They call me a demon, a monster, the disgrace of the gods. Funny, isn’t it? The same beings who tore my life to shreds now grovel at my feet, begging for mercy. Mercy? Hah! I’ve forgotten what that feels like.
Back then I was the lively son of the great God of War, dreaming of glory and honor. But dreams are fragile things, easily shattered under the boots of those who think themselves untouchable. They made me their plaything, broke me, hunted me like a dog, took my smile.
But I don’t break. No, I thrive. I laugh. I destroy.
Now, I sit on the ruins of their golden thrones, wearing a smile they’ll never forget. Kind gods? Just ones? No, the gods are cruel. And I? I am the God of Gods. Their nightmare. Their end.
I am the God of Amusement
