"If you create a cake, can you ever truly return it to its ingredients? Can you make it an egg, flour, sugar, and milk once more?" She asks softly. "You cannot. Sometimes, a process creates a permanent change, where the affected cannot be reverted to its prior form. Our transition to godhood is irreversible."

She looks hesitantly at the new and old gods, now realizing the actual stress this is going to put on her. "So, when I choose who is goings be next god, I'm going to die?"

She nods. "It is the only way to transfer power from the old to the new. Other, unsuccessful ways have already been tried. This transfer is sorely needed, no matter our opinions on it, for reasons only the god of afterlife is allowed to know."

She pouted a bit, was becoming a god really worth it? You get to live 1000 years, but you have to die at the end of it? It all felt like a fever dream to her. But sad for her, it wasn't.

"You die either way. Being a good gives you 900 more years of life." A minor god points out.

(Sorry, Lost the rp for a while.)

She sighed, "Well, I still feel a little bad."

"Why?" Vira gazes calmly at her. "It is natural- it's no less normal than a normal life cycle, or puddles on the ground returning to the sky to rain down once more."

"yeah, I guess, but it just feels odd to replace something as important as a god."

"It's how it is." Vera replies simply.