“I am Qether,” I said with a bow, “And this.” I motioned behind me toward the vast collection of tomes and books.

“This is my library,” I finished adjusting my spectacles on my face. The group gathered kowtowed before me. The leader, a woman in her forties, spoke first, “Great Qether. God of Knowledge and Secrets. Keeper and Warden of the Gods’ Library. I beg an audience.”

I scratched my chin. It has been almost a millennium since mortals not acolytes found their way here. Though I suspect one of my acolytes may have had a hand in it. Not even my own siblings know of my hiding place.

“Very well, mortal. What pray tell has brought you hear?” I said gazing down that them.

“Wise master, please a plague ravages our world. Unleashed by your fellow gods. Long have we journey to find you. Our numbers were twenty once. But seven of us stand before you.”

I looked that them. They were indeed seven of them. They were haggard and filthy. I could tell they were hungry. I turned my back on them. “What happens between the mortals and my siblings is none of my concern. No leave me alone with my books.” I began to walk back into my library.

“Wait!” She called out. I stopped. And glanced at them.

“You say it is none of your concern but you sent your acolytes out to collect information and to inviting scholars of note to you. So you care. But if this plague kills us you will no longer be collect secrets. No new knowledge for you to collect and hoard. Above all you will have no new stories.”

I knew that. And I would love to spit in the face of my siblings. “You presume much, mortal. It is true I would be bored if you all died.”

I continued to walk into the library. But I stopped after I passed the threshold. “I will not bring the knowledge you seek to you. Come inside before your stench alerts my siblings.”

“Thank you, wise master,” their leader replied as the group raced inside. Making sure to keep several steps behind me. They gawked and awed over the rows of cases that seemed to stretched high into the sky.

“Divine one,” one of the younger ones, barely older than fourteen.

“Child?” I said we continued.

“We are inside a building right? But how is this so bright?” He asked. I pondered the questions for a moment. It wasn’t that I didn’t know. I was trying to find a way to explain it to him without too much complications.

“I created a sun. And a moon,” I answered back.

“Wow!” He said sounding awed. One of the adults with them quickly tried to silence him. I stopped and looked at a row of books before me.

“Hmmm,” I said as I pulled a book from shelf and turned to the leader. “This book will give you the knowledge you need. But once the plague has been cured. You will return it immediately. If you don’t. I will unleash a plague so virulent that my siblings will not even survive it.”

The leader adverted her gaze as she took the book from my hands, “I thank you wise master.”

“Enough, your stench is starting make my book rot.” I commanded. Before they left my gaze, I blessed them with a far safer journey home. Unknown to them, the book was a copy of the original works I had higher up. Making a new one wasn’t difficult or boring at all. But like I said. I haven’t had visitors that weren’t my own acolytes in a millennium and I am positive I haven’t had returned visitor even longer.