A Czylph in a prosperous land, Inti never really had to worry about much... no war, no famine, and it was all due to the trust and faith the people within his domain had for him. The same was true with all his fellow deities that ruled over different sectors of the world they inhabited. Until one day...

Without warning, Czylph all across the world began to disappear without so much as a wimper. One by one, their lands withered as a result... No one knew why this was happening, or where they were disappearing to... Until a certain someone spoke up, declaring all these domains theirs, as they had kidnapped and held these deities where they would never escape so they could harness their power for their own nefarious purposes. It was then that Inti hid himself away, seldom to be seen by his people for decades. In his absence, his lands and powers both have withered- but he would rather live in complete solitude without powers than become a captive for someone to use. This came at an immense toll, however, and in his time alone he has become depressed and distrusting of others. If someone came to talk to him, he was more likely to attack on sight than greet them with a friendly smile...

Until the arrival of an odd Scarftail named Zero...