Draiss paused in the massage as she berated him for reducing her to a meaningless concubine, and leaned against her, knowing he had done that to all of them, and hadn't even been completely honest as to why. "So the position of councilor and lover of a god does not appeal? Even that as the Sword of a God? Then perhaps you and the others should know the final reason you were all collected.<br/><br/>Your artifact is almost done, by the by. The sword that I had originally crafted for my 'sword' wasn't sufficient for one such as you, so I had to make a new one."<br/><br/>He paused again, before kissing her neck and hugging her. "I am not the best person for godhood, even a fool could tell that. I am impulsive to the point of stupidity, incapable of planning out even the most basic of long term plans without massive amounts of time and effort. I... A god should be as close to an ideal of perfection as one can get, and I am so flawed that I am surprised that I survived the blast that created me. Or maybe all that is a lie that I have created to give me something to hold onto. I can't... I... It is difficult, now, to tell where reality stops and figments, lies, and frauds begin. I am drowning in a sea of power, and I have to desperately cling to whatever I can get a hold of. Sadly, perhaps, because I will eventually consume all of you, and have to find more."