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From the moment Dream came to life, born of the prayers of mortals—they asked for a saviour that would grant their wishes of gold coin and peacetime—the Seven Gods of Creation whispered in his ear, “You’re a god. You’re a god. You are a god.”
At the time, he didn’t know what it meant to be raised among these gods, as one of them; all that he knew was he was made to wear uncomfortable formal clothes, sit at altars and listen to mortal’s pleas, laughing at it behind everyone’s back.
They really thought he cared about them? Of course not. They were mortal, and he was a god.
In his mind, mortal’s only purpose was to be born, beg and plead for all their lives, create more of their useless kind, then die.
But who could listen to their pleas and pretend to care? Gods. Gods could grant their wishes, so mortals had to respect them, but gods never had to respect mortals. They just didn’t.
It had taken him a decade since his birth to realise that, and, even though most gods didn’t keep note of their age—they found it futile, since, what was one year to an eternal life?—he did. He always marked down each and every year as it passed.
After eighty more years, he adopted the position of the Eighth God of the Seven—now Eight—Gods of Creation, having grinned maliciously during his coronation in the field of black dahlias.
Over the next decade, Dream didn’t do anything new—just kept going to listen to the silly begging of mortals, smirking when he denied their wishes, though growing frustrated when another god was around, and he was forced to accept it.
The only thing that changed was that he was now a god, like, a real god. He had the power to take lives and end them as he pleased, with a flick of his wrist. He had the power to watch mortals and their petty little lives.
He used to be Sun God, always laughing when mortals placed offerings at his altar during the winter, waiting for the sun to return in spring. However, over time, the other gods began disappearing—first it was only one, then another, and before he knew it, there were only three left: Him, the God of War, and the God of Nature, their names long since lost to time.
Later, he was informed that they disappeared because they violated a pact between the Seven(he wasn’t included because he was a younger god, and newborn or younger gods were not allowed to kneel to the God of Contracts; elderly gods had the choice to kneel, out of respect, but present gods were forced to kneel).
Some of them violated the rule of forbidden love with a mortal, and, not only was the god punished, but the wife and any children were also divinely executed.
Sometimes, it was a curse, where they lost their powers and were exiled, but other times, they were executed. When a god was cursed or executed, their powers were stripped away from them, and passed along to the next.
Other gods were found guilty of tyranny, others betrayal, though one thing was the same: All were tried in front of the god who created the pact, the god who knew the pact all too well, the God of Contracts, and, every time, they were found guilty.