[ WP ] You are a god that hunts other gods

I knelt behind the gooseberry bushes and listened. 
 
 The river was loud, but despite the cacophony of waters slamming on rocks, I could hear their chit-chat and laughs. I crept closer, always as silent as possible. I pushed some branches aside, and then I saw them. 
 
 The river made a small pool around a small slope that resembled a tiny waterfall. Four maidens were bathing there, each more beautiful than the last. But she, Artemis, stood out. Easily. 
 
 Her golden hair waved down on her shoulders as perfectly as the river itself, and reaching her ripen bosom. Her laughter was like a nightingale song. Her eyes seemed like Zeus himself had plucked out the Moon, doubled her, and placed her in Artemis' face. 
 
 The three Nymphs that surrounded her were of an equal blinding beauty for a mortal, but not for the likes of Artemis and myself. 
 
 All four were laughing to a joke one of the Nymphs was saying. They had n't noticed me. Nor did they see me when I drew out my bow and arrow. When I took aim right at Artemis' breast. When I shot. Only when the arrow hit her, they realised what was happening. They panicked. 
 
 Golden ichor sprout out of her wound and mouth. The Nymphs were screaming. 
 
 I ran away. She's my fourth god to kill in this Pantheon. 
 
 See, it's not that difficult to infiltrate a Pantheon. Humans love adding more and more deities to their pantheons, or love expanding the fields one deity dominates, over a vast array of different fields. 
 
 My name is Apollyon. All I needed to do was kill Apollo first and take his place. Apollo was also known as Apollyon, thus it was n't difficult to replace him, at least in the subjects we both represented: destruction. 
 
 Back in the old days, one religion to dominate over another and completely eradicate the former one was virtually impossible. While it may have happened, traces of the original religion stood out, because the old gods never truly died. 
 
 But a slight mistake from some snow-ridden bastards made me and my associates quite lucky, for the ixos bough is easy to locate and even easier to make into god-slaying arrows. 
 
 Next stop: Olympus. Zeus, here I come.
