Old gods

So this week the prompt is ‘Old gods’, and my short effort is below…

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We thought we would live forever, that things would always be this way, that they would always believe and that would be enough.

We strode the world, wielding such power and how they worshipped us. It was never going to end.

Oh how wrong we were.

 Those before us had warned us, as we crushed them, consigning them to myth. We were new and reckless, but you know how things are when you’re young. You think you know better. That isn’t to say we didn’t have a great time, we did. But oh it was over quicker than we could believe. You must have read the stories and seen the idols. We did that. We did all of that. We did everything..

Did you see that business with the minotaur? Yes? Well that was one of mine. How brilliant was that.

“You can’t mix a bull and a man,” they said. “That’s messed up.” They laughed, said it was silly and unnecessary, and that I should have some wine, try the grapes, they were apparently really good.

Well I showed them didn’t I.

And don’t get me started on me and Aphrodite. Those new boys thought they were better than us, that they weren’t interested in such temptations, but that’s what the boys who don’t get invited to the cool orgies always say isn’t it.

Well screw them, their time will come, and when it does they still won’t have been to any great parties or wild orgies and they will be left with…with…

What exactly will they be left with? I don’t think they’ve done a very good job. It all looks pretty messed up from where I’m sitting. And you know what…shall I tell you?

The orderly reached over and pulled a blanket across the knees of the old man. He tucked it in tight around his knees and wheeled the chair towards the small table for two in front of the wide window. The rain fell heavily from dark grey skies and lightning lit up the night in the distance.

“Would you like some pudding?” the orderly asked. “Then we’ll get you to bed shall we Mr Z.”