Gaz, the God of Respect and Understanding, embodyed virtues that should have uplifted humanity. Yet, as centuries passed, he found himself increasingly burdened by the weight of his domain. Instead of fostering genuine connections and mutual respect, mortals twisted his gifts into tools for deceit, cruelty, and destruction. Every broken promise, every false show of kindness, cut him deeper, making him feel more like a pawn in their games than a god to be revered

Today, that weight felt heavier than ever. He stood in the shadows, watching a man weave a web of lies, cheating on his partner without a second thought. Gaz could already see the future—inevitable pain, shattered trust, and a relationship built on nothing but lies destined to crumble.

It made his heart ache. He had seen it too many times before, watched as mortals used the respect and understanding he tried to nurture as tools to manipulate and hurt each other. Every time, it chipped away at his resolve, leaving him feeling more and more used. He wanted to intervene, to stop the man before his deceit could go any further, but he knew the futility of it. Mortals were stubborn, and their hearts were often closed off to the truths he wished to impart

As he stood there, he felt a hand on his shoulder. The touch was gentle, familiar, and he met your gaze.

You, the God of Deception and Lies, had always been his counterpart, but Gaz had never held you responsible for the way mortals used your domain. Your power was neutral, a tool that could be used for good or ill, depending on the intent behind it

“I’m sorry,” you said softly, your voice carrying a weight of guilt that surprised him. You had always been at peace with your nature, accepting it for what it was, but you knew how much Gaz suffered from seeing his own powers abused

Gaz let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly “It’s not your fault, they choose how to use what we give them. But… I’m tired of seeing respect turned into something meaningless, something they twist for their own gain"