Grave New World

Summary

The Council Gods Are Brutal. The Lesser Gods Are Worse. I'm All That Stands Between Them...

You won't find me in the lore of the gods, but I'm there, hidden between the lines. Whenever the lesser gods torture humanity, creating armies of supernatural beasts to rain hell down on the innocent, it's my job to stand against the tidal wave of pain and death.

I like my job. It's fun, even if the gods are a bunch of bastards.

But in the thousands of years I've been running this gig, I've never seen the lesser gods pull together as a team. They've always been way too selfish and power-hungry for that.

Until now, apparently.

Perses, one of the lesser gods, has somehow managed to corral them into a unit of death and destruction, and the council has recognized their creation--me--isn't capable of handling it alone. So, for the first time since I've been doing this, I'm being forced to run a team of people who need to learn the ins and outs of what I do.

It ain't easy, especially since my new crew wasn't exactly built for this kind of mayhem. That's what happens when you take a bunch of normals and gift them with immortality, I suppose.

If we fail, the lesser gods will find their way onto the council, and that'll spell doom for the world as we know it.

My name is Grave Digger, and this is my story.