The mortal looked up at the Goddess, that holy creature. Divinity dripped from every pore.
“Of all the Gods, you were my favorite. You were the one I would’ve like to worship most.”
“I know.” Her voice rang loud. “That is why I have come for you. I was your favorite, yet you didn’t worship because you didn’t believe. Now Mortal, Do you believe?”
And the mortal shook his head, “Standing before you now, there is no such thing as faith. I have not the ability, nor the freedom, to believe. I only know.”
And the Goddess devoured the mortal whole, and the mortal accepted his fate. The mortal might have even liked it. For every mortal will perish, and he was able to go gloriously by the teeth of the only immortal he had ever wished was real.