Only desperate or greedy gods rely on faith. The god of killing knew this, but he had no choice in the matter.
He had to ride the edge of a blade whose sides represented either losing control to faith and becoming a puppet to his believers' wishes or losing control to the Ocean of Blood and becoming a mindless killing machine.
The god of killing had walked the fine line of sanity and power for many years by managing the size of his believers. When they got too many, he would kill some of them. And when their numbers dwindled, he would convert more believers.
All of his hard work paid off. He was able to fuse with the Ocean of Blood at a fast speed and quickly became the publicly acknowledged strongest god in the world.
He might not have been the strongest god in existence. But he truly hadn't met another god that could compete with him.
