Thinking about modern gods hualian
Eventually, as all things go, the era of the gods comes to an end. It’s an idea met with resistance—immortals are always slow to change, always clinging on to the things they already know and love— but in truth, the gods have no say in the matter.
Humans stop building temples so frequently. Stop making so many offerings. Start focusing on building things like roads and cars and metal and cities. Theirs is a short life, and they live it fast. No time to worship immortal gods anymore.
Some stick to the traditional ways,
Some stick to the traditional ways,
but most—
They forget.
It’s an era of godly death.
But eventually, it comes to light that incense sticks and bowls of rice aren’t the /only/ things that count of offerings.
They forget.
It’s an era of godly death.
But eventually, it comes to light that incense sticks and bowls of rice aren’t the /only/ things that count of offerings.
Hua Cheng— his journey is the easiest. He’s never been fully god or fully ghost, but rather something neither and both.
His domain is luck. And his offerings—
Warm breath blown over a pair of dice before they’re thrown. A casual ‘wish me luck!’ asked before someone’s exam.
His domain is luck. And his offerings—
Warm breath blown over a pair of dice before they’re thrown. A casual ‘wish me luck!’ asked before someone’s exam.
The dozens of good luck charms sold at a souvenir shop.A little girl chanting about she ‘can’t step on a crack or she’ll break her mother’s back’ as she hops over the sidewalk and never /ever/ steps on a crack.A young man who collects every stray penny,because he think it’s lucky
Hua Cheng’s domain is found in the den’s of gamblers. People risking their life, giving their savings away, always scraping for more to give and more to take, an addict sitting at the betting table.
He doesn’t mind. He’s always been the King of the dying, broken and the damned.
He doesn’t mind. He’s always been the King of the dying, broken and the damned.
Xie Lian’s domain… it takes them a while to figure out why he never starts to fade in the passage of time , but they do eventually.
His offerings, his realm is simple:
Those who dream of making the world a better place. The kind, the selfless and the dreamers.
His offerings, his realm is simple:
Those who dream of making the world a better place. The kind, the selfless and the dreamers.
The college students that pull themselves through med school, law school, political school, all for the same goal—
To make the world a better place.
Money given to the homeless, a stray cat being adopted by a couple with five-too-many cats already because ‘he needs a home,
To make the world a better place.
Money given to the homeless, a stray cat being adopted by a couple with five-too-many cats already because ‘he needs a home,
doesn’t he?’. Volunteers at the homeless shelter, at the pet shelter. A little boy who befriends another because he looks lonely. A friend who always shares half of her meals with her friend. Donations to good causes.
His realm is the dreamers and the believers, and he lives among them as their silent, unknown god.
There‘a rumors, if you look at a pair of red-and-white travelling volunteers in just the /right/ angle—
You’ll see that neither of them are human at all.
There‘a rumors, if you look at a pair of red-and-white travelling volunteers in just the /right/ angle—
You’ll see that neither of them are human at all.
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