A little background info: this was originally for my language arts class. Since it was a writing assignment, naturally I went overboard (it was supposed to be at least half a page. It ended up being two pages). We were supposed to include a lesson, so.... I tried that. And yes, the god's name is Xelqua, as in Grian. I was having trouble coming up with names.

Long ago, in a world of silent storms and terrifying beasts, there were gods that ruled the earth. They were called many things, gods, watchers, guardians, but no matter their name, they were known as powerful. Almighty. Unchallenged.

But there was one human, a sorcerer by the name of Ecsamri, sought to bring down the gods, for he believed he was far greater than they.

"Gods," he cried to the heavens, "y'all suck."

There was one god in particular who heard this proclamation, a kindly one named Xelqua, the god of storms. He came down to the earth to confront the sorcerer, to observe the situation the gods were being put in.

Ecsamri was a very powerful sorcerer. He could strike down Death herself with his raw magic if he wished and knew how. Xelqua saw how much of a threat Ecsamri was, and, instead of punishing him, he decided the sorcerer would be best off if Xelqua made friends with him, posing as a young, unskillful wizard.

"Your name's Xelqua, right?" Ecsamri asked, yawning. "You need help with your magic?"

Xelqua noticed a slight gleam in the sorcerer's eyes as he said this. "Uh, yeah, help with magic, that's the one."

Ecsamri's face brightened, though it seemed as if he were plotting something darker than he let on. "Great! You've come to just the right guy. I'm powerful enough to take on the gods themselves."

"And humble, too," Xelqua muttered to himself.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, sir."

And so the sorcerer and god-posing-as-wizard trained together, Xelqua careful not to blow his cover as someone who actually was rather good at magic. This mission of reformation-disguised-as-simple-friendship soon turned poisonous, however, as Ecsamri proved to be a rather toxic person in general. Of course, this didn't surprise Xelqua, seeing as the guy was vain enough to declare his strength greater than the gods' whom had done nothing to him in front of some random person he had just met, but it was still disconcerting to be in the sorcerer's presence at all.

But the magical training... it was intense, to say the least. Xelqua had never seen so much life befall at his hands in all of his years, which was saying a lot, because he was over two thousand years old, and much death occurred in his storms, much to his own dismay.

Soon Ecsamri had grown... proud? Was it pride that shone in his eyes whenever he looked at Xelqua's? Or was it something much darker?

"Xelqua," the sorcerer proclaimed one day early in the morning, "I believe it is time we take on the greatest task ever to be performed by humanity."

The god already knew what his "teacher" was speaking of, but he played along anyway. "What is it, sir?"

Ecsamri smiled wolfishly, greedily. "We are going to take down the gods in the heavens themselves."

Now, you see, Xelqua had befriended the sorcerer in order to stop exactly this from happening, but it was to obviously no avail. Ecsamri was too power-hungry, too ambitious to let anyone stop him from reaching his goal, no matter the cost.

And that day, as Xelqua chose to reveal his true self to the sorcerer, the cost was going to be his own freedom.

Ecsamri gasped as Xelqua let his godly form show, a humanoid deity with wings of a raven and the tail of a wildcat. "A-an actual god?!" he yelled in shock. "O-oh, well, er, sorry about saying I was more powerful-"

"You aren't sorry," Xelqua said, his voice about as soothing as a brick to the face. "You are a heartless, toxic person with no concern for others. You deserve to be imprisoned for your lies, your crimes, your absolute terribleness in general."

"Wait, what?" Ecsamri fumbled for his magic staff and attempted to cast a spell on Xelqua, who merely ducked out of the way. "No, no way!"

"Yes way." Xelqua snapped his fingers and Ecsamri was transported to the top of a mountain, a dark cloud hanging ominously above him and his limbs bound to a strong tree. "Now, I've needed a good way to warn people of my storms," the god continued, his voice booming around Ecsamri. "So what better way to do that than a loud rumble of, oh, I don't know, your screams of pain?"

Xelqua put the torture of Ecsamri in the hands of another god, a sadistic friend of his. And so Ecsamri's yells and cries came as two warnings for the people of earth: One, a storm was coming and you better take shelter, and two, don't be a toxic person or declare yourself more powerful than people who can do literally anything.

People still hear Ecsamri's voice to this day, except it's called "thunder" now, and follow at least the first warning, so good on you, Xelqua.