Kill them all

Can gods be injured?

Did the stag care?

He tossed his head, his own blood running down his face, down his head, gashed open and weeping from the harsh pounding against the statues of the gods.

Why?

"Why me!?" the birds were silent at the stag's loud scream, the harsh sound of antlers cracking, of hooves against stone.

the marble ran red.

"I didn't ask to come here! I was happy in my life!"

And then you gave me her

"and where is she now!? answer me that, damn you, damn all the gods!"

His eyes blazed.

"what do you want from me!?" his voice rasped, throat throbbing.

he fell to his knees, tears stained crimson running down the fur of his cheeks, leaving trails of gold.

"I want them back..."

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