(This QM is mentally ill and very unlucky)
When gods die worlds weep yet at the end of your age you shall fade away in silence.

The signs were always there, of course. The ceasing of miracles, the dwindling of faith. Yours was a god of wonder and mystery, her whispers too subtle to be heard in the hearts of mortals.
At the same time... who ever believes that their world, their truth, their very foundation shall one day just cease its unending dance and whiter away into the very ether?
Your emotion threaten to overwhelm your being as you approach what is to be your master's final resting place, the realm around you curling inwards as the power sustaining it drains away.

You are a__

[] AVENGER. Designed to resist the depredations haunting the myriad worlds your master as imbued you with a singular purpose. Deep within your blade rests a spark of primordial truth that sings with beautiful rage whenever you draw it.
[] MUSE. Your form is one of scintillating words of exquisite pain written upon strings of finely spun light woven together into the form of a dream. You are fear and love and desire and revelation spinning together in a perpetual dance.
[] REDEEMER. You see the sins of all and the potential of many. Yours is the capacity to guide and inspire, to reflect the purity of the corrupt upon themselves that they may be enlightened. You are at once mundane and divine, inscrutable and plain and whoever gazes upon you remembers their truest self.