Grudges nursed and complaints aired are the domains of the God of Bile, one of the Four Powers of Entropy, who has a long memory and an even longer reach. As much as its “sibling” Umtivk savors spur-of-the-moment hotheaded action, Dvzsua disdains any such thing in favor of passive-aggressiveness. A slight that curdles into a lifelong distaste that manifests itself as a thousand tiny insults laid against the offender is sweet music to Dvzsua. Then again, so is a secret and unrequited love, a thousand tiny kindnesses bestowed on the unaware. The God of Bile welcomes its adherents to vent their spleen and air their grievances, and disdains any gauche actions that might imperil the status quo. Anyone who sees Dvzsua as a sympathetic ear is correct, but the subtlety of its action may fail to satisfy.

The so-called God of Bile is venerated by, most notably, the Knights of the Spleen. Smaller groups that are devoted to Dvzsua to some extent or another include the Almighty Kvetch, the Most Noble Order of Bellyachers, and the Stilettos.