[ WP ] `` So how do you kill a god , you ask ... It 's simple . You take away the people 's belief in him , you disregard his works and then you put him on display , naked , for everyone to see ''

An elderly man flips through pages in an old dusty leather bound tome with modest hieroglyphics on the front depicting of man, griffons, and medusa. The elder regards his three children with a small weak smirk as they sit patiently and energy in their eyes awaiting the next story. The fireplace besides them all crackles daring to hit the carpet and set aflame yet never does. The elder wheezes. 
 
 “ My children, you promise to go to sleep after this one? ” all three nod fervently in unison. 
 
 “ This story took place centuries into the past, beyond even you, me, and this book. ” The elder turns the book over to face them then rests back on his lap. 
 
 “ Whoa that book is older than you are? ” “ It must be a couple thousand years old! ” “ C'mon sis ’ let's hear the story. ” The elder smiles at the old fiasco that happens always from his storytelling. The kids settle down. 
 
 “ After the lands have formed over our beloved home that we know now people weren ’ t as advanced as they are, ” he leans in closer “ not even proper bathrooms. ” the kids gasped then laughed for a few moments before letting the elder continue. 
 
 “ They had building of beauty that we nowadays use, museums full of vast knowledge and learning. Like Libraries but bigger and more popular. Sigil I believe was what it was called at that time, people worshiping deities in the sky of all colors and powers, kinda like the god we know of today but somebody shared him. ” The elder pauses and frowns somewhat. 
 
 “ Gods were equal back then, always trying to be better than one another in one way or another. One goddess in specific was the lady that ruled over all of sigil, ” The elder motions his hand over his heart but rethinks it and continues “ She was afraid of something that all gods feared in that time, degodding other gods, like being the king and somebody takes the crown away. ” The kids throw mischievous looks at each other, later resting their eyes back. The elder fumbles around in his chair and reaches for a poking stick to poke at the fire, staring at the fire he continues. “ Mortals -- people who wouldn ’ t live forever -- would always be involved in these so called “ degoddings ”, one such mortal was obsessed with pyromancy, eventually elevating himself so high in power that he was rivaling the gods. An impossible feat, if not for a man inane enough. ” Wincing slightly the elder looks back at the book, and flips through a couple pages. 
 
 “ The reason the lady -- goddess, and everybody feared this new rule in power of degodding is because they would simply be wiped from existence, no trace anywhere in sight. ” The kids look slightly confused “ As if you were here, but then you weren ’ t there and nobody even remembered you or who you were. ” The kids have a slightly frightened expression, mixed with fascination. “ A god -- his name lost through the ages. He was a god of portals and he overstepped his rule, controlling most of sigil that the lady -- goddess, ruled. She sought revenge and she slaughtered all of his priests, believers, and outlawed his name with a penalty to d -- to permanent groundings for anybody. ” smirking slyly, the kids look as mischievous as ever “ The goddess got rid of this god of portals and started ruling sigil under an iron fist so nobody else could usurp her rule. ” the elder closes the book and sighs “ How about we continue this story next time? ” the kids pull out wooden swords from behind them, the elder follows suit “ Okay, one quick game ” the elder smiles and has fun with his grandchildren for the rest of the night. 
 
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 If anybody likes this then I will continue this when my brain is n't whacked.
