I do not know what qualifies as a true god, but many of the gods in my world were ascended after being a mortal, or an immortal of some sort. They're entities that few trifle with, and they often squabble amongst themselves.

Still, even a beautiful mistake is still a mistake. It implies that there is something wrong with you, with us. There is nothing wrong. We are as we are, we are powerful and necessary. We are not cursed, nor diseased, we are the true rulers of the world.

[ He spoke proudly, determinedly, but still pleased as he nodded slightly. ]

Perhaps. But I would much rather see your world, mine is... well, it exhausts me at times.