[ WP ] You are the one , the true hero chosen by the ancients ! However , the Ancients forgot one small details when they chose you ...

I spun the prompt a little in a different direction, but I thought it'd be more fun to write a cynical perspective of the gods. 
 
 
 “ My god, ” Esertia said. The plea struck me as self serving, being that she was a god. “ All of the eons I ’ ve known you to be an idiot but this is, by far, the biggest thing you ’ ve fucked up, ” 
 
 Eternal life is a bit less exciting than it sounds. We ’ d set to constructing narratives that held consequence to pass the decades. We ’ d given our enemies the power to overtake us, and had chosen a mortal as our champion. It was this kind of risk that kept us interested in life. Perhaps this is how all gods meet their end. A game in which they can lose, infinitely played, until they do lose. 
 
 Our champion was below our place in the clouds. He had a spear through his chest and was quickly and violently bleeding out. This was an issue. Gods only have power while the people of the earth worship them, and there was a war on. The side that was at the door of victory was not of the faith of us. Now, our chosen reclaimer our holy warrior, given the sword of light, able to level the mountains and cull armies, was slumping in clutching death, never having received the sword. “ I knew there was something I forgot to do today, ” I tried to jest, but Esertia was having none of it. “ The armies will be overrun, our faith will die, all because you didn ’ t give our champion the Stupid. Fucking. Sword, ” This was the risk of putting all the resources of the faith in one basket. “ We could just summon a titan, ” “ Oh, yea, lets just summon a titan, crush the competition and then have another god, offended by our blatant breach of rules, crash the moon down on our cities, killing us instantly! Brilliant idea! ” I sat and thought for awhile while the city walls were breached. 
 
 “ What if, ” I began. “ If this is another rule breaking idea I swear to me, I will kill you myself, ” she spat. “ Hear me out, ” I appealed. She sat at perked attention, clearly flustered, tilting her face to suggest sarcastic apprehension. “ We flood the whole planet and save a few people of our faith? ” “ that ’ s redic -- ” she contemplated for a moment instead of just dismissing it out of hand. “ Kill all the other gods? ” she asked pensively. “ Sure, sure, I mean, others will spring up as the people we save being to proliferate and come to different conclusions on faith right? We just have to keep distant for awhile, so they begin to doubt, ” “ This is going to take awhile isn ’ t it? ” “ Yeah maybe, but we ’ ll have each other for company right? ” “ We might grow tired of each other after all that time, ” “ Well, that ’ s the only idea I ’ ve got, ” “ Fine, do it, but Lucifer, if this goes poorly, there will be hell to pay, ” 
 
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