Sena

The God of Everything Everywhere,

the Artist of All That Is And Was and Will Be,

Holy Mother of the Four Elements,

Virtuoso of Life,

He Who Painted Man,

Origin of All Things Good and Beloved,

A little bitch. A wretched goblin. An absolute tool.

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Sena made the world, and it was perfect. Sena made his children - Earth, Fire, Wind, Water - and they were perfect, too. He created mortal men, and against all odds they were perfect, due in no small part to his interventions and careful application of reason, rationale, and biological processes.

And then they fucked it up.

As his creations deviated from carefully laid plans designed down to the minute detail to promote longterm longevity and success, Sena grew cross (this is an understatement) and took a nap (this is a greater understatement.)

While he slept in the seclusion of his ethereal realm - which I must impress upon you is not the same as pouting or avoiding responsibility - beings of darkest darkness stole into the heart of his temple. They ripped the magic from his body, dispersing the spoils amongst themselves before they fled to the far corners of the mortal world.

Awoken, Sena is forced into the position of relying upon a mortal many generations removed from his divine plan.

It's really just the worst.

But, at least he's hot.