Something evil, something good
"Where do the gods go when they die?"
The sun is rising slow this morn; it casts wary shadows amidst a war torn world, and the demon smirks.
"Will they ever gain their deity back?"
"Perhaps," is his answer and she shifts against the stone at her back. "When they remember why mortals raised them to power; the god of famine wasn't always the god of famine."
She ponders that; he hands her an apple and she grasps it in her long fingers. "She once filled fields with grain. They must remember love and loyalty then, yes? Maybe even humility." At his nod, she asks her next question. "And if they don't recall their purpose?"
His teeth nigh glow, broken and fanged. "Then they become like me."
She sees it somewhere behind his heavy gaze; there was something good there, once...