You are a demi-god. You are the inheritor of your godly parent's divine will and represent them on the mortal plane. You are a thing of legend, an envoy from the divine realm. It is said that fate itself shudders every-time a demi-god is born, for they are outside the reach of fate's all-encompassing plan. The birth of a demi-god is the birth of a legend.

Well... that's at least what they say. You really don't feel all that grand. all you've gotten from being a demi-god is slightly better treatment from your peers in your small goblin tribe. Maybe it's because you're only the son of one of the smallest of the minor gods, but that at least should count for something, right?! You would be happy with a few offerings, a concubine or two, but your shitty tribe doesn't even have anything valuable to offer, or women that aren't already bred. It's not your fault that any self-respecting god would never touch a goblin, let alone one from a small tribe.

All it means is that you're missing the love and attention of one of your parents because they're too busy lording over what little mortals worship them. You would trade away all of your divine ancestry for a loving parent.

And, now, after being absent from your entire life up to this point, your absentee parent has the gall to appear before you with a divine mission. Being a demi-god really isn't what it's advertised to be...

Who is your divine parent?
>Slimlack, God of Dung. An extraordinarily minor and gross divine being, he would've dissipated long ago if it weren't for the small pockets of worshipers he receives from the homeless vagrants who dwell in sewers. He protects them from the diseases that come from dung in exchange for their worship.

>Rosasia, goddess of wild berries. A minor god that used to be a relatively major god in the hunter gatherer days, however, as society advanced past gathering into farming her prominence fell off the map. Now she's only worshiped by the most primitive goblin tribes in exchange for more plentiful berries.

>Koorak, god of mold. A minor god worshiped only by cave-dwelling hermits who subsist off of cave mold. He doesn’t actually do anything since he’s pretty passive. Don’t tell the hermits.