I apologize for talking badly about your deities
Yes, this is a Persephone! AU with a South American spin to it, sue me!
1. Connor: About the south
There was some sort of poetry to how things worked in the south, some amount of irony, even if Connor was the only god there to really enjoy it, he only ever interacted with the humans that lived there when it was time for their deaths, and here's what Connor liked most about the south, perhaps the biggest twist there was, death meant creation
It was a simple process, every human soul had a unique energy, one that, at the end of their mortal lives, he would use to shape a plant or animal, that was his job as a god of death, he thought of himself more as a god of change, it sat better with him
The reason all deities tired of the south eventually was because it only had two seasons, the sparse but heavy bouts of rain, which the humans used to cultivate, and the arid winds of snow, in which they hid, or walked north, because even humans tired of the south, but at least they returned eventually, the deities never did, they never let go of anything. Connor, however, loved the south during both seasons, he found beauty in the shades of the rainy season, and comfort in the quiet of the snowy one, and it was this love that turned him into an outcast, because everyone expected him to want to be with other deities, to ignore the humans unless it benefited him in some way, to be like the rest of them, but deities of death were always hated in the north, Connor figured it would save everyone from another bitter god if he remained south, he was happier here anyway, his sister disagreed
Oh! To be Zoe and have control over things like the night sky and its tunes, over poetry and music, things that even gods considered valuable; it had to be an easier existence. She was the prodigy child, the one who helped build constellations and write odysseys, she fit right in with the other deities, but she did care about Connor, or she tried to, he knew he was being difficult with her, but they could never see eye to eye, and she didn't seem to understand that
There was little she could do to sway him though, and eventually, she too got bored of the south and left Connor be, she would visit occasionally, to check both on the stars that lit the southern night sky, as well as Connor, always bringing that one sentence question that she thought would make him relent
"Aren't you lonely?"
And Connor was, but he never stepped into the trap, never answered it honestly, deep down he hoped she geared the truth behind his words
"I like the quiet"
It wasn't a lie per se, silence was an old friend, but there were days where he missed the warmth of the godly fires. Sometimes Zoe sent Alana in her stead, Connor liked her better, Alana never pressed as long as Connor was willing to listen to her; and though he liked the quiet, he enjoyed the voice of the profession goddess, it was an easy deal
And then there was Evan