God of Blood, God of Death

They called him the "Blood God". A sharp, violent name, warped from misspoken words. A mockery of his very title. "Blood for the Blood God" they shouted, revering the parts they wished to see, and ignoring those they did not.

He was no Blood God. He was the God of death. Of honoured passing in battle. Of peaceful passing in sleep.

But what did it matter anymore? Who would care about the dethroned god who wandered the mortal world, leaving behind bloody footprints?