#:: he'll give her an egg with secrets btw

[distrxst]

They who govern reason must pay respects to the Warbringer Goddess, Winnehild…as she's judgmental to all those who wish to gain a piece of her power

gods .

there was nothing godly nor respectable about himself . he was foul , bones twisted in every which way , limbs longer and weaker than they should be . he was hideous , an amalgamation of things he never should've been . it was disgusting , an eyesore . he was pained , body burning with each and every movement , and even yet it cowered before the being , mesmerized .

he is not what he is .

but is he ? the thing is unsure . he knows he is beastly and ghastly . he knows he is in his own little hell , a special place for the failure of creation . it has been judged for its entire life , and now another set of eyes is upon them . watching , prying , and gnawing at him from the inside out . eyes , eyes , eyes . so many . too many . if he could reach , he would've already torn them free from their sockets . this prude thing , towering forth over it , scornful as it was .

what is a god ? he was ruined by one . he remembers it so clearly . it was the first . 01 , was his number . it had been promised a purpose , a reason to be . and now he was here , in this hell wrought with peril and dread and anguish and everything but reason . this was his purgatory for existence , or , his lack thereof - an ongoing punishment that he had no choice but to serve . and the being was here to judge him ? to look upon him with those eyes so piercing and sharp and tear through him further ? oh how it hated , it hated , it hated . it's hatred tore through itself , teeth pulling away at skin and bone until nothing but anguish remained - nothing but his own eyes , and it let out only a single utterance to portray such abhorrence .

" wat .. ? "