Is there anything better than being a son of the most important supreme being, I wonder? All the privileges... I mean, who can do anything to me? Tell on me? To my dad? Ridiculous! ... And almost no obligations. I slay a demon or two from time to time. I wave my Horn of Plentiness to people when I see them. I ... ... Hm, that's about it.
In return, my altars are always full. Pink, plump piglets, soft and gentle lambs, and – oooh, my favourite! – all those robust, virile and, most importantly, dead men. None of them rivaling my strength and my powers.
My oh my, could my life get any better!