Memoirs of a Fallen God

Once I was a god. Worshiped. Revered. The huddled masses cast themselves at my feet, heads bowed and eyes wide. Save us, they begged. Spare us, they pleaded.

And, fool that I was, I tried.

Now I am nothing. Fallen. A bitter memory of an age long passed. A broken old fool too stubborn to die.

This is my story. My rise, my fall. The pathetic mess, after.

Read it. Don’t. I care little. My words are not for you.