TO THOSE WHO CALLED ME A FRIEND // Byriath's Writings

[Byriath]

ENTRY NO. 1. GODS.

MANY have asked me,
"do you believe in gods?" To which I respond, and quite simply, "Who would believe in paltry deities, in fate predestined?" And those who asked would scoff, call me a heretic, and leave. They never think to listen as to why I refuse to believe in a higher power. Perhaps it is for the best. I would hate to know where a god would go after they die.

Yes, I am a God. You do not see it in the way I walk, talk, or dress. But I am a divine being. Holy, and yet, Unholy as well. I humble myself by living among mortals, among men and women and armies. My nature defines me as that of War, and thus, wherever war is, I will go. I will command, raid, pillage. I will kill and watch my men die. I have hosted funerals, made bonds, and lost people I truly loved.

To be a god is not a blessing, but a curse. To those who are, and to those who know. And that is why this book will be hidden from view. So that no mortal or god may know of my curse.

— Byriath.