what if your patron god was the god of war. what if your people rose as the most terrifying undead known, creating more of their kind, should they fall in battle. what if the other ancestries only learned this after deciding that your god must have made you inherently violent, inherently a threat, and waged their own war against you, to wipe you out before you ever had the thought to fight, yourself. what if they were slaughtered by raging infernos of people whose minds were no longer their own, who would kill anyone holding a weapon near them - including their own former allies. what if the others backed off, stopped their war, promised peace, so long as *you* didn't fight? what if they didn't listen when you told them you'd never wanted this. what if, centuries or millennia down the line, your people are urged to be bodyguards, mercenaries, gladiators, to "redirect your violent urges", to "keep you sated", all assigned healer-handlers to keep you from falling and rising from ash. what if you see your god both as the slaughter that fell so many years past, and the long, tedious, quiet fight that might yet free you from the burden of that history. what if he was married to love and wanderlust. what if he protected his children and yours. what if everyone else saw him only as something that must be tamed.