
I didn't set out to be a terrible god. Feeding the hungry, inspiring speeches, fashionable sandals—it was going to be the JC playbook all the way. But it turns out that I am not a merciful god. I'm a petty, vindictive god prone to extreme temper tantrums.
At least I'd fit in perfectly in the ancient Greek pantheon—maybe Dionysus could use a sidekick? That would be handy, since I am actually looking for work, now that I've resigned from my gig in Fata Deum.