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It seemed like fate was determined to insult them at every turn. There was no other way to explain this horrendous run of terrible luck. For such an elevated being, a powerhouse of the very cosmos, none of this kind of stuff was supposed to happen. This rotten destiny was more befitting for mortals, those useless little creatures that skittered across the crusts of planets. Fate should have been grinding those bugs within their fist, not a respectable entity like them! But regardless of the moans and anger, what happened had happened. It is just a lot to take in.

It all started with a duel, a cosmic scuffle, if you will. Two great beings run into each other in the vast nothingness and disagree how the stars should be aligned and how reality should be woven. What starts with reasonable debate had led to harsh words, which was not uncommon. The insane escalation to all out violence, however, was a bit uncalled for. Perhaps that particular god had been having a bad day, not really sure how else to describe it. Things get out of hand, they tried to beat their foe into submission, and instead wound up getting torn to pieces in the chaos. Unpleasant, but by no means lethal for such an entity. This was more of an insult, a spit in the face, where then the winner stormed off to fix this chunk of space to their liking. Quite rude, but once they reassembled their torn flesh, they would be ready to enact some well earned vengeance. However, fate and gravity had caught a chunk of them, and started pulling them to some horrible little planet. Such forces normally didn't bother them in the slightest, but when reduced to a floating cloud of gore, they couldn't fight back. They tried their best to gather their strength and pull themself together in time, but it was too late. Gravity won and they started plummeting to the planet's surface.

Falling to this wretched planet was a real pain, but it would be nothing more than a nasty setback. Now stuck in a mortal realm, they would be forced to put themselves together without being caught by the local pests and also avoid starting any obnoxious cults. These wretched creatures had small minds that broke at the slightest truth, and also had a tendency to latch onto the smallest cosmic crumb with a feverish obsession. If any of these annoying creatures found their sacred flesh, then no doubt they would whisk it away to lock up in some temple and flap their gross tongues at in some foul attempt at prayer. Then they would have to take their partially formed body and retrieve their missing piece, as they couldn't go home to the stars without all things in order. It would involve annihilating another stupid cult and listening to the worms scream and beg in terror. Younger entities would find it amusing, but they had been around long enough to find it so pathetic and bothersome. And it looked like this was what was going to happen, as they found their pieces falling upon a populated area. Ho boy, here we go. Once they splattered down, it would only be a matter of time before someone scooped them up and started screaming about the cosmos and the flesh of god. These things can't come up with anything else, can they?

Now here is where the real mockery occurred, where the fates really had a good laugh. It wasn't bad enough that they were going to fall near some pathetic civilization, but it appeared it was near a facility that they prepared food. Fields of mindless bovines chewing vegetation, and some outdated factory churning animals into meat. Or more specifically, an outdated factory with terrible sanitation practices and open grinders. Their precious chunks fell into this wretched place, and the tiny brained humans simply scooped these fallen meat pieces off the floor and tossed them in with the rest! Mistaking their godly flesh as that of mere beasts?! A greater insult has never been uttered! So into the meat grinder went their chunks, but that wasn't the worst of it. Their blood fell upon the fields, painting the vegetation. Just as useless as their two-legged brothers, these dumb bovines kept gnawing away at it and swallowed the bloodstained grass. Now many parts of them were stuck in countless cows, while the other fragments were being fed into a primitive machine. Reduced to bloody ground beef, with their sacred flesh diluted within this foul paste. In time, the cows would be slaughtered too, and more of their body would be added to this cruel joke.

By the time, they regained enough of their pieces to at least function, the worst blow had been dealt. Though a small wad of meat was able to wriggle out of the production line and escape the hooting apes and their grasping digits, the rest of them was packaged and sold over the course of weeks, spreading every drop of blood and flesh across this horrible land. One batch of tainted cows was ground up and sold to this corner, while the next batch was ground up and sold to that corner. The very essence of their being scattered like stardust, forced to suffer the humiliating fate of being put on store shelves and consumed by these filthy animals. These mindless beasts would gobble up this sacred essence without realizing the honor they were unfitting to receive, and store it within their blasphemous guts. They would go on living their useless lives, while they had to suffer the most horrid of fates. But no, they would not give up here. A being like them wouldn't just quit and let these monkeys violate their body like this.

Cobbling together a body took a long time, especially working with such diluted essence and inferior materials. What they scrounged together was laughable, but it would have to do. Now was the task of rebuilding their body, and getting home, but that was no easy task. Finding all their pieces would be arduous, and this mortal flesh is a poor substitute. It would take a whole lot of meat to get them even close to complete, but right now they wouldn't think too much on that. It was time to start reclaiming their power and essence, as well as blow off a whole lot of steam. These horrible creatures would get what is coming to them, and more. Reducing them to a bloody paste would be fun, now that they were driven to such horrible lows. Maybe there is joy in grinding these bugs to a bloody pulp. Or maybe it was just a way to make this ordeal less grueling. Find the creatures, rip them to shreds and add them to your own mass. Find the essence locked away in stores, or trapped inside foul cuisine. Collect it, add to the mass, and maybe they could finally get home. But once again, mortal flesh is very poor in rebuilding a god, so many sacrifices will need to be made....

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This is an old one, just a silly little idea I had once. Not much else to say!

Description

It seemed like fate was determined to insult them at every turn. There was no other way to explain this horrendous run of terrible luck. For such an elevated being, a powerhouse of the very cosmos, none of this kind of stuff was supposed to happen. This rotten destiny was more befitting for mortals, those useless little creatures that skittered across the crusts of planets. Fate should have been grinding those bugs within their fist, not a respectable entity like them! But regardless of the moans and anger, what happened had happened. It is just a lot to take in.

It all started with a duel, a cosmic scuffle, if you will. Two great beings run into each other in the vast nothingness and disagree how the stars should be aligned and how reality should be woven. What starts with reasonable debate had led to harsh words, which was not uncommon. The insane escalation to all out violence, however, was a bit uncalled for. Perhaps that particular god had been having a bad day, not really sure how else to describe it. Things get out of hand, they tried to beat their foe into submission, and instead wound up getting torn to pieces in the chaos. Unpleasant, but by no means lethal for such an entity. This was more of an insult, a spit in the face, where then the winner stormed off to fix this chunk of space to their liking. Quite rude, but once they reassembled their torn flesh, they would be ready to enact some well earned vengeance. However, fate and gravity had caught a chunk of them, and started pulling them to some horrible little planet. Such forces normally didn't bother them in the slightest, but when reduced to a floating cloud of gore, they couldn't fight back. They tried their best to gather their strength and pull themself together in time, but it was too late. Gravity won and they started plummeting to the planet's surface.

Falling to this wretched planet was a real pain, but it would be nothing more than a nasty setback. Now stuck in a mortal realm, they would be forced to put themselves together without being caught by the local pests and also avoid starting any obnoxious cults. These wretched creatures had small minds that broke at the slightest truth, and also had a tendency to latch onto the smallest cosmic crumb with a feverish obsession. If any of these annoying creatures found their sacred flesh, then no doubt they would whisk it away to lock up in some temple and flap their gross tongues at in some foul attempt at prayer. Then they would have to take their partially formed body and retrieve their missing piece, as they couldn't go home to the stars without all things in order. It would involve annihilating another stupid cult and listening to the worms scream and beg in terror. Younger entities would find it amusing, but they had been around long enough to find it so pathetic and bothersome. And it looked like this was what was going to happen, as they found their pieces falling upon a populated area. Ho boy, here we go. Once they splattered down, it would only be a matter of time before someone scooped them up and started screaming about the cosmos and the flesh of god. These things can't come up with anything else, can they?

Now here is where the real mockery occurred, where the fates really had a good laugh. It wasn't bad enough that they were going to fall near some pathetic civilization, but it appeared it was near a facility that they prepared food. Fields of mindless bovines chewing vegetation, and some outdated factory churning animals into meat. Or more specifically, an outdated factory with terrible sanitation practices and open grinders. Their precious chunks fell into this wretched place, and the tiny brained humans simply scooped these fallen meat pieces off the floor and tossed them in with the rest! Mistaking their godly flesh as that of mere beasts?! A greater insult has never been uttered! So into the meat grinder went their chunks, but that wasn't the worst of it. Their blood fell upon the fields, painting the vegetation. Just as useless as their two-legged brothers, these dumb bovines kept gnawing away at it and swallowed the bloodstained grass. Now many parts of them were stuck in countless cows, while the other fragments were being fed into a primitive machine. Reduced to bloody ground beef, with their sacred flesh diluted within this foul paste. In time, the cows would be slaughtered too, and more of their body would be added to this cruel joke.

By the time, they regained enough of their pieces to at least function, the worst blow had been dealt. Though a small wad of meat was able to wriggle out of the production line and escape the hooting apes and their grasping digits, the rest of them was packaged and sold over the course of weeks, spreading every drop of blood and flesh across this horrible land. One batch of tainted cows was ground up and sold to this corner, while the next batch was ground up and sold to that corner. The very essence of their being scattered like stardust, forced to suffer the humiliating fate of being put on store shelves and consumed by these filthy animals. These mindless beasts would gobble up this sacred essence without realizing the honor they were unfitting to receive, and store it within their blasphemous guts. They would go on living their useless lives, while they had to suffer the most horrid of fates. But no, they would not give up here. A being like them wouldn't just quit and let these monkeys violate their body like this.

Cobbling together a body took a long time, especially working with such diluted essence and inferior materials. What they scrounged together was laughable, but it would have to do. Now was the task of rebuilding their body, and getting home, but that was no easy task. Finding all their pieces would be arduous, and this mortal flesh is a poor substitute. It would take a whole lot of meat to get them even close to complete, but right now they wouldn't think too much on that. It was time to start reclaiming their power and essence, as well as blow off a whole lot of steam. These horrible creatures would get what is coming to them, and more. Reducing them to a bloody paste would be fun, now that they were driven to such horrible lows. Maybe there is joy in grinding these bugs to a bloody pulp. Or maybe it was just a way to make this ordeal less grueling. Find the creatures, rip them to shreds and add them to your own mass. Find the essence locked away in stores, or trapped inside foul cuisine. Collect it, add to the mass, and maybe they could finally get home. But once again, mortal flesh is very poor in rebuilding a god, so many sacrifices will need to be made....

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This is an old one, just a silly little idea I had once. Not much else to say!