"Where.....is this?"
But only then did he notice he isn’t alone. He looked around to see the expressions of the flabbergasted people, old, adult, children, some were sleeping, some were naked with soap all over there bodies, some were starved, some were junkies. All sorts of humans were in here with him. Too many... easily exceeded 500. They are all screaming and yelling about how they want to go home, asking for their whereabouts, if their family is okay, just being noisy.
In situations like these, it’s better to have a calm composure.
'Who am I kidding?' Thought Mors as he freaked the fuck out internally. No amount of training could prepare him for this rollercoaster of a life he lived.
His knees became weak so he slowly made his way to a table where a dark hair, black eyed individual was seated. He didn’t want to strike up a conversation with the unusually quiet man because he seemed flat out creepy, he doesn’t even look worried.
Amidst all the commotion 6 peculiar dressed individuals walked elegantly onto the center stage. Mors raised a brow when he seen the 7’1 behemoth of a man that resembled Zeus, his favorite mythological god. He soon realized that the other five resembled greek gods as well.
The guy who was standing to the right of Zeus was completely engulfed in a black mist, Mors could not understand why he felt so...attracted to it. He was the only person who's face he couldn't see. The infatuation with this mist soon grew to a height that Mors couldn't control, the 'mist' caught the gaze of Mors and tilted(?) THEIR head in confusion.
“SILENCE!” (Zeus)
The chatter instantly ceased. Mors wasn’t talking but could still feel an invisible force keeping his jaws tightly clamped, preventing him from even grunting.
“First and foremost, I am what you perceive me to be, you may see me as an old guy with white hair and beard, a humanoid figure with cosmos covering every inch of my body.. or even a Devil. Another important thing you should know is that you will not being seeing your families anymore, they won’t even remember you even if you go back to Earth. Yes, You can get back...it’s just that we won’t send you back. Now that that’s out of the way, You are all going to serve a grand purpose, you should feel Honored. What is that grand purpose Your Lordship? Well thanks for asking, it’s to serve as our entertainment!”(Zeus)
'I fucking knew it. Just by the way this dick is talking down on us, I knew he’d say some weird shit. Stick us in a colosseum and have us fight to the death only for the reward to be his personal slave or some shit. I utterly decline.' Mors stood up and pushed his chair in, he'd had enough of the supernatural bullshit for several lifetimes.
“You will all receive a blessing from each one of the lesser gods, don’t fret just yet, they all have the potential to become just as great as us...might take them a few millennia! BAHAhahahaha”(Zeus)
Mors turned on his pivot and seated himself back down. ' A chance...to become...a Fucking God...FUCK YES!'
And as if on cue, a group of people that were dressed in less ornate clothing and armed with spears and shields started rounding people up.
“Oh! Where are my manners? You all may speak now.”
Soon as the force vanished, It was an uproar.
“FUCK THAT SHIT SEND ME HOME NOW!” (???)
“IS IT MONEY??? DRUGS? WOMEN?? NAME IT I’LL GET YOU IT JUST DONT KILL ME!” (???)
“IF ITS MY BODY YOU WANT YOU CAN HAVE IT JUST SEND ME HOME!!” (つ ͡ꈍ ͜ʖ̫ ͡ꈍ )
'Zeus' snapped his fingers and they exploded into a mess of guts.
'They should’ve known it wouldn’t be that easy, idiots.'
“Let me make this clear, You. Are. Nothing.’'
a voice resounded in Mors head that was so loud, it felt like his skull would split in two. He fell to the floor and clutched his head in an attempt to alleviate the pain. Apparently he wasn’t the only one as wails and cries filled his ears. Judging by the pure anguish in their voice, he could tell that they truly wished they could die. Which is strange because it felt like he had a bad migraine at best.
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He stood up and looked around, surprisingly he wasn’t the only one standing. Albeit those who were, were kneeling and slobbering with every breath they took. The one that caught Mors's attention was a lady that was standing upright seemingly unaffected too. They both were looking in each other's direction, she was too far for him to see any details but he can for sure say that she... Has some really thicc thighs.
He would make it his mission to find her when this is all done.
Suddenly, Mors had come to a realization.
"Wait, I can see! HAHA, My vision!! It's back!! HAHAHAHA!!!" Mors forgot his situation for a second as he realized he had somehow been healed from his fight with the major.
All gods present looked at both of them with intense curiosity before the one shrouded in mist made a move towards Mors. Zeus noticing this, mumbled a few words towards the knight which made THEM cease all movement.
“Your lordship, permission to speak.” (THEM)
“Granted.” (Veres)
“Why did you stop me from making an example out of that insolent fool?” (THEM)
“You were honestly thinking of killing a kid? Have you no heart?” (Veres)
“Your lordship, permission to speak freely.” (THEM)
“Granted.”(Veres)
"Did you not destroy an entire planet because there wasn't a Starbuc-" (THEM)
"OH GREAT HEAVENS, would you look at the time!? I should get back to explaining, hehe..ᕕ( ╯°□° )ᕗ" (Veres)
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"Hey boy, calm down for a second..." (???)
Mors stopped his antics and focused up, he locked eyes with the strange tattooed man before seating himself once again.
"What do you want?"
"An answer to a question." (???)
"..."
"..." (???)
"Fookin' spit it out m8!"
"Not here, let's go somewhere more private for our discussion.." The man stated as he arose from his seat, slowly walking over to Mors.
"I don't think those guys.." Mors gestured to the six on stage, "..will let us leave peacefully."
"Do not worry, you haven't caught their eye so you should be fine...plus, we are already here." (???)
"Good evening, Master." (???)
"Good evening, Seraphine." (Master)
"Wait what?" (Mors)
Mors looked around in confusion, the setting changed from a grand ballroom to a mountain top with an old, shabby two-story house in the middle. He quickly patted himself down to make sure all of his 'parts' were there before he continued to soak in the new sight. At this point in his life he was no longer amazed by all of the abra-cadabra magic going on.
He felt as if he would soon go insane.
Stuck trying to decipher what's 'normal' and what isn't.
“Where is the rest of it? Is there a secret lair or a secluded room behind a book case?” He asked as he followed him into the house. He briefly locked eyes with Seraphine, and noted her bright pink hair and other-worldly beauty.
“What is your name?” The one addressed as master asked Mors as they entered the house, closely followed by Seraphine.
“Mors. You?”
“...I have many names...”
“....oh....okay.” ಠ_ಠ
“Did you understand what Veres explained?"
"Who's Veres?"
"The one who stood above the rest."
"Does he stand above you as well?"
The man chuckled, "Sure...Answer my question."
Mors clenched his jaw at that, "..Gods give monkey power, monkey fight other monkey, only one monkey stands."
“Let me ask you something, do you know how much killing intent you are currently leaking out right now?”(Master)
“Killing intent? no, not that I know of.”
“Hmm... I see.”
“Answer this, W-.” (Master)
“No. How about I ask the questions no-." (Mors)
"You will answer what Mi'lord asks of you, HUMAN!" (Seraphine)
Mors clenched his fist while grinding his teeth, "Who the fuck asked you to speak?"
"Mortal, You are nothing but a dog compared to her." (Master)
Mors smirked and pointed at the man, "If I am a dog then you're Dog Shit!"
...
The air grew cold.
"Dog shit? heh heh hehhahahahahahahahAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH MEEEE? DOG SHIT????? A GODDDDD? AHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Mors eyed the man quizzically as he took several steps back, he observed the man as six pitch black wings emerged from his back.
"DOG SHIT HE SAYS~ HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA DOG SHIT! DOG SHIT! DOG SHIT! DOG SHIT?...................................................................I'll show you dog shit, mortal." Mors watched as his black eyes turned a crimson hue, a crimson so deep that it literally glowed.
The man stretched his hand to Mors and suddenly an invisible force hit him, knocking the wind out of his chest and sending him flying through the front door.
Seraphine was taken aback, "Master! You weren't suppose to kill him!"
The man shrugged, "I have no need for a pet who doesn't know his place.........?" The man questioned his vision as he seen a bloody and bruised Mors rise from within the rubble.
'I used more than 25% of my power in that attack.....any normal human should be reduced to ashes......how is he......?' The man thought.
Mors felt incredibly fatigued, his internal organs felt a mess, but still he stood.
"I wonder if a God could feel pain..." a whisper to himself as he outstretched a hand of his own, his static just itching to be released.
The man seen this action and crazily smiled, no fear of being hurt seen within his eyes.
Mors shifted his hand and hovered over Seraphine. His fingers curled and Seraphine, in response, wailed out in pain. Her knees bent the opposite way as her fingers and toes did the same.
The man had confusion clear on his face, he wondered how Mors had access to magic. He scowled as he looked at Mors, "Boy, you have better stop...Angering me is something you shouldn't do-."
His voice was drowned out by the screams of Seraphine.
Mors squeezed his hand even tighter, sickening squelches and pops could be heard coming from her body as her bones were re-arranged and positioned out of place, Mors smiled as her screams grew louder and louder, "Do you feel pain, God?" He asked as his hand made a closed fist and Seraphine screams came to a halt.
Her body....bloody and unrecognizable....just a heap of flesh oddly placed.
The man's face flashed with anger for a brief second before it was replaced with a stoic gaze.
He smiled.
He viewed Mors's haggard body and took several steps closer, his mood brightening with each step.
"Mors....Mors...You are the one...."
The last thing Mors heard before he lost consciousness.
The man caught his limp body, "You will be the one to stand above them all."