[ conversationally: ] Do you wish to know why I detest worship so? Do you know what was done to reawaken me, simply because I existed, and not because I in any way might have wanted it?

In my current lifespan alone those who would call themselves devout to their faith have instilled and manipulated a puppet king into a long and bloody war to weaken another kingdom and lay claim on their most important artifacts. They assassinated a ruler who only wanted peace in pursuit of this goal. They galvanized the flames of another continent, swept the entirety of that one up in bloody conquest as well, all in order to collect the gemstones that would grant their stolen artifact the power they sought.

For the suffering of the people they were responsible for, they cared naught. A final step in pursuit of their greed: the ritual sacrifice of everyone who flocked to their poisoned faith in the wake of the chaos the puppet king's death left, a chaos they engineered. A feast the one it was meant for wanted little of.

Prostrate yourself and make yourself a fool. But, if you might still slake your thirst, then pick your poison from along the wall. I shan't entertain this foolishness when it is petty spite that fuels it.