Ichor and Bone
The goddess Vesta lives among the mortals in a modern age, privy to many of the secrets her fellow gods try to hide as they crumble under the weight of their own humanity. A man called death is suffering, and she seems to be the only one willing to care.
All too long ago we were the light and darkness in the eyes of the beings called men. The day of our worship has come to pass, falling into the histories as nothing more than myth and legend. The gods are dead, and now we are free of their magic, the fool will chant. And for an age the celebrations will ring loudly across the earth, as man seeks to dissuade himself of the fears of his youth. Enlightenment, they will claim, an age where even God Himself is dead. Once more the fool chants his mockery. But that night has long ended and now the dawn of a new age has begun. A fusion of myth and magic in the science and chemistry of this new age finds birth in the dawning light. God is never dead, and now, neither are the gods.