She looks at you with raised eyebrows. Obviously you are asking a very powerful question.
"I do not know how one becomes a god from a mortal. None of my brothers or sisters know, in fact. Tarran himself says it's impossible as it would require absurd amount of energies that your world just does not have, energies that would need to be directly taken from a god, which is painful on a scale that you would be unable to even live with for a hundredth of a second, and also damaging in extreme respects afterwards. And that's just the first part. We do not come from mortals, we come from... er... Tarran. In fact, everything material comes from him. Though most of the stuff in the material world is considered--no offense--to be the 'worthless junk' that we gods cannot absorb. What happens is Tarran... err... 'Explodes' part of himself off of himself, and what forms is us gods. Originally, there were millions of us, but... in the past we've..." She closes her eyes. This pains her. "...We've absorbed and murdered our way to the top. Tarran tolerated it for the most part, as apparently this just plain happens every time gods are born into existence. But... N-nevermind."
"As for Tarran... he does not even know how he was created or why. Or even what he is. He guesses that some being even more powerful created him and possibly multiple others like him, but he says that it's beyond his understanding even though what he is is already beyond me and my siblings' understanding. This frustrates him, obviously, but there's not much he can do about it. He says that he just doesn't think about it, because he's apparently spent a near limitless amount of time thinking about it."
((So sue me for being god of gods. I cannot be a character in my own RTD, so I might as freaking well be a god! Besides, I already made a joke about it earlier on when I gave you the ring, so I decided to make it canon.))