would you like to carry the hopes and dreams of every human in your hands? would you like being unable to die, because humans are persistent to keep fighting for a better future? because for as long as hope is alive, you may never die. maybe he's is just tired. tired because he must watch everyone wither away yet he himself cannot succumb to the concept that is death. and he laughs at it; laughs because he hates the simmering spark of 'if's and 'maybe's, yet he is a god of hope. //tbh i'm still figuring out this story, so things are gonna be all jumpy and shit. names, identities, personalities, etc-i'm gonna be figuring them out throughout this story. basically, don't expect this to be high quality.