Tldr
Arepo the farmer builds a tiny altar and a god of humble but sort of useless beauties takes up residence, warning Arepo that he can’t really do anything for Arepo. Despite this, Arepo is devoted to this god and gives him regular offerings. Later, Arepo dies in a war. A stranger comes by and asks the god what he should do with Arepo’s body. The God says that he should be buried under the altar, but warns that he can’t repay him, because he is a useless god. The stranger replies that the god WAS useful, he was the god of Arepo. A hundred years later, Arepo becomes a god himself, the god of small devotions and eternal loyalty. He inhabits the altar with the god of Arepo, because he’s still devoted to him.
GNU Sir Terry
I like the story, and I like the afterlife it implies. Where everyone gets to be the god of something after they died.
Although that will lead to millions of gods, so maybe it’s best not to think too much about that.
I would like to be the god of temporary, drawn-on tattoos, the ones scribbled on hands and arms during lulls in class or in moments of boredom, whose enjoyment is measured in moments and are forgotten as soon as they’re washed away.
F*$%ing beautiful story. Also feels like something from a dnd campaign and I want to use it
That was moving. Thanks for sharing.