The night I was chosen as the bride of the mountain god, I personally sent the dagger into the heart of the village chief.
His eyes widened: "How dare you..."
I smiled and wiped the blood off my face: "Because what you worship is never God."
When the mountain fire engulfed the entire village, I drank with the real mountain god on the top of the mountain.
He shook his wine glass and chuckled: "Human beings always turn their greed into my will."
I looked at the ruins in the firelight: "Next, it's the turn of those in the capital who decided to 'sacrifice'."
The mountain god suddenly stopped smiling: "Did you know that those who kill gods will eventually become demons?"
