The idea of omni-benevolent gods is relatively new. The gods were always right because reality conformed to their will and the only thing that could argue with them was an equal or superior god. That didn’t mean they were always “good.”

Think of it this way. Most of us were raised around at least someone who loved to remind you “Life isn’t fair.” And they’re right. That doesn’t mean that’s a good thing, but it is a true thing. We can choose to be fair, or not, that’s in our power, but life doesn’t know or give a damn about what human morality thinks are good or bad. Such are the gods. You can bitch about them, chafe at their injustice, but you, mortal, are one irrelevant lump of bacon flavoured jello with anxiety piloting a bone-mech with meat armor. Their will is their will, adapt or die.