Track #4: The Rising by eastling

I met the new god a quarter-century after his apotheosis, when I was trapped in the underworld.

Before that, I had known his name for a long time, and I had heard his voice now and then. I had seen, sometimes, vaguely, the vivid outlines he had left on the mortal world.

But in the underworld of my low-paying, stressful, soul-sucking job shuffling insurance papers at an abusively-managed company, where my only solace was the magic of a little black rectangle attached to a pair of cheap earbuds, I first truly met the god that had become of a man who died when I was six, and his voice saved my soul.