A God of Wrath & Lies

Trauma is haunting. Twisted It can take nearly everything we have, can't it? All that we are... at least mine did. Since my dog died I've been cursed with these dreams of blood and pain. I begin to lose touch with reality. Things that were once clear are now foggy. Why has the God of Death plagued my life with loss? I despise the gods I've been raised to worship, they give nothing but rot and sadness. So why do I find myself crossing into the realm of gods and entertaining these same ethereal beings? These three males will be the end of me.