Grim's heart pounded fiercely in his chest. He didn't know his affinity. Nothing had ever 'clicked' with him. He had always just assumed he was some shade of a death god, like his father. That's why he sent him on missions to retrieve the dead souls of humans.
Eris took a step forward, grabbing him by the chin. "Grimslay, I created you to be the god of misfortune. You spread tragedy and agony everywhere you go, and you infect everyone you meet." She leaned forward, pulling his hand up to his eyes. She stretched out his fingers. "Your father was right- you ruin everything you touch. That's your power."

A shiver passed through Grim's spine, shaking him visibly.

"I was awake inside that vase, Grimslay. I heard every word you and your father ever threw at each other."

Eris wiped a stray tear off Grim's cheek, a patronizing smile on her lips. "You were born to wreck havoc. It's your nature. Misfortune follows you. You're a monster. You're just like me." 

"I'm nothing like you!" Grim barked. He couldn't look at her. That was the same wicked grin he saw in the mirror every morning.

"It hurts to be called a monster, doesn't it, Grimslay? Follow your nature, join me. Be the man your father never could be. We'll turn this misreable planet into Hell."

He couldn't take it. He was sick of looking at her, hearing her voice.

"Shut up!" Grim roared, tentacles ripping through the back of his cloak.

Milliseconds before he could shred Eris to ribbons, he woke up.