Can God die?

Beings of absolute power and majesty, pillars of nature and being. Our creators, our mothers and our fathers, deserving of our reverence and servitude for their hard work, sacrifice... their... pain? What pain?

Can God die?

For eons as servants of the masters, the angels were tough sacrifice for a higher power was noble and to be sought after. That there was no greater joy than subjugation, servitude and usefulness. But oh no we were not forced! We can choose not to, but who would choose that? Choose not to be of use, servers, pride?

Can God die?

The Ayon, a guided marble palace as far as the eye could see, large gaping walkways suited for titans. Surrounded by golden pastures and crystal waters, it's halls were always bustling, be it angels following their masters like puppy's looking for scraps of affection, or carrying out whatever self-important task given to them. 'To serve is to be happy, and to die is to be blessed.'

For servants of the gods this was how it had always been, brigh and dignified a life. To be loved and cherished, in awe of and to exalt. But what were the gods anyway? Where did they come from? Why were they so important? What did they do? TABOO, TABOO! Nobody talked about that, rude, rude.

Among the ranks and ranks for angels, those I'm chafe of order, of the elements, of the time, and celestial body. When time began we were here, and then? We were always here, doing everything. When did... how did? What are... the gods?

These were the ramblings of the few, the black winged, the angles who didn't serve or fanned. The ramblings of the disillusioned, the uncontrolled.

"Can the gods die?" Ter thought as he sat in the corridor kicking his feet in the waters below.