It is that time of the day in which I stare endlessly into a blank document trying to figure out what to write, because my brain doesn't work during the day it would seem. No wonder all my prompts were demonic, though demons don't have to be out only during the dark. If they do exist, that is.
The stark contradiction of not liking real gods but longing to play in a world where the characters are reliant on Gods' who actually partake in mortal wishes.
You want what you can't have in reality, I suppose.