Someone once said that "that which is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil". Upon my browsing of untold tales and naughty little secrets in this place, I have found a plethora of examples of this. I've found one such story here in a tale I think I'll call -
T H E H E A R T O F L O V I A T A R
Kip Samil stands in a sanctuary filled with censer smoke in the Triad Temple of Fillia Lucis. He stands before the sigils of three lawful deities. Today, he shall choose who to give his devotion to.
A broken white gauntlet symbolizing Torm the True - the heroic god of law and courage.
A piece of red rope wreathed in amaranth symbolizing Ilmater - the broken god of suffering and endurance.
And finally a shard from a broken mirror symbolizing Loviatar - the evil goddess of pain and torture.
The objects laid before him on an altar. Kip's guardian angel watches over him from the plane adjacent. Today was just as important to her as it was for him. Howev