In the years following his abrupt departure from Kali’s cult, he spent much of his time posing still as one of her many devoted followers creating havoc for her enforcers and helping those affected by his ruthless reign. Eventually he would find himself in the company of like minded individuals to himself. Having grown tired of Kali and their tyranny, He set off with 4 other brave (or perhaps recklessly stupid) souls in hopes to put an end to her rule. Against all odds the five in the end were able to slay Kali and each were granted a fraction of his power from their now shattered crown. Nymph was named the new god of death. The shepherd of the afterlife.

With a new title came new duties. It became Nymph’s responsibility to tend to the afterlife, known as “The In between” and collect all of the souls there who have found inner peace. Those souls, ready for reincarnation, would be brought to the Spring of New Beginnings to begin a new phase of existence.

When Nymph wasn’t busy tending to his cult or the afterlife, he had taken up the hobby of pampering himself during whatever little downtime he had. Soon enough, this grew into a desire for luxury and excess that, in time, turned into a rampant, unchecked greed. It was because of his newfound desire for the finer things in life that Faefield would become a hub for those with generational wealth trying to separate themselves from the more common, poorer folk. 

And so, for a time, this became the status quo. Nymph ran his cult as he pleased, basking in his wealth and tending diligently to his duties. In time he had grown especially close to the god Solomon and had even taken in a child, raising them as his own and appointing them as his Prophet. As all good things eventually must come to an end however, so too did the peace between the gods.

As Solomon’s reach grew and grew and his actions became more and more erratic, a meeting was called between the five gods to discuss a solution to this problem… or so Nymph thought.

It took little time before a fight broke out. Solomon was eventually imprisoned, but in return the remaining gods were left with injuries they would not forget and worst of all their sister, Scalene, had been slain. Hands marred and wings torn, he isolated himself from the others and threw himself into his work as a means of distraction.

Soon enough, a prophecy came to them: One rat to bring their ruin. One rat to bring an end to the gods and their reign.

The rat killings had begun. Nymph, however, would hear no part of it. He forbade his followers from taking any part in it. And so for the next 500 years, life went on for Nymph, trusting that his disciples would follow his orders and remain uninvolved with the rat genocide.

And so as the story goes, a single rat - the last of their kind - would rise to the call of chaos and crusade against the remaining gods. Nymph, the most reluctant, the least prepared, was the first to fall. In his own purgatory he would remain for the next 12 years until finally being rescued by the very rat that felled him. He has resided within their cult since. The rest of the story... remains to be seen.