Trials of the Seven Heroes
Apparently, these were things worshipped in all the worlds. Or a limited infinite set of them, at least. Under different names and forms, and no one knows how many there actually were. Or are. The Purple Emperor, for some Purply Imperial reason, decided he didn’t like them, and to defeat death, killed the God of Death. This didn’t work, because the God of Death didn’t cause death, he only managed it. So now the dead linger, as Ghosts. And the rest of the gods hid. Or ran away. Or both. One of them, the Goddess of Peace, circles the great desert of Dune, crying tears of diamonds at the violence of mankind. She is hard to find, because diamonds are valuable and the locals want to keep making money. The Purple Riders have killed a couple more of them, but it was hard. Still, they keep looking. The angels used to all work for them; maybe they still do. Some of them still do, probably. And there are an awful lot of angels in the Capitol these days. Suspicious, that.