Harold
From the upper branches of the tree, a war god lands on the ground, creating a small crater. The god's armor is smoldering in black flame and his eyes glow white under his helmet.
He carries a large spiraled sword that is engulfed with black fire. 
He stands up and looks around, assessing his surroundings.
Amy
*It was quiet, oddly to quiet. The birds chirpping or bugs crawling. Silence. As the war god looked around his surroundings he didn't see anything odd, until he looked ahead of him. Blank seemed to have just appeared from nothing.*

"Hello new god. What's your name?"
Harold
"God...? Hmm... So thats what I am, now... Ironic..." He said, looking at Blank.
He hesitated for a moment, assessing the god and deciding what to do.
"Gideon." He said, deciding that the god isn't looking for a fight, so he won't start one either.
Amy
*Blank looked at the god, assessing the situation and the god itself. He wasn't worried but more curious* 
"Your something I remember haha you look like a crusader from medieval times."
*Blank started to walk around him checking out his armor and weapon seeing it's much different from most, odd looking*
"What is that on you? The weapon. Very.. Cool looking hahaha"
Harold
"This blade? This... Is a greatsword. Created for the very purpose of slaying gods." He said, knowing that he's talking to a god.
"Though, it seems to have lost most of its power..."
Amy
"Maybe because it's being held by a God? Not really sure if it can now. But I'm sure it was powerful before."
*He didn't seem all that threatened by the sword but it did peak his interest of him and the sword* 
"Eventually I'm sure you can put power within it. Think of it as putting a gods essence into a weapon. You know what I mean?"
Harold
"Yeah..." He said, "I never thought killing a god would make me one." 
"Much less exploding from the excess power and waking up as a god." Gideon said, "It's gonna take some getting used to."
Amy
"Being a mortal then a god is.. A weird feeling. You'll feel like you'll get used to it then learn more and feel like your not even close. It sucks."
*Blank rubbed his own chin*
"Exploding? Sounds like you weren't expecting such an impact haha and the power was to much for you to handle?"
Harold
"Yeah, it was really painful, like being burned alive." He said, "And it's really ironic, how me, a godslayer, becoming the very thing i swore to destroy."
Amy
"There's a belief that I hear often. The thing you hate the most you'll eventually become. Hate is a powerful thing, you'll do anything you need to do to destroy it, some decided it'll be fine to become it as long as it doesn't exist."
*Blank laughed not as a insult but as in light heartedness*
"And now that hurts haha burning sucks ass but being a god will make it as if your fire proof haha you are much stronger now though. Don't let that get into your head please"
Harold
"Well... Lets just hope the gods here aren't as incompetent as the gods of my world."
He said, "On that note, has death been abolished here?"
Amy
"Haha of course it hasn't if it was I would be sure to try to bring it back. And the gods here... Some are.. Unique I wouldn't say horrible from what I've met so far but some could be better. I more watch and mess with mortals. If you catch my drift."
*He sounded like a weirdo but in reality he just created tales and stories for a living*
Harold
"Thats great... Thank the go-..." He stopped, "I keep forgetting i'm one of you now..."
"Anyways how does any of this work? Do i just... Find some followers or something?"
Amy
"That's the neat part. You don't. You make them! I can't really tell you how to make them, you kinda find it yourself, they are a part of you. And it's fine to say it so far no one says anything as some of us have past lives and some don't. And making friends is better than enemies"
Harold
"Oh. You can make them... Question, whats stopping gods from just... Creating perfect followers, aern't we like... Omnipotent?" He asked, wanting advice
Amy
"Hmm that's an interesting question. I'll answer you this then. Have you ever seen something "Perfect" In your time alive? Because I haven't. For something to be perfect means there is no room to improve or think."
Harold
"Good point." He said, "I guess I should focus on finding out how i'll make some, thanks for the advice." The god said as he begins to walk away.
Amy
"I'm sure we'll meet again surely you'll have fun with others and do whatever you wish Gideon and make sure it's funny I like funny" *Blank turned into grayish green smoke before disappearing from thin air*