First riddle

Question: Of the god’s own sorrow and tears i can create life. Then i provide my creation with fire to allow for growth and prosperity. But the vengeance of the gods is due and I will surely fall. In the coldness of the night, the life I created only finds death. what am i?

Question: Tear one off and scratch my head. What once was red is black instead. What am I?

Question: What tastes better than it smells?

Question: What has a face and two hands?

Question: What goes in the water black and comes out red?

Question: What asks but never answers?