Their lies at the edge of Existence a hidden dimension, the gods call it a pocket dimension. Within this pocket dimension there is a world of gods who oversee all Existence hidden from most prying eyes. The world is cast in an ever brightful day, never ending full of myriads of colors, which hosts a beautiful city with building's floating and flying all in perfect harmony.This place is the city of the gods a golden city glowing in the ever present shining sun.

Their lies one building in the center of all this that shines even brighter than the brightest sun in the form of a giant tree made of celestial gold, which takes the proud honor of housing the most powerfull and infuential gods in existence,the celestial council.

In this building their lives one pouting and bored godess, Aerya, whom most gods title the godess of mischief,who has her father, leader of the celestial council, constantly pulling at his hair in dismay from her antics. Whom was once again thinking of another prank to pass the time.

Aerya supported her dainty chin with both fine snow white hands, while her spotless elbows rested on the bed looking up through her glowing hair so white that it could not be any more pure in its lack of color, resting her curvy toned 6 ft figure upon her luxuriously divine bed.

"Gee-eze what do i have to do to get some entertainment around here?" She moaned in her tinkling yet seductive voice, wishing for nothing more than something to relieve her of the memory that the only people around her were tiresome, boring gods who were always so pridefull, and stiff around her.

"Milady i would wish to remind you that your father, lord beremus, has put me here on account of you using some of the members of the council for said "entertainment" in which he still has yet to resolve." Said the gruff 8 ft tall golden armored god. 

She giggled saying "Relax theris i know i can only make that kind of prank once every other millenia otherwise ill get grounded again, besides all of you other gods are so full of yourselves, and so stiff to boot. Heck even the gods of entertainment are stiff prudes! i mean really it makes me feel as if daddy went and had an affair with someone fun instead of my stiff mom." Her mouth than forming an O as if in panic.

"Ah not that i dont love her or anything its just im not much like either her or dad when it comes to what i find fun. makes me wonder sometimes you know?" She giggled sheepishly, a bead of sweat slightly forming on her brow.

Theris merely replied with an eyroll and a breif snort, denoting what he thought of her usual antics.

"But no this time im going to be doing something a little mellow in comparission." She giggled 

Theris brunched his brows "mellow? you fused two gods backs together who absolutely hate each other, i shudder to think what you find mellow" This brought about a slight headache from the thought of having yet another situation to clean up from.

She laughed mirthfully with a mischievious glint in her eyes "Oh dont worry this time im just going to mess with a mortal by pulling him from a non systemised world to one that is, im just going to enjoy watching his reaction" She giggled happily thinking of the entertainment that would give her.

Theris simply sighed, and slouched a little as if thinking that she wouldnt be giving up her antics anytime soon. " fine so long as it keeps you from annoying the council anymore than you already have"

Aerya merely rolled her eyes at him. "I know when to lay low, Theris otherwise id be bored out of my mind from all the groundings id have gotten over the years." She said thinking back to all her pranks though the years with a smirk.

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"Thank Fate that you have even that level of decorum" He muttered under his breath

she rolled her eyes at the statement knowing that it was partly true."Now whos going to be my special little guinea pig?" she mumbled pulling on her power of divinity to look through the nearest non sytemized world for her entertainer.

"hmmm lets allow chaos to choose the lucky winner shall we?"she said with her eyes practicly shining with glee, and mischief. She than willed the power of chaos to tint her view showing her one mortal man in his families house reading something on a computer.

"Let the games begin" her laughter echoed and rebounded through the room as she pulled on more of her power.

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Conner was an ordanary man in pretty much every sense minus his large imagination that got him into minor trouble with freinds and family once in a while, black hair, sky blue eyes, broad shouldered, 5'11, though he would swear to anyone that he thought he already grew to 6 ft even,with a broad and distinguished jawline.Though he didnt care for, nor disliked his face he wished for a better one all the same.

He was currently 22 years old and lived with his family, with no job to speak of due to personnel circumstances. At the moment he was wearing a blue t-shirt, jeans, and slip on shoes. At the moment he was currently going through random things on the internet to find something interesting to do, or even read. 

"I have no luck when it comes to finding something that can stir my interest nowadays do i?" he said with his eyes narrowed in annoyance.

he suddenly felt a tug on his arm where their was nothing, making him scruntch his brows in confusion."what the? I know i dont have scitzo, and i sure as hell dont do drugs so why the hell is..." he got another heavier tug on his entire arm this time, which distorted space visibly for a moment.

Conner always had a very vivid, and active mind so he liked to think of even the most surprising and unrealistic situations at all times, so when this happened his mind instantly went to work. "Oh fuck dont tell me..." his mind swam thinking fast what all the possibilities could be when he than landed on one famous novel focus of alot of writers.

"taking me to another plane or something? hmmmm it is distorting space... do i go or...." His brows scrunched as the pull became even stronger annoying him

Than the thought of how he could never accomplish anything so far in his life how everything was always "out of his hands" because he couldnt muster up the willpower to do anything in this world that bored him to tears, even when he actually wanted to. "you know what i am fucking sick and tired of my life not being in my own hands, I sure as hell aint letting a random force just snatch me up for whatever plans they have" he said now truly focused, and more importantly, angry.

Conor than instead of trying to fight out of the forces grasp instead fought to grab the force itself in a unexplainable battle of wills to capture and use the force that tore at him for himself.

"I refuse to be someones playtoy, so here let me see how you like being treated like the bitch in the relationship!" He was tired of not being able to do anything with his life so with all his existence, he shouted tugging with not only his body but his mind, and soul trying to grasp it, to pull at it, to make it his in some instinctive way.

Then he heard the voice of a woman tinkling in his ears playfully as if teasing his mind."Hoh thats interesting youre actually able to resist? and not only that your trying to take my power?" The voice than suddenly had a tint of playfull schadenfreude "Your rather cheeky to be pulling at a godess like that" the voice said teasingly in his ear. "But i like that, its new soooo ill let you have your way you can have a bit of my power" she laughingly said "Buuut daddy would get mad at me if he found out i let someone from a unsystemized planet have my power, so you still have to go to a different world, dont worry if you get strong enough, you might be able to get back to your world?" She said as if it was a question instead of a statement.

The power he was suddenly pulling at felt as if it teared suddenly, making him fall over from the sudden lack of resistance, the force going into his body where it was than absorbed, but before he could make heads or tails of the situation the power came coursing back tugging him a hundred times harder than before not even giving him a chance to resist before he was wisked away into the spatial distortion. leaving nothing but an empty room silent as if nothing had happened at all.