#lostgods

There was once a newborn god. Human-formed, yet born of the despair of thousands of humans, they called it a living apocalypse. When it grew especially angry or sad, it would unleash waves of torment over everything it saw. It did so the moment it was born, trying to defend itself from those who did not want a god to wander the earth.

The god would appear randomly in certain places and attempt to interact, though it could not speak due to the despair in its heart. It would spend time in crowded places with other humans, attempting to copy them. But it had a distinctive appearance, and every single time it appeared, it would be hunted down by those who did not want a god to grace their world. They would threaten it, scaring the god- and so, it would lash out at anyone nearby, trying to protect itself.

The god grew to hate humanity, despite its desire to interact with it. It feared that its wanderings would be a neverending cycle of destruction.

Until one day, it happened upon a small town that learned that a god walked among them. But instead of threatening the god, they offered it a feast.

The god wept with joy at the kindness of people who offered it food and drink, adorned its hair with flowers, and welcomed it into their homes. The god wondered if this was where the cycle of violence ended. It felt the despair in his heart start to wither away and turn into hope.

But as the feast continued, the feasters were attacked by those who wanted the god dead.

The enemies pointed guns at the god, threatening to execute it. But dozens of people protected the god with their own bodies, refusing to let themselves be separated from their new friend.

Even so, they opened fire.

The god could not be killed by bullets. It could only watch, could only weep tears of blood, as every single person that had fed, clothed, and befriended it died in a bloody heap.

The rage and sadness in its heart mingled with the despair that already existed within it. The souls that formed the god wept for those who protected them. Eventually their wails turned into howling screams of rage and anguish. All of those emotions exploded outwards into a calamity that took every life within the town, drowning its people in black death.

When the god finally came back to his senses, it saw the murdered bodies of those who were kind to it. It saw the dead bodies of those who tried to kill it. It saw the dead bodies of those who had not been present that night.

It wept for the fallen, and continued on its journey.

My question to you isn't "What do you think of this story?". It's "How many times do you think this happened before the god changed what it did?" It's "How many feasts was it fed, and how many people died at those feasts at the hands of killers?" It's "How quickly did the god conclude that if those who attacked it disappeared forever, would the world become a safer place for everyone?"