Divine Tyranny

At the dawn of time, there was only darkness and chaos. From this primordial ooze, the gods emerged as a blazing light and burned the darkness away, dismembered existence that was to forge it anew. They set stars in the skies and the sun on its path, created the mountains and oceans. Once the world was born, the gods toiled to fill it with mortal life - an act of creation for which every living thing still owes a debt.   Or so they say.   Gods rule the world from Lagash, the one and holy city. Mortals pray and labor ceaselessly to repaid their creators, sacrificing their body and mind to divine appetites and demands. In the shadows, the fearful whisper among themselves; who will be next?   Beyond the golden gates of Lagash, far away from the light and festivals, ruins ancient beyond reckoning lie hidden in places to even the gods. Divine monsters stalk the twilight, hunting mortals for sport and to keep the truth from bleeding out from wounds in the world.   This is the way it has been and the way it will always be. The gods rule the world, and will always do so. Every mortal ever born owes a debt of creation, and will spend their entire lives repaying it.   ...Or so they say.   A whisper of dissent has begun to spread, in the prayer slums and in the forgotten wilds. It grows to a shout before the executioner's axe drops.  

Death to the Divine Tyrants! The Age of Gods will end, and we will be free!