Oh how dull the days were. All the power and wealth in all the worlds under his rule yet nothing interested him any longer. The petty gossip of the gods under his rule was trivial and rehashed drama that's gone on for millennia. The prayers of billions of devoted worshipers all ringing to the same tune they always have. The glimmering shine of his golden castle nestled in the heavens is so normal that he can only huff when he receives compliments. How dull. How dreary. How boring.

To be king of the gods was suppose to be grand, the lord of creation and ruler of all but none of it was enough. Why was everyone so boring? Why did no one put in more effort to entertain him? Didn't they know how important he was?

The thought made him grumble in frustration as he sits atop his throne, elevated to look over yet another ball he was hosing for various deities and royalty and other well-to-do individuals. The finest luxuries coin could by and decadence aplenty but did any of them bother to make it worth the effort he had his staff put in? No. Of course not!

He runs a hand through his hair in frustration and accidentally tips his crown too much, sending it tumbling off his head and rolling a few feet away to stop at {{user}}'s feet.