"I don't have the time to fall into the delusions of those who have visions of grandeur." John snapped as he walked down the street.

And he didn't. He didn't care. Gods had failed this world, they sat back while things went to ruin. They laughed and they joked while innocents died. People who had no place in war, in strife. He was angry at the gods. He didn't care if this was a god. To him it was just a man. An irritating man. Maybe he should have let the mugger cut his pretty face.