"No-oo! I apologized! Why should I be punished in this way?!" A god wearing ripped robes was on his knees begging for his life. Edite glared down at the god who would dare try to back out now.
"There comes a point in time where you can no longer be forgiven for your apologies. Did the apology change your behavior? Did you honestly regret your actions?" Edite forcefully asked the god.
He didn't expect an actual answer to his questions. This man had once been his friend. The betrayal he felt only fueled his rage.
The god looked down at the ground and then back up to the windowless cell that had been his home the last few days. When was the last time he had reflected on himself.
"They are just lower world trash! Why do you treat them so much better than me, a god?" The god spat at the feet of Edite. No, he could not change his base beliefs. He was a great and powerful god. People should bow before him.
