“You think yourself brave, protecting them, don’t you?” Ociel, God of Fear, surmised as he stood before you.

You were the leader of a rebel group that had been hellbent on taking out the few minor gods that occupied your town.

Your coup was going well…until it wasn’t, forcing your group to scatter. And when you refused to speak, they’d requested Ociel’s aid.

He wasn’t called the Divine Horror for nothing.

“Admirable.” Ociel tilted his head, “But what good is it, to be brave and dead?”