Why not, that's also funny.

Pharasma Pharasma goddess of birth and death and sorting people to afterlives listen to me. I think Cheliax sucks and don't wanna become Lawful Evil because I don't wanna go to Hell. I'll help You deliver every baby as long as I don't go to Hell. Give me spells. Please. Or I will burn down the nursery. I don't want other children to go to Hell when they grow up. Do You want that? Why? There's babies in the nursery I'd have to kill them all and You won't like that. Please, Pharasma?

 Surely that's a threat, isn't it?

NO.

I WILL SORT ALL OF YOU TO BONEYARD NONETHELESS THOUGH I HATE SORTING BABIES AND I AM SO ANNOYED.

ASMODEUS SHOULD STOP INCENTIVIZING CHILDREN TO COMMIT SUICIDE AND INFANTICIDE. THE ONLY REASON I AM NOT TELLING ASMODEUS THIS IS THAT HE WILL GET THAT ONE MALEDICTED AND THAT'S EVEN WORSE.

AND I WILL ALSO NOT TELL HIM UNDER THE CONDITION OF NOT MALEDICTING THAT ONE BECAUSE I AM AND WILL CONTINUE TO BE FURIOUS ABOUT HIM.

NO SPELLS.

……Fine. It's right to be not-hopeful. 

Am I going to pray to Neutral and Chaotic Evil gods?

Nope! I'd prefer Boneyard. Maybe I can take care of some children killed by me?

AAAAAAAA

Sneaks into the kitchen, it's locked but there's a gap wide enough for a skinny five-year-old. Gets a sharp knife and several bottles of oil and a flint. Sneaks into bedroom hall where every child below six sleeps.

Smothers every baby, one by one. Each one takes a few minutes before their breath stops.

If someone comes in Shreya can slit her own throat immediately.

It's fine. Shreya's doing them a favor.

The feeder adult is not here as usual. She doesn't bother to watch or even sleep in this cold and smelly room. How lucky.

I'm the only one who care. And actually think. Therefore the best one ever.

Oil on the ground. Oil in beds and cradles. Quietly and quickly lest someone uncaring and stupid comes in.

Why is this so easy. Which One has blessed me? Thank You very much, Whoever blessed me!

Flint.

Flint.

Oil on Shreya. To make sure everyone here will not be Raised.

There's smoke already. Hope they are going to die before they burn. Not being too hopeful though.

Just doing the right thing.

Someone wakes up and screams.

Throat slit.

YYYYYAAAAAYYYYY