The minor god of Grief and Regret

“She came at me with those fearsome yellowish eyes the devil gave her, striking me with the fear... that fear.
In my life only the old gods gave me that kind of fear, the ancient creatures born from the faith of a thousand miserable fools!
The man in the woods, the man who took my mother, The good Old Pan. “Good” What a joke!
It was the worst day in my life, he came at me with the shape of a man, so beautiful I could never, ever refuse his touch. Until that day no woman ever had struck me so deep and strongly. I asked myself what he was, how could he be mine, or I be his...

I was mistaken, years have passed, and now, my own mother came back, a pact with a devil, she says. It was all for me, she says.
She expected her little boy when she came back. Instead, she only saw an ugly monster! I’m now no more her son. I’m a Satyr, servant of the old god. I’m also a minor god myself, if you would believe the words of a satyr. The minor god of Grief and Regret, quite powerful for your taste, I’m sure.
Why I’m talking to you, again? You are but a skull of some old angel who came to hunt me so long ago. Too bad. You had nice boobs.

Sitting on a pile of corpses, how fitting. I don’t even look like a Goatman anymore, I look Like a damn Demon. I should not have drinked their blood.
It’s time to hunt, my dear.”

He Put the skull in his necklace, for his size was not anymore that of a man and fle high to the sky, like the devil he thought he was.
He did not know, of course, what really he was. Oh, my sweet child, you are more than you think.
So sad you can’t listen to me. Too bad, You were born Bad.
I think I just grinned as the snake people think I am.
He shall know someday. For now, Let me observe the God of Grief and Regret.

He is heading to my palace, I hope he can find the entrance. *Smirk*