Permission Slips

"What was on that paper?" We were in the street I figured I could ask the Fire God how a blank slip of paper convinced Morain to let me go. The Fire God and I were walking the street, no one seemingly giving her a second look, it was enough to have me worry my mania had created a new personality and I was actually still just freezing in a cell.

"Nothing to you and I, to those lessers it had what they wanted to see, just like to everyone else I look like an older gentleman with a slight limp, to you, you see closer to what I really look like." I felt at one point better and worse because this explanation also fit "I'm having a psychotic break" perfectly as well.

"Wait closer to what you actually look like?"

"My real form would burn your eyes from their sockets."

"Oh."

"Yeah you people have the weakest bodies around, part of the cosmic joke that is your existence. It is kind of funny without you, God's would not exist, and without us, you would probably all be dead from something else anyway, we have a weird symbiotic relationship." I frowned.

"You say that I'm not a god?" I had figured with the power restriction and general weirdness I was in the club! But apparently there are some restrictions.

"You are not, not yet anyway, see the thing is about being a god Trezlan is we aren't technically alive like you are, ok sort of alive your necromancy makes it impossible to determine exactly what you are at this point, but you are not a full god." We were walking at a good clip somewhere, I couldn't exactly tell where since I was following and the Fire God was leading, I hoped she knew where we were going, we had gone from a nicer part of town to an ugly one.

"So if I kill myself I could become a god?" It seemed like a good trade, well good of course being a nebulous term here.

"No, well I don't think so, I wouldn't kill yourself that seems like a bad idea." I have to admit if the Fire God was set to become the God of our world I wanted one with a bit more omniscience. I guess that's another limitation of being a god.

"Where are we going?" I noticed we had gone from bad part of town to extremely ugly part of town, like a part I wouldn't go in even if I was fully armed which I was not.

"Well the other part of being a god is you have to do trials, so welcome to yours." A part of the ground gave way and I fell for what seemed like forever. I eventually splashed down into muck I'd prefer to not speak about and could see I was in a cavern far below the world. And I didn't have my magic since the whole vengeance thing. Have I mentioned I hate gods? I hate gods.