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The hatred of gods had always had a particularly...pungent aroma. Even the greater beings of heaven and hell held grudges. Often they were...tainted, flavored with other emotions. Over enough time, even the purest hate could turn to love, or love twist back to hate. It was never a pure emotion, when it came to such long-lived beings. It could be, he had found, sampled swiftly, at the peak of intensity, or else left to mature. Maturing made it weaker, of less use to him immediately, but it did add more body, more soul, more...information.

He was trailing what he knew to be a god-source of negativity, sometimes burning so strong with hatred he had to restrain himself from racing to it to inhale its wonders, and other times so faint, so nearly neutral that he all but lost it amid the clamoring odors of mortal contempt.

Today, he decided, he would have his feast. He'd begun to pick up his pace, still leisurely traveling, as far as gods went, but the plains and pastures of Africa rushed by below him. He could already make out a faint speck that must be the being he sought. But which god would it be? To his disgust and ire, he did not recognize it. A rebirth? Already he could feel his own repugnance rising like flaming bile in his throat.