The god of wine and feasting loved his fellow gods. He shared his love by throwing grand feasts and parties for them in the heavens, where they would eat and rejoice for centuries on end. As the god's love grew, so did his hunger until eventually, he would devour all the food at the table.

His love became so intense it grew to sickness; his hunger was insatiable, he soon devoured the table, and the other gods! Each were consumed in turn, until he turned upon the forests, devoured the mountains and drank the rivers. His hunger only grew with the swelling in his heart, until...

The god found himself, alone, in emptiness. And sorrow wracked his very soul, and he vowed never to eat again. Except for one last time. A sacrifice borne of his love. He devoured himself, in that space, and burst forth to give rise to all that we see and know today. A final act of love.