Being a god was difficult, especially if it was not a path chosen for oneself.
Lazarak was born a god. He had no say in it. One moment he did not exist, and the next he simply was.
His nature came with him. He never chose to be good or evil, never chose which path to walk or which flaws to bear.
His nature decided. It was set in stone against his will.
This reminded him of Damon's belief.
'We are not asked to be born'
Yet as he gazed upon the altars of war scattered across the land, Lazarak felt gratitude.
He was glad he had been born a peaceful god. He was thankful that his nature did not demand conquest or bloodshed.
Sometimes he wondered why the Goddess of Doom would create a god of peace in a world drowning in war.
Of all things, he was older. He was first.
Peace was older than war.
Lazarak hated how peace had become the justification for war.
He was tired. Deeply tired.
Why could the world not simply rest.
The problem was simple.
The solution was not.
