Playing with Gods // Newtmas

Chapter 1

Newt. Newt was a God, one of which seemed to be lost in old history and discarded as the villain everyone made him out to be. He was the God of death and disease. As well as the feeling of being lost and unable to speak the truth. Yet with those few words, the people of the city twisted those meanings, and the people lost their faith. They all saw him as a negative influence and a corrupt liar. Yet, nobody ever questioned if he truly was all they said. But time moved on, and they never once cared to visit his now cracked and dirty temples, or look deeper into the mythology of his past to find out who he truly was and maybe even who he could be if they gave him a chance. He was just a bubbling disease they were all trying to leave behind to them. Well, all except for one. Thomas.

Thomas's interest had been peaked by newt ever since he heard old tales of how 'all diseases were Newt's fault' and that he was to blame for every mishap in any shape or form. But that didn't sound right. How could one god be the blame? How could one disheartened God be the root of all their problems? It never made sense to little Thomas, even as he grew up, the stories seemed to loose effect on him yet they manipulated everyone else around him, making them believe this corrupted 'truth'. It did truly annoy him.
Thomas decided he had enough, he was going to find out more about newt. Next, with the start of his determination, he started the to find out many things about newt.

Newt was also the God of decision making and knowledge. Which must've carried a heavy burden anyway, but for disease and death to be placed on top of that, it must've made it worse. People after all did only see him for the disease, not for the knowledge he could've gave them. Also, he used to be popular, before a goddess called Teresa cursed him with a disease called 'the flare', leaving him to become the God of said disease. But when the glade was ravished by the flare, all pointed fingers went to newt, NOT Teresa. How come she didn't take the blame? What made her special?

And eventually, that's how it started. Everyday, Thomas would bring offerings such as flowers or fresh fruits for the God, and would sit and talk about his day. He hoped the God was listening, but something deep inside him told him the god was. Tom wouldn't tell the people where he was going, he would just say 'I'm going for a walk'. That was his only excuse, but somehow they bought it everytime. He looked forward to it, all the time, it was simply the highlight of his day.

And newt felt the exact same.
Every single day, he waited for Thomas in spirit form, excited to hear about his day. It was strange how close he had formed a bond with this mortal, despite them not ever having a face to face conversation. He even had a nickname for him. 'Tommy'.
And as newt prepares to go to the temple, he decided this day he would reveal himself to Tommy. Maybe they could become friends after all this.
Yet the god of parties and leadership himself had to appear behind him just before.

" piss off Minho. "

(May be a little rushed/ ooc)