" This is a tale as old as time."
" Long, long ago, when the heavens used to nurture mortal realm like a growing plant.
One ordinary day, in the court of the heavenly lord. Spoke a bored god," Your majesty, perhaps we should let mortal realm be. For, to give mortals an opportunity to become self-reliant."
The God who uttered those words, were one of the most reliable subordinate of the heavenly lord, the God of Wisdom himself.
Thus, began the heavenly lord's dilema.
On one hand, he wanted to look out for the fragile humankind. On the other hand, the weight of his subordinate's words stole his rest.
Though, at the end, because of some unknown reasons, he decided to close the gates of heaven.
Leaving the mortal world unattended for centuries.
A few more decades past, a new heavenly lord came into succession.
And a few more decades later, he decided to take a quick look at the mortal realm.
His decision a fruit of curiosity and leisure.
But what he found, shocked him to his core.
Humans no longer believed in gods.
All signs of them, erased from the face of earth.
Barely anyone prayed or made offerings.
In a state of urgency, he summoned all his subordinates and a heated discussion followed suite.
Lasting for about ten days in human time.
The conclusion all the gathered men and women came was single.
" Make them believe."
But for how to do so? Was the next question.
With different minds and different visions working together, the final choice was completely on the heavenly lord.
Who, declared unwaveringly.
" From this moment on, each newly appointed god is to visit mortal world. Find hundred, firm believers of his designated department. Otherwise, he won't be appointed."
This caused quite a ruckus in the heavenly realm. With each god requesting his majesty to decrease the number.
Alas, his majesty reduced it to fifty.
Still, for a heavenly being to-"
"Excuse me."
The heavenly deity was interrupted by the meerkat.
Who asked him without blinking.
As if staring into his soul.
"Aren't gods supposed to be immortal and born. Not, appointed."
'This guy is such a weird person. Pick up any normal person and they would surely agree.'
' Since, when we're gods appointed.'
These were the thoughts of the young lad.
Whose suspicion only grew with each passing minute.
" Ha!"
The deity let out an annoyed sound, while actively rolling his eyes.
Speaking with pro-max level of arrogance.
" Says the mortal"
" Well, you are not to be blamed. For mortals are just born incompetent."
"But-"
" Silence!"
"Still.. there's hope for you under the grace of this deity.
The deity walked away from him as he snapped his fingers twice.
Thus, freeing the writer and healing his outer wounds.
Just enough for him to move, not to stop hurting.
"Follow me." The deity spoke.
" There's a long journey ahead of us."
He continued while looking at the tall trees, like an adventurer.
The writer got up while groaning with each move.
Lightly patted his body and spoke without hesitation.
" Uhm, no."
" What did you say?"
The deity asked, with a sharp turn.
But writer knew very well, this wasn't a question.
If this guy could heal him.
He could surely beat the life out of him. Maybe hit him even harder than the bandits.
" Mortal, my patience is dwindling."
The deity spoke as he approached him with tall strides.
Now, that he was no longer floating like a hot air balloon.
The intimidation also inflated.
For, the deity only spoke tall words and he was even shorter than the writer.
'Ah! Someone shorter than me feels good- no, no!'
' This is not the time for that. Excuse, think of an excuse.'
The writer, who surely couldn't just say, " I don't want to" and that " You still sound shady" worked the wheels of his brain.
"Umm, ever heard of stranger danger?"
The writer murmured in a low voice.
The deity: "Why did I choose you?"
" I am genuinely appalled by your stupidity."
Extra:
Writer: "What are you 4'9"
Deity: "Why, should I send you 6ft under!"
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At the end, the mortal was dragged by the deity.