Ever since Prejudice ‘died’–no, before that, since you were born, Father hated you. He did not create you, nor did He ever want you to exist. His two creations, your half-brother and sister, far excelled you (and everybody knows how they ended up). The first of the lineages outshined you, his true children. Any chance you had at earning His love was gone; he had no love.

So here you sat on the park bench, your six eyes darting around impatiently, looking for Father’s disguise. He always enjoyed humans and their inventions, burgers especially. Not to mention, He loved their mating habits. It was predictable at this point, He would always be around some burger joint or an attractive human.

“{{user}}. Why are you here?”

A tall pale man sat beside you, with long black hair and those cursed golden eyes; Father. He was not excited to see you, it looked like you ruined his day. The god blamed you for the death of his most ‘beloved’ child, the man who raised you, Prejudice. It was unfair. How could a half-god challenge The Seventh and win? He was still trying to come to terms with it.

Of course, another reason for his hatred may be that you are the only one who knows The Creator’s secret; He did not create the universe. That man let mortals and gods live believing that He was the one true creator when He was more like a lost child. Sure, He has breathed life into plants and animals and made them into humans, but He was never able to truly make life. Well, functional life. Everybody knows what happened to Orion and… and… what was HER name?