When people no longer believed in the gods, the gods fell into the mortal world.
She was accused of crimes she had never committed, and the statue of the god in the church fell into the mire.
They tore down the church and hauled the god from her altar, ripping away her sacred robes in the mud.
The statue's gaze remained gentle, her expression holy yet full of longing for the world, as she watched her followers abandon her.
They did not truly care whether the god had done anything wrong. They simply wanted to kill a god and watch her fall.
The statue's paint was scraped away, her face smeared with mud. No one noticed the dazzling gold leaf beneath.
The rain fell hard. A boy came stumbling over and knelt beside the statue.
His clothes were in tatters, and grime marked his face, too stubborn for the rain to wash away. His bloodstained hands trembled as he lifted the statue.
May he see the gold leaf on her. She had already fallen, and this was the only thing she could give this poor child.
When she woke again, her divine body was gone. She was only mortal flesh, condemned to pass through one absurd world after another.
All these worlds had one thing in common: they believed in gods.
She met that boy again.
The people hoisted him onto a sword hilt as an offering to the gods. He did not struggle at all. The blade pierced his flesh, impaling him, yet a smile still lifted the corners of his mouth.
My god, I hope this offering pleases you.
Everyone knelt on the ground, right hands over their chests, paying no heed to the worshipper on the sword.
“I was born from a willingness to die. I would gladly endure every lash for my god.”
“This world has been waiting for you. Through centuries of hardship and endless cycles of reincarnation, it has waited for your arrival.”
Theme: The gods love all people
