Why The Moon Bleeds

Here's a little myth from Rothganar, as told by Dingus. It's a human myth, about human gods. The "now hear this" at the beginning is the traditional signal that the teller intends to tell a story from the mythos. 

Now hear this:

Long, long ago, before the world knew any queen but Naheel Queen of Heaven, when people didn’t know how to build cities, and lived in huts and caves, when everyone in his heart feared the dark most of all, this was the beginning of the hate between the Bright Lady and Oda King of Hell. Everyone praised Naheel’s name and gave Her offerings of their best, but they loathed and feared Oda, and only appeased Him with shiny trinkets when they had to be out at night. Oda started to grow jealous, more and more, every time He rose above the world and made the shadows creep. At first He only turned His face away, but even that didn’t help His envy and anger, because He still didn’t hear the prayers He longed for.

One bright day, Oda grew so angry He couldn’t stand it any longer. He rose up in the daytime, like He does sometimes, but invisibly, so nobody could see what He did. Slowly, so slowly, He sneaked between the world and Naheel’s face, and by the time She realized what was happening, the whole world was black as night. The screams of the people came to Her ears. They cried out to her, with words and beyond words, desperate and terrified, to deliver them from darkness. And Oda smiled at Her, white teeth shining in His silver face, and slipped away again before She seized on Him.

The Queen of Heaven’s wrath burned in Her heart like a furnace, but She stoked the fire and bided Her time, thinking on the justice She would serve to the King of Hell. On a night when Oda had turned His face full toward the world, the better to watch what happened in the deep shadows He cast, She came upon Him and struck Him down, and His blood covered His face so that the moon showed red in the sky. Death has no power over Oda, and the next night He returned full, brighter than ever, but to this day it’s the same: every so often He gets one over on Naheel and hides Her light from the world; but more often, as a punishment, the King of Hell dies a mortal death – and so the moon bleeds.