fantasy microfic, religion
"So, what god will you stand before when you die?"
"Wait, what? You guys still follow that heresy?"
"WHAT?! Do you not believe in the gods?"
"I do! But that's not how it works. The gods embody the facets of one part of things. The Lord of Poems has no interest in judging a person's soul, the afterlife isn't *for* us."
"Then why..."
"We're composites. We're multiple things in one. That's why we exist. The gods find the idea of a being that's not A Singular Idea personified endlessly fascinating. Your life here is a reward and a way of...sorting which gods you'd like to spend time with in the after, and which gods would enjoy playing with you."
"I am so confused."