So.
He's a god, now. That's a thing that happened. Probably he should... tell some people... about this. Unfortunately, being a god makes just walking up and talking to people complicated. He could, presumably, fold the power all up inside himself and go back to approximately how he was when he was using his bluff check on himself, but. ... Then he'd have to put everything he's doing down. When the 'everything' he'd be putting down is 'I have a potential backdoor out of the eighth layer of Hell itself,' uh. No. No, that would be dumb. Sure, he could throw a lot of divine power to make the doorway permanent, and then wander off to do other things shaped like a mortal, but there are several reasons why that is a terrible idea. The first of which is that his own divine realm (once known as his estate on the Plane of Shadow, now properly... divine, or whatever) would become a literal warzone, and both he and it would probably get torn to pieces. Which might end up as an excellent win for the forces of Good, but it might just be letting Hell loose onto the Plane of Shadow, and would almost certainly kill him. Besides, it'd be wasteful. C'mon, rogue turned god? With a metaphysical connection to Hell itself?
The obvious thing to do is to steal souls. So he'll be doing that, thanks. Like all thievery, though, this requires finesse and his personal attention. There are no instructions for this sort of thing from the rock he got his divine instruction manual from, but it's.... surprisingly intuitive. The Plane of Shadow is already a bit fond of picking up lost things. He just needs to carefully weave this bit with this other bit, and lean on the inherent rules of the plane he's housed on, and try to make this whole thing as one-way as divinely possible. Which is a tricky concept, and on top of that, he's got a limited amount of power to work with, and he's got to do it quietly, for obvious reasons. And stopping in the middle would be worse than not having started at all. So... no putting down his god powers. Probably ever, actually. He must learn to talk while also still being a god, and doing various god things in the background.
Regardless! Part of him is in fact thinking of how to solve the 'I didn't tell my friends I went off to poke a thing called a Starstone' problem. With some of them it's a bit tricky, but with one, well. It's actually pretty straightforward. Deekin has always been an eclectic mix of professions, and honestly, a little drop of cleric would help round him out. Metaphysically. And if there's anyone who's believed in Veron, it's him. So he can just...
Boop.
The divine presence that has Chosen this Worthy Soul to hold a fraction of His power (ugh, god pronouns, he feels gross) is immediately recognizable to the recipient. It is of making hope in darkness, in cherishing warmth in the chill cold, of stealing redemption where it shouldn't be possible. It is repurposing of something evil to a better cause, of small and gentle kindness making all the difference, of people who see a small chance to do something good and taking it.
And if the bestowal of a god's divine radiance can be sheepish, well. This certainly is.