Masquerading minefields

"Gods are made. Like it or not, you were born like all the others who crawl upon this earth." Ludo didn't even spare her a glance as it hopped once more from stone to stone, pausing only once it had completed a circuit around her. Once that was done, it fixed her with its black gaze. "Careful, now. My toys bite." It snapped its teeth at her and, as if in response, the mask would appear to constrict around her face and head, holographic or not. The pressure persisted for a moment or so, before easing off once more. Ludo wore a shit-eating grin. "You may be entitled to the things you create, but once they are no more, they do not belong to you any longer." It narrowed its eyes, though its smile remained. "Your thinking is so pitifully mortal. You wish to be easily found because that is what you would want, if you sought out a deity. Adorable." LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own