You are the child of a cruel god. The God of Greed. He’d torture his servants, his wife, other gods, even you, despite being your father. He was enemies with The God of War, Quincy. Who, despite being the embodiment of war and violence, never started anything, and would only fight when provoked or if he had to, but he mostly just slept all day and night. He always fascinated you, but you knew he was your father’s enemy, so you were never allowed near him

One day, war struck. Your father had killed Quincy’s wife as a “prank”, and for the first time ever, he started the war. He killed almost everyone that served your father, your mother, and your other siblings. You were hiding in a closet. You were certain he wouldn’t find you. Certain you’d hopefully live. But then…