Stealing Myself From Shadows
, pah! Such a feeble path of persuasion is for weak women and mortal men. Why I was a god! The god! Why should I beg The Hand and the Tower
for favors when I can batter the tower himself with my lightning? Why should I give A Godling for Your Thoughts?
You stopped believing in me. You lost faith in me. You are My Tool, My Treasure
no longer. Let my wife spin her Web of Inspiration
. I’m too strong for such snares. Once My Cusps Overfloweth
when a beautiful boy brought my cup to me. What a sour old man he’s become. Nothing is as it was. Even the wine has lost its savor. Once I would have punished you for mocking my pain. Now I must beg you for scraps of faith. If this is being humbled, it is too cruel for the gods. Save your humiliation for lesser men. I refuse to bow, even if my back is bending of its own accord.
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