Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab (BPAL) American Gods General Catalog Perfume Oil (Available)
"...Our kind of people, we are..." He waved the cigarillo about, as if using it to hunt for a word, then stabbing forward with it. "...exclusive. We're not social. Not even me. Not even Bacchus. Not for long. We walk by ourselves or we stay in our own little groups. We do not play well with others. We like to be adored and respected and worshiped-me, I like them to be tellin' tales about me, tales showing my cleverness. It's a fault, I know, but it's the way I am. We like to be big. Now, in these shabby days, we are small. The new gods rise and fall and rise again. But this is not a country that tolerates gods for long. Brahma creates, Vishnu preserves, Shiva destroys, and the ground is clear for Brahma to create once more."
Memories of myrrh and gold, and the dying smoke of a snuffed cigarillo.
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