The Old Gods are Dead (слэш)

Beautiful people are revered, put on a pedestal untouchable to those who do not bear the same visage. They are the old gods and goddesses taken mortal form, their divinity eminent in their exquisite beauty and grace-worshipped by those mortals whom fail to compare.
And for those who fail the standards? It is simply a fortunate enough thing for beauty to be a flame fickle enough to be imitated by those who do not possess the same warmth.
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A story about a misanthropic genius, a disfigured puppeteer and a (figurative) angel with green eyes.