"Don't you find it strange how the god of craving is acting in such a lustful way? If they came into existence because of craving, why are they acting lustful?" The man asked.
"Hmm?? Could it be that they aren't just made up of their concept?"
"Right and wrong, they're evolving, or in a more negative term, deviating from what they were born from."
The boy's eyes shined in realization. "So the god of justice isn't acting because.. he just doesn't want to? Wow what a piece of shit." The boy sighed.
The man looked at him helplessly, "I-I guess you could say that."
"Hmm, so what kind of name would the god of craving have if they were in our time?" The boy leaned back in thought.
"Maybe 'Lust that Craves Justice'?" The man said out loud. "Sound about right." The boy said.
"So what happens next? Don't tell me you're going to leave me on a cliffhanger? I don't think you want me to call you a Thirsty Scheming Old Bastard, right?"
The man shook his head, "You didn't need to threaten me, I would have continued either way."
The god of emotion had gone mad, and such madness was slowly affecting the other gods. And on a very silent night, in which the moon shone ever so bright, the god of emotion stared at the moon in a daze. Beautiful silver flowers bloomed underneath them, and grass, which was green, had also began to turn a silver hue.
The god of emotion was no more, now called the god of madness, but such a name bothered the abomination greatly.
"God of emotion, god of madness, god whatever. I am not emotions nor madness, I am simply me… So why must I have such titles. I sickens me, oh it sickens me so."
The god took their gaze off of the moon, and looked down at the blooming flowers. "Kaizer Plu.." the god muttered, it was the name of the silver flowers in which it adored as much as it's lover.
"Haha, Kaizer, that's what I shall call myself. What a wonderful world." The god laughed madly.