He’s just a child.

Can you please just let him win?

We will compensate you.

I picked my teeth with a femur and dislodged a canvas sneaker out of my molar. They’d made a compelling argument. I’d especially enjoyed the offer of them ceding the western temples to me. All those worshipers, all those sacrifices, all that sweet sweet adoration. The western lands were bountiful in the summer, people became complacent and less came to me with their offerings and pleading words. Even one summer as reigning deity in those temples and I would be set for decades.

A young hero with the experience to become a formidable foe to engage your sunset years.

Let the fellow cut his teeth on your sword, you will be doing him a favor.

Three summers with the western temples.

I’d sent them away without a formal answer. The small hero would be to me by his next afternoon. I had to admit to languishing in boredom for several eons now. One does get tired watching the same show year after year: they are born, they discover hormones, they freak out about retirement funds, they trade their souls to make the remainder of their lives comfortable. On and on it goes. A hero did provide a measure of entertainment.

I flossed out some over gelled hair from a canine.

God answers all prayers, just sometimes the answer is “no”. Same goes for demon gods.

Really they should force feed kids less sugary food. My own blood sugar was going to crash and the mighty demon king would need a mighty demon king nap.