I love the idea of dead gods. Not in the sense of “hey i killed something supernaturally strong” but in the sense of “i killed it and it’s still a god.” It is still worshipped. prayers are still answered. miracles are performed in its name, even as it lies pierced by a thousand swords and burning with chemical fire. even as it drifts through vacuum, decapitated and bleeding molten rock. in cosmic spite of being shot through each eye and hurled into a plasma reactor, it still radiates the power of the divine in a way that primitive death cannot smother. the nature of godchild is not so simple as to be tied to the mortality, or immortality, of any living being.
In science that’s called a whalefall :)
dead gods on the bottom of the mariana trench
I’m choosing to read this as “You cannot kill a God in any way that matters” and interpret that as “Gods are Fungi.”
y’all really need to read deeplight if you want dead gods at the bottom of the mariana trench