[ WP ] You live in a universe where the gods do wonders for their chosen followers . You are your god 's only chosen and you are really getting tired of his/her shit .

It had seemed so perfect. 
 
 
 The one goddess who truly understood me, i had thought. 
 
 
 The one goddess truly representing me, my teenage self had thought. 
 
 
 The one goddess poised to piss my parents of, my teenage emo self had thought. 
 
 
 Goddess of monsters, goddess of darkness, goddess of *spiders* ( a surefire way to freak out my mom ). 
 
 
 And then... and then it had turned out that Lolth was actually *cheerful*. 
 
 
 Like, *urgh*. 
 
 
 Spiders followed me everywhere, carrying little treats, scaring away my perceived `` enemies'' ( that part was actually quite cool ) or shooing me away from `` danger''. 
 
 
 And then there was the knitting. 
 
 
 Barely a day passed without me finding knew ( and admittedly stylish ) spidersilk clothes. 
 
 
 It felt like... it felt like constantly being accompanied by your mom. 
 
 
 Have you ever tried dating a girl with a thousand spiders sitting on the table, simultaneously turning their bodies to stare at whoever was speaking right now? 
 
 
 Like, ***urgh***. 
 
 
 I open my door to step inside. My high school bully is hanging in a net from the ceiling. He screams through his gag as he sees me. 
 
 
 I grin. 
 
 
 Maybe Lolth is n't so bad after all.
