Gods created men, but Colt made them equal.

It used to mean that all are equal in their ability to defend themselves when handed a Colt gun. As Samuel Colt Jr, I brought a new twist to my family's slogan when I made the Godslayer.

Now Colt made men and gods equal.

Now, gods can die just like men thanks to the Godslayer, and it became my main business, killing immortals and gods who felt they lived too long and wanted to die like a mortal, while I handed over the Colt Manufacturing Company to my younger brother.

Today, the Greek goddess before has a different request than the usual.

"You, Godslayer, I would like to contract you to kill my husband. I have cursed all his lovers and jinxed all the children these lovers have borne him, but he never ever stops being the biggest horndog of Olympia!"

"Hera, are you asking me to kill Zeus for you? Have you brought him here?" I asked.

"You'll have to find Zeus, all I know is that he isn't Olympia, but hooking up with yet another girl on the mortal plane."

"Hera, with all due respect, I provide assisted suicides for gods, I am not a hunter. The gods come to me to die, I do not go out of my way to hunt down immortals."

"I can turn you into a slug if you refuse to take on this job," Hera glared, her eyes now burning coals of fire.

So I offered her my Godslayer and taught her how to use it. God-hunting really wasn't my forte at all. I think she got what she wanted, because the word spread and now many gods wanted me to forge them a Godslayer to kill each other. Sharing that power I forged was like opening a Pandora's Box, I could not take it back from the gods who bought it from me to murder each other en masse.

Time traveller from the future, if you are reading this, I am sorry for bringing about the collapse of the Heavens and the 2nd Apocalypse.