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"Heh," the man smirked, "You really think we're in control? No."

"What do you mean," I ask?

"We never were," the man continued, the purple glow of the gods in his eyes, "there is only one solution."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

The man makes a gun with his fingers and pretends to pull the trigger.

"It wouldn't be hard," he continues, "the gods can't return without a vessel."

"But what about you?" I ask.

"I'll die," he replies, "cut and dry. The gods will be gone, and you'll be free from their rule."

"What's all that matter if you're dead?" I ask.

"It doesn't. But it doesn't matter if they're alive. Goodbye, my friend."

The man takes a gun and... what comes next is best left unspoken. By sacrificing himself, he saves the world from the malevolent rule of evil gods, and nows he's dead.

The End.