The Gods are Lonely
The Gods Are Lonely
The agile god of mischief sat down on his thrown of wood and brambles....
The young lightning herald laid down on his soft bed of clouds.....
The fiery god of hell sat down in his thrown of fire and brimstone....
The skeletal woman that brings the call of death sits down on her great throne of bone.....
But only for a moment, because they would have to work soon.
Of all the different abilities that these unearthly beings had in their possession, there was one unifying effect that was eating them away.... They were lonely. With no companions that suits there unique tastes, they are forced to work and keep to what they were assigned to do from the beginning of time...
Mischief...
Storms.....
Torturing....
Death..
They loved their powers as gods from the beginning, but then their enjoyment started to fade for their natural gifts, and they wished mortality. They wanted mortality so that they could earn power and have a chance to get out of the rut of their lives, to be adventurous, and seek danger. Currently they only hear few things.....
Laughing....
Exploding....
Screaming....
Excuses.....
They wish for life, for a mate that will always stay with them and with the same interests. They would like to become mortal, but only one being has the power to make things mortal or immortal... Zeus, the god of gods. He would never approve of such a thing, they each have their own purposes and it should not be tampered with.
They just wish they could leave everything and start a new life. They donšt see new things, only.....
Accidents.....
Fires.....
Suffering....
Dead....
To have a normal life would be good, but they will have to settle with what fate gave them.
-Moosecreek