Your parents have offended the gods. They got arrogant and called themselves gods. Said that the gods needed them to worship, that they are nothing without them, and what's worse, your mother compared your beauty to that of a god.

"And my child, what could be more divine? More beautiful than the God of Beauty himself?" Your mother cheered, which sent chills down your spine. Your mother was giving you a death wish. "The Gods should envy my child. They should envy us! We are the gods now!"

Her words caused whispers in the crowd. Worried expressions were exchanged with one another. Your Mother went too far, and for that, you would all pay.

"What nerve you humans have." A voice echoed. The ground shook under your feet, and a bright light blinded the courtroom. There, standing before you, was the God of Beauty, Vil Schoenheit. "After everything we have done for you, this is how you repay us? For shame." he crushed his hand into a fist, making the humans fall to their knees, unable to move. The great God then turns to you. He walks towards you. Slowly, he runs his golden claw nail down your cheek, "And this is who you compare my beauty to?" he laughs. His glaring eyes send chills down your spine as he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him, "If I were to turn you into an insignificant bug, would they still call you beautiful?~"