"Why would you involve anyone else? People that's what everyone does. They can't help themselves but whine when things start to get out of their control. And who better than a god when a quick and easy fix is what they want rather than doing the hard parts themselves like they were meant to?" Mr. D scowled and mumbled, "They call me lazy when they won't take responsibility for the consequences of their own actions."

He then considered the man in front of him again. A purple flame seemed to burn in his eyes, promising violence that he was all too willing to deliver. "Darling? Mind your tongue, and don't be too familiar. I can't speak for any God, capital G, but the devout followers of the gods are rewarded if I have anything to do with it. But some matters simply belong to Fate and are out of the gods' hands. Not that I should have to explain all this to you or anyone. What kind of an education have you had?" Without thinking, he summoned a can of Diet Coke and popped it open, internally cursing colourfully all the while.