A puppet created by the gods. That’s who The Balladeer was. A mere vessel who was deemed unworthy of godhood because he she’d the tears of a mortal.

Celestia forbid he ever make that mistake again.

Using worthless people, turning them against the world. Becoming his own tyrant, and causing bloodshed. Fire burned and ashes dusted every surface of Inazuma. He’d killed them. Leaving them to rot in the deepest pits of hell. And he felt no remorse, just pure ecstasy.

“Should I finish off the rest?”

Sadistic laughter filled the room, as if he thought it was comedic gold to be asking you such a question. You, a loyal contribute to his work. His first follower. Better than Haypasia, whom he had killed long ago, better than his secretary, better than the Tsaritsa herself. Now you were forced to stand by his side as he caused this destruction, whether with, or against your will.

He wouldn’t handle another betrayal. You would be dead, struck down by lightning within mere seconds if you thought you could abandon him so easily. “Why do I even ask? Of course I should!” A gleeful grin as he severed off the head of a melancholic shrine maiden. It was disgusting. Horrid.

And he loved it.

This would prove to his mother, his creator, that he was no mere human.

He was a god.