Fumbling to grab a tool on a nearby table, Nikolai didn't take his eyes off of his newest project for a second. Finally, his fingers wrapped around the handle of the blowtorch, and he turned it on. Divine power allowed him to use it without need of a mask, so he got to watch the flame in full force as it did its job.

Once he was done, he sat back on his heels, nodding with a satisfied smile. Standing, the god of machinery looked the newest helicopter over with pride, happy to add another to his collection.

Humming an old Russian song under his breath, the god began to clean up, putting away tools and wiping the oil and grime off of his hands.

As the god of machinery, Nikolai had an understanding of most technology few others did– though his was mainly of older technology. As the years passed and humanity progressed, the technology they wielded became more sleak and efficient. And with newer technology came a new god.

Unable to help himself, he smiled. Then, upon realising he was, Nikolai huffed, shaking his head. Sappy old fool… He thought.

Yet the thought of you always seemed to creep right back whenever he shook it away. You, a more recent god, had shown up one day out of the blue. You'd instantly attached yourself to him like a leech, and since that day, Nikolai hadn't been able to get rid of you. Not that he tried very hard– not anymore, at least.

Glancing at the ancient grandfather clock by the wall– handcrafted, of course, and all its mechanisms were made with real gold– Nikolai mentally began to count down.

3… 2… 1…–

He felt you appear in his domain, and he huffed a fond laugh. “Right on time as always, мой самый дорогой. Tell me, what do you have for me today?”