I feel like the gods did care about their demigod children.
There, I said it.
The gods guided their kids through their lives, their quests, their worst moments
Their deaths.
They got attached to children that would leave them.
Children they would never see again.
Children they loved.
Children they cared for.
Children they protected.
Children that were theirs.
Truly theirs.
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So somewhere between the centuries, the milenia, the eons of that happening, the hurt got too much for them to handle.
The knowing they would have to leave them.
The knowing they will see their kids grow old, lose themselves, die.
Die
Something they you would never experience.
And somewhere in that time you stopped caring
You stopped loving.
You stopped being there.
Thinking that way it would hurt less
Thinking that way you'd forget easier
Thinking that way all your kids would be safer.
Were they even your kids anymore?
They didn't consider you a parent
You barely considered yourself a person
And you thought the damage would eventually leave you.
Thinking that maybe, just maybe, if you left them be on their own, things would turn out better.
Things would finally make sense for you.
But they never did.
Not truly.
Afterall, once you have been immortal for so long the only thing you can do is wait.
Wait for them to shrivel up, to rot, to get somewhere they could be happy
Something that would never happen to you.
Can you even be happy?
Do you deserve to?
After you have been immortal for that long the only thing you can do is remember.
So you remember.
You remember every brutal death, every dream they had, every story they were a part of.
But after a while you start to forget.
There's only so much you can remember.
So, tell me, god, what will you do when you forget where they are buried?
What will you do when you forget their face?
