Vicious snarls and thundering bangs emit from outside the church. A terrifying Demon Wolf assaults the heavy wooden doors intent on devouring the huddled villagers taking shelter within. Some desperately look towards you for guidance.
You are Dover, a male cleric in service to the Goddess. While you do possess a small degree of divine magic, it is mostly useful for healing, defense, or purification. Only senior clerics may call upon the power of holy fire and lightning to smite their foes. Unable to face the Demon Wolf yourself, you kneel before the sanctified icon of the Goddess and pray with all your heart.
Suddenly all is quiet. Opening your eyes you behold a vast expanse of stars and other celestial objects. A single point of white light blazes before you and emits a feminine voice that soothes your very soul.
"Do you wish to protect your parishioners?"
Your voice cracks in frantic excitement "Yes! Please save us, my Lady!"
The light seems to ponder for a moment before responding "Very well, I shall grant you the power. But in exchange you must take on a quest."
Such tasks were common amongst the legends you learned of during your priestly training. It will be an honor to serve your Lady. "Of course. Anything to preserve my flock!" you say.
"In return for imbuing you with the power of an angel, you must..." the female voice seemingly pauses for dramatic effect. "...bear a child who will one day grow to become a hero!"
You are momentarily stunned as you process what the Goddess has charged you with doing. "Bear a child? But am a man." you mutter in disbelief. The light suddenly blinds you and a woman's chuckle echos in your mind.
Cacophony assaults your senses as you find yourself back in the church. The wooden doors crack under the attack of the demon wolf. You have little time to think about what the Goddess said to you as your body is suddenly wreathed in golden flames. They do not burn, but rather melt away your masculine traits