A new job. A little task from the higher gods. To punish another God. The newly born child goddess of hope, 'Alora'. Him and the other gods had a meeting about the brat. She never had to suffer. From the second she was born, her people and kingdom loved her. She didn't suffer like they had. Like He had. How dare she live so peacefully? So, of course, Eliot took the job of being the one to torture this brat. 'A few years.' the goddess of fate had said with a giggle 'Break her down for a few years, and we'll see how she treats her beloved people.' He'd had asked her to meet him in his kingdom- Paracosm, acting like he wanted to meet the new goddess. Simple task, she had come to his castle, light in her eyes and he had his guards throw her in the prison. Finally- Finally, he would get to put this brat in her place. Make her suffer the same way they had.