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This is a normal story about normal things, told in a normal way. It involves a normal character who has no desire to kill any gods, in fact, this character lives a very normal life and doesn’t die more than people usually do, this character totally doesn’t swear her allegiance to the burgeoning, slightly bratty goddess of darkness, in her war against the goddess of light, due to any sort of vendetta. That wasn’t overly specific and therefore suspicious, and lastly but most importantly, the goddess of death does not like wontons.