Book of Rewards

Coffee, God?

Gods are like urban legends, the more you believe in them, the more real they will become until something in the universe glitches and WHOOSH! It became reality. After this humans usually can only stare at the thing and say "What the actual f- just happened?" weird isn't it, belief is so strong thing that it can make things real.

In the realm the mortals, a very confused creature opened its eyes. Topaz orbs seemed to glow in the dark as the creature scanned the area.

The silhouettes of the trees made the whole scene look omnious, their branches reaching towards their victim like claws of vultures. Scent of the flowers was sweet, too sweet, and intoxicating making the creature wrinkle its nose.

The dark sky was filled with clouds, blocking any light that the moon or stars could've possibly create.

The creature curled into a ball and closed its eyes again drifting into sleep, he could wait for a bit longer before going out to find out what exactly brought it there.

The air reeked with death as the scent of iron filled the air. A man walked the scene in which the slaughter took place, not feeling bothered at all by what he saw. Sure, war was horrifying thing, the foolish humans didn't seem to have anything better to do with their lives other than to hate each other and plan deaths of the innocent, but the man didn't really care about things like that. As he walked past the fallen corpses, he took out his sword with one single move, eyes never leaving his target.

One swift motion and the people on his way fell to the ground, like puppets whose strings had snapped. This was the power of Naomh, the God of war and destruction. Topaz orbs glew as he observed the people who were about to lose their lives too. His long silky black hair was tied partly onto a ponytail, slender body clothed in chest plate and leather.

Naomh moved up to the hill to look at the desperate fight of the human race, slowly his eyes were clouded with sadness and one single tear made its way to his cheek. Oh how he wished to be God of Something Else than this.

Blood red sun rised from the East to show the horrors that happened on the battlefield.

This wasn't right.

Naomh stirred from his slumber that showed him those cruel memories. The former God of War and Destruction sat up on the grass and looked around the place he was in again.

Gone was the omnious feeling, gone were shadows,  gone was that sickly sweet scent, gone were the clouds that blocked out the sky, everything was bright and peaceful. Like a honey trap that'd soon swallow its prey whole.

The god got up and walked to a small pond, his eyes had somehow missed it last night, and looked into it.

Unlike the Naomh of the past, who held strong and agile body and was in an adult for, he was now the size of a child. His once long hair was now short and layered, his whole figure was smaller and he was dressed up in hoodie and jacket along side black jeans and sneakers. Yes, he looked complete opposite of what he used to.

Curse the gods and their instinctive morphing into the form most fitting to their current power level.

The childlike god staggered as he walked out of the woods, only one thing clear in his mind.

He needed to find himself believers before he'd completely vanish from the face of the Earth.

Stepping out to the street, the petite god blinked. Just how long had it been since he traveled on the realm of the mortals? Apparently too long.

Glancing at the people who passed him, Naomh conjured himself one of those flat devices, he couldn't afford to look different from the mortals. No. He needed to find out what exactly was going on.