I'm going to tell you a secret. The gods are real. All of them. And they want you dead. Yes, you. Don't take it personally, they want all of us dead. Well, maybe not all of us but a lot of us. Why? Because we loved them once. We used to sacrifice to them. Food, animals, ourselves. Not so much anymore. We stopped believing in them, kicked them to the curb and forgot about them, but they haven't forgotten us. They need us, need the energy we gave them through sacrifice, energy they used to gain magic, power, and immortality. See, the gods aren't gods without us. So they came up with a plan. War. If we went to war against each other, they could take the dead as sacrifice. So they manipulated us, infiltrated our governments and possessed the minds of our leaders. They played us against each other. It was a good plan and it worked well. Until I found out. Oh that sounded tough, didn't it? Honestly, I'm nothing special. I don't have super powers or inhuman strength. What I do have is a little magic and enough knowledge to fight them, hunt them. I may even have allies, gods who claim they're on our side, but I'm not sure yet. It's hard to trust a god of thunder who looks so damn good in his leather pants.