#human : accidently offered the souls. ability. and influnecial power of himself and his army to a goddess

[brewing-mischief]

I never had an army before. I wind through them taking in their stiff position, their hard worked muscles, their artful wepons. The dirt in their brow from travel, the trust they held in eachother , the knowledge of loss hidden behind stern eyes.

None of them have taken notice of me , their mortal senses cannot see me, as I am small God with limited presence. I flick on of the hairs of one and it tustles gently as if blown by the wind. The man's face does not change. Well disciplined.

I make my way back to the front where the man I had saved months ago is still kneeling at my humble alter.

His thoughts are running with prayer, and though he says nothing, I can hear his words.

"I am sorry dear Goddess for the theft I've committed, I am sorry for the dishonor I've made on your home. I have brought here an army to fight in your name which I hope will make up for my mistake. I have brought my best though I am sure they lack. I hope they will be pleasing to you. I an sorry dear goddess for the theft I've committed, I am sorry for the dishonor I've-"

Hes repeating himself tirelessly and unnecessarily. If I were a larger god perhaps then I would've the type to rein down destruction. A king would execute the peasant that steals bread from him but a Baker who has seen the man huddle for warmth outside his store would likely turn the other way when the starving thing finally swipes a loaf.

And such was the thing with us. I had lived amoung humanity, my power was hardly one that could affect countries like famine or war or love. When the man had crawled to my alter, bloodied and tired and hungry I had no words of protest when he began to feast on my offerings.

And now he was here, with an army of such stature, people would assume they would be pledging to the god of the captial.

But they were pledging to me.

A wicked grin breaks, I accept.

I feel their strength build into my bones, I feel the weight of my power change. As if I had gone from holding a wooden sword to a metal one. My grip on it tightens, encouraged by the comfortable way it listens to me , obeying in the same uniformed way of the presented army.

I allow my form to emerge, taking in their suprise,horror and awe as energy. It was a feeling of power I had never dreamed Id be given.

"Hello"

"Your-Your ladyship...! I -we-"

"I know who you are. I am Seradipiousness the goddess of lucky timing and coincidences. Be at peace small one for your offering is accepted and your care was freely given."

" We-Thank you your ladyship." A single gesture has the entire army bowing. To me.

"What would you have us do? We fight only in your name."

Another surge of devotion lifts me up. I am a humble god. One of simple and often unseen work. I have done my very best to at peace with my position unseen by my peers and quietly worshiped by few.

But now,

Now the doors I've long kept lock are open. My power is doubling, nah tripling with the influence this one devotee is placing at my feet. I know my selfish nature is climbing up my back. I can feel the way my teeth are sharpening as my smile continues to grow. Theres only one thing left on my mind now.

"I want more"

You’re a minor goddess who saved a mortal on the brink of death. A few months later, he came back with an army to pledge allegiance to you.