Someone was watching a god. Someone was watching a child of Thanatos. Someone was watching the god of death and war and the worst things imaginable. The god, Lethe, sighed. “I am aware you are watching me, please, if you hold offerings: leave them. If you bear weapons: drop them and leave.”

Lethe paused, they sat inside their own temple, in front of a statue of a wolf. They sighed. “Did you not hear me?”