It happened not too long ago. Frey had finally achieved godhood and immediately, Frey was brought before him... Along with Frey, two gods from two other universes foreign to Frey were also brought before him. Frey saw it immediately when he looked at the two of them. In every way the three new gods were a match for one another, and they immediately felt themselves fit into the lives of the others; they were brothers.

But that really wasn't the time for the trio to focus on that.

Before them… Was a beast… Not one of the three brothers could see the height of him. He was immense.

Within that moment, they knew their fate would be revealed to them. The three were of similar power levels, and were like three puzzle pieces… As for the rest of the puzzle… That beast showed them a glimpse… And… It… Was… Glorious… How the universe fit together... All the reasons... So many reasons, for each of the smallest things... The justice in all that existed, the god damn justification of it all...

Frey knelt down and immediately began to cry. He had no idea the universe could be so beautiful. Yet it was.

In that moment, Frey looked back at all his struggles, all his complaints, and all the curses he threw at god… And he felt ashamed…

Frey’s first thought was… If I had known… If you’d only tell me from the beginning… But he was smart enough to realize, that the very idea of it was blasphemy. If he had been pointed in the direction he needed to go, it would taint his future achievement, it would scar it, and after having achieved it, he would have to live with this beast always hovering above him, locked in the stage he was left in.

No, it was grace for Frey to see it for himself. The beast showed them, that the very height that he stood on, the one that he showed to the three brothers; it was also achievable for them.

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And all of it, the grace, the shame, the inspiration to reach higher… It brought Frey to his knees. Just a moment earlier he was rejoicing in having achieved godhood, in that he would be all powerful in his universe… But in the next moment, he found himself kneeling. That’s how great this glory was.

Frey’s two brothers felt the same; expressing it in different ways. Zayn turned away, too ashamed to even acknowledge it. Harold immediately plunged a dagger into his arm, hoping that the pain would keep the love that he was shown at bay; he didn’t want to be anywhere near it, let alone feel it.

But that beast knew that even this glimpse was slightly too much for the new gods. So he diluted their feelings with duty. The beast had a job for them. There was a world out there, filled to the brim with children. And threatening them, was a god who had strayed. If nothing was done, those children would be doomed.

Frey bowed his head and accepted the job. Zayn said yes to simply be away from this place. Harold screamed out his frustration before yelling out, “Fine, bitch!”

And that’s how three gods found themselves on Earth, at a diner in the middle of nowhere, where most of the life that this place saw was passing through on the highway. That’s how Frey found himself smoking a cigarette outside, only now contemplating what had just occurred. Frey lets out a sigh, smoke escaping from his mouth and nostrils. When he thought of that beast… Fuck. I never want to see that bastard again. Frey thinks, confirming his feelings.

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Harold stabs his leg once more. He still felt it. That love hanging over him like an inescapable canopy. What that bastard showed… When Harold looked around him, he could still see it. It’s fucking everywhere. He exclaims angrily before stabbing himself once more.

Zayn frowns. “Can you fucking stop that!? It’s fucking gross!” He exclaims.

Harold also frowns. “I fucking can’t do anything else, Zayn! You little bitch! It’s the only way I know how to deal with what we saw! Fuck! It’s better than what you’re doing, bitch.” Harold says ruthlessly.

Zayn’s brows furrow. “And what’s that, genius?” He asks, daring him.

Harold immediately smirks. “Questioning all your life’s decisions. Like a little bitch.” He says, still not caring to express sympathy.

Anger flares up on Zayn’s face and his hand immediately swings out to backhand slap Harold in the face.

**SMACK**

Harold takes the hit and immediately laughs. “Now that’s better. Certainly more helpful than moping around.” He says, delighted.

Anger was still on Zayn’s face but his breathing calmed. He looks to the window once more, hoping to distract himself with the new scenery, the new world. “I can’t fucking look at anything the same way again. What an asshole that guy was.” Zayn says.

Harold smiles. “I agree. That guy’s a bastard.” He says.

Zayn looks to Harold and Harold looks to Zayn. “I never want to see that bastard again.” They both say.

The two immediately let out a laugh. The two both felt it; laughing was all they could fucking do.