Second best.
being a God would be easy if you didn't have a siblings who was better than you. You are called a boogeyman but you and others are minor gods compare to Baal or enil or nergal or especially Murdock. Yet here you are the least feared and worshiped. From moloch, ale, to lamia who had serious beef with pazuzu; you always were one of the smartest and strongest yet somehow you had nothing to show for it. So many people sacrificed their own blood relatives to them. You were always malnourished and sickly because of the lack of food. It just so happened you were invite to watch your brother feast on his offerings. While everyone as watching in shock, disgust, or amusement; you went to where there were hapless children that was going to be molochs snack. Not this time. You destroyed the shackles holding them. They ran when the realized you put them out of the fryer and into the preverbal fire. You grinned at their futile attempts to outrun you. Laughter came from your mouth when they kicked and screamed. You enjoyed the meal you made for yourself. What made the situation even better was that your foolish brother would be too drunk to notice. The best part was that you had leftovers to last you at least a month. You left with the remaining children who were smart enough not to struggle. Your prediction about moloch not noticing was spot on. The fool didn't do anything out of the ordinary. Still the month came and went. You were now out of food again. Sure you may have over eaten but who wouldn't after being denied the right to eat for so long. At this point you realized that moloch couldn't beat you in a fight if he didn't notice you stealing his stuff. You decide to to confront him. "Your foolish mind didn't realize who took the food. Your ignorance will be your downfall brother! Let me speed that process up!" You yelled. He was furious at your declaration of power. The battle that ensued was fierce." Your control of shadow was more refined than molochs control of the sun. You got caught up and overstepped your bounds by covering the moon over the sun. This weakened moloch extensively but the higher gods were furious at your act of betrayal. Ale and other thunder spirits struck you down. Lamia who answers to no one pinned you down while Murdock the king of the gods decided your punishment. "Your greed and lust for power will not be tolerated Bughuul!" No one ever called you by your proper name. Instead of bughuul it was in fact lugal . At this point you are furious that you were being punished for confronting your ass of a brother. "It's lugal! Why should I be punished for demanding the right to live!?" You scream at your king. Murdock and the others became furious. "Banish this heretic! Your brother shall decide what organ you shall lose! I say you oughta have your filthy traitorous mouth sealed!" He more commanded than suggestion for the punishment. Several of moloch's servant pin you down on his alter. He grabbed a knife. Moloch out of hatred and fear destroyed your teeth and cut out your tongue. At this point you can't scream even if you could. He proceeded to heat up the leftover ash from the sacrificed children. He pours it on to your face while willing servants hold your mouth shut. You feel searing white hot pain. You can't stand it. Hot rare tears stream down your face. Your brother the dumps water on you. You black out from the pain. You wake up in your realm hungry and and with excruciating pain in your face. You go to a river and look at your reflection. Your mouth is covered by a mixture of blood, burnt flesh and ash. All you can do is stare. A couple millennia has passed since that fateful day. Moloch and ale have died centuries ago. Pazuzu inadvertently keeps lamia alive. Your choice to gain power through media has kept alive. Each night you think about that day. But right now it isn't time for reminiscing, no the dinner bell is ringing. Another foolish ignorant family just moved into your territory.