Introduction
I am Titan. I am a god.
I was created at the birth of the universe by Cu’ul. I am not alone. I work with other gods to watch over the human population. We are to maintain a thriving society for humanity, and for a long time it worked. That was until around 50,000 BCE, when humans began to talk, and when they started talking, they started making religions, and when a human believed in a religion, they did crazy things for that religion. Most religious activity is fine, making churches, creating idols, practicing holy procedures, etcetera.
But this religion was taking things to extremes. The humans called their religion Balhalism. Cu’ul, naturally, was the center of this religion, followed by myself and my peers. We thought it would be nothing serious. The humans could have whatever beliefs they wanted and nothing serious would happen. But the humans began sacrificing their resources, their riches, their animals, and even themselves. Everyone thought that this needed to be stopped, that someone had to intervene.
Everyone, except Cu’ul.
Cu’ul defended the Balhals, saying that if they really wanted to sacrifice all of their personal possessions, they should be able to. Cu’ul even began making small miracles happen, solidifying the belief of the existence of a deity. Balhalism was gaining dominance, its reach growing as the humans did, spreading to even the furthest corners of the earth. Soon, everyone was Balhal, and if they weren’t, they were sacrificed in the name of Cu’ul.
Balhalism was getting out of hand, and Cu’ul wasn’t letting up. He kept on reigniting the Balhal’s flame, making sure it would never go out. We had to come together and finally decided our only option must be taken: Cu’ul needed to die. None of us were willing to do it, none of us wished to have the blood on our hands. So we decided to all hold the handle of the blade, and thrust it into Cu’ul, so that we all had the sin on our hands.
Cu’ul’s reign had fallen, but his influence had not. Balhals still roamed earth, killing and fighting each other to be the one favored by the gods. We were forced to reset all of earth, in an attempt to try again. We vowed never to reveal ourselves as the gods we were, in fear the Balhalism might be made again. Of course, humans still made their religions, attempting to explain what they could not, but none had us involved.
We had no more major problems to deal with. There was still human conflict, but for the most part, as history had taken out the last of the Balhals, there were no problems on our end.
Or so we thought.
