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In this world, there was nothing more dangerous than a grudge.
Perhaps that was what made supreme ghosts so terrifying- all of the drive and enthusiasm of a god, oriented not at items or skills but at holding a grudge.
Holding a grudge and seeing its resolution through.
No god could be said to be without an obsession or two. It was a necessary prerequisite for ascension, after all. Gods may have dressed themselves in the fineries of social strata, but deep down they all held a passion deeper than most could ever hold a candle to. And for that passion to be dedicated not to refinement of a talent, but to enacting change upon the world...
Not one supreme wasn’t a god-killer.
Ironically, the one with the cleanest hands rained blood. After all, he didn’t really kill any gods, now did he? He didn’t lay a finger on them.
He just helped them keep their end of the bargain.
...Once upon a time, a man-made calamity killed an entire dynasty of gods. He picked them off one by one. Was it because he couldn’t afford to be bolder, or did he seek to implant terror in the hearts of his next victims?
Guesses could be made, but the world would never know.
Still, if the day ever came that the Red calamity was so murderously roused...
The world would never forget it.