How To Kill A God

How To Kill A God

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The world is the Gods playing-field; and we creatures are their favorite form of entertainment. It was the annual winter solstice hunt, where the frosting blizzards prickles your skin down to the very bones, where food is scarce, and where your enemy finds ecstasy with your sufferings. Certainly... and certainly this is where Gods choose their heralds- a warrior that is worthy of lending their abilities, in lieu to display their overwhelming control and power to their equal. To show that there is still someone who is far omnipotent than the norm. She or He who stood atop of the battle will have a chance to possess whatever it is that they wished, in return of giving the Gods a spectacular performance giving them pleasure and delight. After all, there is no better pleasure than watching them suffer, am I wrong?...
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The gods have always been such fickle beings. They carry with them unseen expectations and desires, yet they expect perfection from the mortals over which they rule. How would you manage, then, if a god were to set its sights on you and you alone? Could you run? Hide? Or would their fury be inevitable? How do you avoid the rage of something so mysterious and divine? Some say the gods have limits. That if you did not cross into the light of the moon, that she couldn't see you. Simply hide yourself away each night, and the moon would never find you. There was even a night, at least once a month, where the moon would be blind, and you could tread freely through the night. Of course, nothing is certain in the realm of the gods. Note: This story contains human gore and animal death through hunting. These sections are brief, but those who are sensitive to either should use discretion.

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