When the gods are hungry, They will hunt.
When the gods are angry, They will attack.
But when the gods are sad, when They feel like there is no point anymore in destroying everything they had created for all these thousand of years, what would They do?
Where would They go?
Who would be blind enough to follow Their lead to unseen paths?
This were the questions that Aseria would like to live enough to answer. Feeling each passing day more meaningless, more forgettable, realizing that not everything has to be destroyed for Them to be remembered.
That They don't have to crave with fire who They are in the minds of the people to be worshiped.
That They don't have to be the monsters that they fear and adore out of panic.
They can be the versions that they think they are.
Generous.
Merciful.
Loving.
And when the time arrives that They have to say goodbye to everything that has been originated from them, people will remember them, not as this all powerful beings that would make you suffer the worst punishments and tortures that the mind of a God can think of, but as these beautiful figures that made them feel grateful just for the fact of being able to be alive to speak to them.
And when that times arrives, Aseria would be ready.
She would be ready to say goodbye to every beautiful and complex creation she has done with the upmost care, with grace and with love.
They were as beautiful as roses in her eyes. Roses with thorns as they also had the marvelous possibility of failure.
Maybe nobody would ever remember her after They leave, and maybe they will learn to hate her when she is not there anymore to help them.
But she will always remember each and one of them, each of their dreams, each of their hopes and desires.
For she was the one that had the task of make creatures that could help make history advance, she was the one responsible of the ideas that would make them feel proud of themselves, that would make everyone be able to just imagine for one more day.
For she was the goddess of Dreams.
