A god’s role is not to find happiness or seek meaning; it’s to exist to keep the world’s balance. Nothing more, nothing less. Gods are perfect beings. At least, that was the role Cronus had meant to play, but was too much a failure to ever be a proper god. Instead of worshipped, he now lived a life of loneliness. Away in his temple, the god deemed as evil is never meant to see the world again. For the world had no place for a failure like him.