They gazed at the desolate landscape around them and sighed. Their faces were weary and weathered. They felt old, not just because of their age. Well, that too; they were ancient, but for the first time in their existence they felt their age.
‘Well, that went south awfully quick, didn’t it?’ The man with the long gossamer-white beard broke the silence.
The woman nodded, ‘I still can’t believe that they cast us out, after all we have done for them.’
The bald man smiled ruefully, ‘Let them enjoy their decadence. The end is nigh for them.’
Gods do give up.