Shame to think that certain gods in mythologies never got the respect of a god that they deserved, no?
Loki for example. Never loved as a father, never worshipped as a god. When Ragnarok comes, nobody will mourn for his death.
I suppose that's the life of a friendless trickster.
I rest. But know, that tomorrow, I will rise from my slumber to extinguish the flame of agony and guilt. Tomorrow is a new day, and from it's flesh I will sup victory from the discarded remains of defeat.
I'm moving into a big new chapter in my life, I am moving. For the next few months, I will be packing for hours at a time. I will be taking a hiatus until we unpack. I'll miss you all, but I will be back. Monsters never die, and heroes never fade away.