Paradise Lot: Interludes (Dionysus's Story)
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  • Reads 221
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  • Parts 8
  • Time 1h 4m
Complete, First published Sep 14, 2015
Interludes: 

Not all the gods are gone. 

Seems that Dionysus, the Greek god of revelry, partied a wee bit too hard the night before he was supposed to leave, and was accidentally left behind. Alone and mortal on the lowest of all realms—Earth—Dionysus is forced to find meaning. But what meaning can there be for the god of joy and excess, debauchery and drama? Earth is bleak, boring and full of pain. Dionysus is beginning to think it was a mistake for the gods to leave without first ending all life. 

A mistake that Dionysus can fix. 


Paradise Lot - Urban Fantasy Series: 

The gods are gone. All of them.


When the gods left, their last message to humanity was: "Thank you for believing in us, but it is not enough. We're leaving. Good luck." At first no one took them seriously. Until, that is, all the denizens of all the heavens and hells started showing up on people's doorsteps. 

Creatures that were once thought of as myth are now refugees striving to adapt to life on earth. Trouble is, after eons of living forever, they're not very good at being mortal.
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In the Absence of Light

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I laugh at you pitiful humans who scurry about this Earth with out a purpose seeking only life, but finding only death. I welcome death. I know what is coming, and the Goddess of Darkness will welcome me into her kingdom when I die. For now, I serve her purpose. I fight wars in her name, and serve as her avatar when needed. When she first came to me, she burned the love out of my heart. Now I find only humor in silly human affections. Love. It's such a short and despicable word. Maybe I could just enjoy fighting until I died, if it wasn't for the city. My city. My own corrupted city that cast me out for saving one of the city's own. The city I spit upon for its treatment of the gods and goddesses chosen people. I swear that one day, I will come back. Something must be done, and maybe, just maybe, the Goddess of the Absence of Light might choose me as her instrument of salvation, or destruction.