Mortals

The air was fragrant and wet. And cicadas buzzed without care. And the moon, shone down upon all of these beings, gently bathing them in it's light. And Kaizer, had decided to destroy it all.

"It's unsettling, so I'll destroy it." Kaizer said without care. After the loss of their lover, nothing seemed to matter. And the actions of the mad god seemed to make no sense.

There was a saying in the celestial realm, that all chaos aimed for stability. So it could also be said that the mad god aimed for such a thing as well.

And what better way to stay sane, other than destroying all that bothered you? But strangely, the god simply went back to their abode, and remained there for many years.

The celestial realm was now dealing with the aftermath of the crazed god. The madness had already taken root, and the gods were no longer controlled by the mortals that created them.

The mortals, unaware of the chaos in the celestial realm, had already gone mad. Wars were raged over petty feuds, and millions died.

The god of death looked down upon these wars with displeasure. "Haha, to think that the god of death itself would be so displeased over their own concept." The god of crusade, a newly born god, laughed at the god of death.

"A kid who isn't even a century old shouldn't be mocking their elders." The god of pain snorted. But they also felt displeased with the chaos in the mortal realm.

"I don't understand your displeasure, I can't help but this of this war as a wonderful little game! Ah! It seems like Kkyraut will send out another crusade to the east! How pleasant!" The god of crusade laughed happily.

"Don't you find it strange… How mortals seem to have such unique names, and yet we must simply be called after our concept?" The god of death said softly. The god of pain looked at the god of death in deep thought.

"Hmm, it is quite strange.. I wonder who made such a rule?"

The god of pain sighed and watched as the wars continued without end.