Why was he here?
The God had been pulled here, tugged by an unseen force.
But he could see it.
When he arrived, the God saw another standing in front of him. He radiated power. After a glance, the God recognized him. How could he not? He had seen him almost every night, giving advice, guarding him from his own.
If the God could know fear, he would have in that moment because of the boy's hard expression.
Alas, he could not. He had given up those things long ago. Only anger and determination existed in him now.
So he laughed. He chuckled and chortled, the entire world only existing for his dark amusement. Everything in the world amused him to a greater or lesser degree, and the things that did not...
Well, let's just say that they did not stay in the world for long.
But the boy's hard face remained, which confused him. Quietly, he inquired why.
The boy answered, in his own way.
He said, "You have been negligent in your role as king. And while I hate to do this, I cannot strip that role from you. But what I can do..."
And the God understood. He was to be cast out. But that wouldn't happen. He wouldn't let it.
Ÿ̷̩͘ọ̶̣͈͓̏̇̈́̎u̵̦͉͇̾͆͘͜͜͝͠ ̵̹̈́͂͝c̸̣̮̘͗a̵̢̛̲̞̐n̴̨̊̌n̴̠͖͎̂̿ơ̸̧͕͇̈́̎̋t̵̺̯͕͕̐ ̶̛̛̬͚͖̖̏̓d̷̙͕̰̣̦̅͂ő̸̻̫̻̐͑͝ ̴͉̕t̷̳̲̯͖̱͛̃̓͝ḥ̶̰͚͓̃́̃̀i̶̲̻̪̎̀̋͆͂š̵̲͔̠̃̀!̸̗͋̑ ̸̻͇̫̥̂̃͑̃
̶̣̞͙͑͗ͅ
̶̺͑͊̈́͠
̶̹̙̂Ỉ̵̳̤̮̯̬̾ ̷̼͚̓̽ā̵̧̛̳m̶͉̫̕ ̴̛̥͎͊̈à̸̻̌͝ ̶̥̖͖̍͗̏̈́͜͠ĝ̷̼̲̭͈̠͐̋͠o̷͔̹̗̫͊́̋͊̈́d̷̻͕̐͊́̌͝!̷̟̑ ̷̹̘̜͚̌͗
̶́̑ͅ
̸̧̳̘͑̾͑͝Ȁ̷̖̖̙͈̈́̋̀̈́ ̴͎̪́̃͒k̴̨̨͖͙͖̓̃į̷̝́͑̿̑̕n̸̺͍͙͍͒̄g̸̱͇̦̬̠̀̉!̴̨̼͎͗͌͛
The boy's face hardened more.
"You are not the king of me."
And with that he pushed gently with his hand, casting the God down from the sky, into the mortal world below.
As he fell, the God's appearance, one of Ink and Mist and Shadow, melted off of him. He felt his power draining, and he tried, desperately, to teleport away, turn into a raven or a crow or a million other things but he couldn't. His cane, a long stick of black iron with a ball of silver on top, fell with him, his symbol of power falling with the disgraced God.
As he fell, he felt warmth spreading from his chest to the rest of his body. You think you can't feel your blood's warmth, but trust me. You feel it when it's gone.
As he hit the ground, the rest of his power, but a shadow of a shadow of what he once was, exploded in violent force.
And the Earth rippled like water, and the God felt pain for the first time.
But did it?
He had lost touch with reality. It seemed like he had wings but did he really? He didn't know what was real because he knew, deep down, that none of it was.
And the former god, now just a man, fell into unconsciousness, into a world of comfortable darkness he had never experienced before.