The God of vengeance does not entice himself with such mortal affairs.

Shrines do not beckon him. Prayers rarely, even moreso. A prayer to Jason was for malicious intent.

Divinity made Jason this way. He was sure of it. That bitterness that rested upon his divine soul was casted upon him from the moment he was a babe.

The God of vengeance still yearns, at times.

"...Mortals leave you so many gifts." Jason croaks to his fellow God. He doesn't know why his throat feels so tight. He only knows of jealousy, of his pride, of things that should be his, not...

Not whatever this unfamiliar feeling is.