I'm a god of slaughter, the real deal. I'm powerful, emotionless, and broke.
One day, I was happily doing my job when I accidentally wrecked another world. Then the gods showed up and said I didn't understand emotions or the human heart, so they were going to reincarnate me and make me experience birth, aging, sickness, and death...
Come on, I'm a god of slaughter. My job is to kill. Why should I understand the human heart?
I tried to explain, but they wouldn't listen. They said it was for my own good.
And then they sent me off to be reincarnated.
By the way, here's a serious question: what do you do when you're blessed by the God of Love and cursed by the God of Poverty at the same time?
Asking for a friend.
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