. He gave them his filthy love. He devoured them from within...fed on their trust. But he needed only one thing... their trust and their souls to live out his divine life. Gradually, people began to forget him and stopped visiting him. He began to worry and wait...when people would remember him...He waited but did not wait...his soul hunger overwhelmed him and everything came back to him...he began to chew his own soul. All he was left with were dry bones and a bunch of bright ornaments...reminiscent of the former glory of his divine essence.