Maybe the Gods did hate him. Why else would he be like this. He cried out in frustration, wriggling against his bonds as he strained, fought and eventually, his energy left and he fell limp. The Gods, his only company. He only had prayer. "Why do you hate me? I pray every day. You won't save me. You let them kill my family and I suffer for you. Why is there no mercy?"

Was this a trial? His Gods could do that, he knew, but he didn't have the power. He didn't think his Gods were listening. He closed his eyes and lowered his head, tears burning his eyes. "You do not love me."