The lesser god lay curled up under a beat-up white sink in the bathroom of the small apartment he shared with a faun in a pool of his own silver-colored blood, husky orbs staring blank into space. Blood still slowly oozed from his nostrils, but also from his chest, eyes, and mouth. There had been no intruder, it seemed. And nothing was out of place from the viewpoint of any random mortal. But for those who knew this god, the odd thing was simply the fact that the bathroom light was on.