Unreasoning optimism is a fundamental element of childishness. - N. K. Jemisin

Even our mortal courtesans have been with gods enough to have acquired a certain ethereal technique. He smiled a salesman's smile, though it never once touched his eyes.
That's what you're selling. Not sex, but divinity. I frowned. Gods, Ahad, at least worship is free.
It was never free. His smile vanished. It hadn't been real, anyway. Every mortal who offered a god devotion wanted something in exchange for it—blessings, a guaranteed place in the heavens, status. And every god who demanded worship expected loyalty and more, in exchange. So why shouldn't we be honest about what we're doing? At least here, no god lies.

Would’ve been nice if we could’ve all had normal, of course, but not enough people wanted to share. So now we all burn.

That was the way of things, after all. Children had to grow up. They did not always become what others wanted.