"One of them, at least." He glanced back at the little elves and made a face. "I have many. I'm sure that my real hell - if such a place should actually exist, will be all of my earthly hells combined into one. Eternity, surrounded by everything I hate most."
Though, with it mentioned, Simon couldn't honestly say he'd hate being seen as a god. It would be fitting. He deserved such adoration and praise. And if he was seen as their god, maybe he could make the horrible little creatures stay away from him unless they really needed something or were going to bring gifts. Or maybe he could assure that they were monk-like in their silence when he was near.
"Of course they like me. I'm their better. More powerful." The fairy turned his attention back to the shifter. "They'll probably like you, too, once they figure out what you are. They'll probably ask you to change into things. They're rather like small children in their mentality. You might end up a pony, giving rides to them."