Chapter 1
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In a spatial dimension with outer space-like scenery, a group of divine beings converse in heated discussion.
A minuscule globe-like earth was situated in the very center of a spherical, doughnut shaped table made up of bluish nethermist, which held all kinds of delicacy, scattered scroll parchments, and large flasks of wine.
A being adorned in stylish black tuxedo sits alone in the far corner of the table, away from the main banquet. He is slumped in the table with his food untouched, absentmindedly stirring with his forefinger his wine chalice, spilling the diminutive contents within. Yet not once ever parting his gaze upon the small enchanted globe, probing the creatures it held. The globe was the New Aetheria, a world created with the assistance of all the Gods, Goddesses, and the Divine Creator himself.
His glare was fierce, brows furrowed. His eyes contained a glint of madness and hidden rage from the smug faces the Gods and Goddesses were directing at him. Nonetheless, he kept his calm. Even if they have had conspired to convict and conceal his dearly cherished friend, Ostheroth, away from him, their schemes shall fail still. For not preventing him from casting his dice is a mistake they cannot undo.
For he knows, not one of the Gods nor the Goddesses may drought the seeds he sow.
Do they really think they can outsmart Floki, the God of Mischief and Trickery?
One of his treasured possessions, the Compass of Yearning, had already reached the hands of one of the high mortals, a term used to described the descended players.
He once gave it to Ostheroth for safe keeping, eons ago. His connection to the compass was lost after his friend’s capture. Somehow, now he can feel his soul imprint on it growing stronger as his gaze was guided towards the Desolate Lands, the Continent of the South. After a thousand years, his bestfriend finally managed to give him a sign. In due time, he would know where his friend is confined. In due time…In due course
Even Lady Fate can’t help feeling nervous as he flashed a smile to those conspirators who managed to one-up on him.
Those arrogant ambitious bitches, one day they’ll know how terribly mistaken they are for electing to the old geezer a rule of non-interference. The Old Man just smiled as he inquired to them if they were sure about the choice they’re about to make, for it is final and cannot be undone. His twinkling eyes were focused on the man alone in the corner, as the Gods and Goddesses confidently stood by their word.
“Then it shall be” (Morgan Freeman’s voice)
Bad move. A very, very bad move indeed.
Now they celebrate, they feast merrily still. For they think their plans, their interests are safe and secured while the lone man lament for the loss of one of his limbs. They think his influence took a heavy blow since now he can’t interfere with Aetheria, the game which they play, toying with lives. With strength in numbers and the advantage they have against him fuels their pride. Their arrogance soared as they know they succeeded in suppressing his powers.
How terribly wrong they were.
One of the Gods near him, a robust man with a figure only the strong should have, approached him and sat beside his stool. He wore a dark jade cloak, his facial expressions grim.
“Floki, I am sorry for your loss. I would never have guessed their ambitions exceed their wisdom. To conspire against you is as distasteful as bile.”
“Jormundgandr my good friend, you have no idea how consoling those words are for me. Now they jest that the God of Deceit was outplayed and undone. They were not wrong", floki chuckles
"Besides, I think I deserved it. Time and time again I’ve had made my pranks against them and now the tables have turned.” Floki answered, yawning and not even looking at him. Some of the Divine beings draw near him as well. Their contempt not even veiled.
“Ha! The God of Deceits was tricked, how delightful a day it is!” laugh one of the Goddess with stunning beauty as she made a beeline to where he was. She was dressed in golden intricate armor, her Amazonian physique was matched only with her battle aura, screaming of how idiotic it is to receive her in battle. Another beauty which emanates divine flames with her body has spoken as well
“Sister Galatea, how ironic even! Floki, I must ask, should you really hang onto that title? It doesn’t even suit you no more!”
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“Shut your mouth, Hestia. Killing someone you have no enmity with for the sake of power is not-” Jormundgandr was cut off by Hestia as anger was evident in his aura, pressuring the other party to back off yet they continued to spew insults at the yawning unconcerned God.
“Oh suck my balls Jor! Stop lecturing me about neither decency nor ambition. Even you would bend over backwards when given the opportunity acquire such heavenly defying powers.” Countered Hestia while smirking and folding her limbs.
Floki, have yet to face in their direction, as all his concentration was still in the sphere, looking at the battle between a party of twelve and an army of hellspawns. He laughs to himself once in a while as if he heard a joke from inside the sphere. The two Goddesses who were mocking him were burning with fury as they were adamantly ignored while most of the other entities draw nearer to their squabbles.
“Hey you fuck! Stop ignoring us!” mused one of the closer Goddess. Others were now crowding where they were and wondering what the defamed Floki is up to now. After a while Floki stood up and smiled at the gathered crowd.
“Mother, Old Man, I must apologize but I really should retire. I have grieved long enough and it is time I move on.” Floki bowed sincerely.
“Are you sure dear? Haven’t you yet bestow a blessing to the players? Have you abstained like most of your children?” lovingly whispered Gaia, the mother of all Gods and of the earth.
“Already have mum. The Craftlore and the Synthesis Trait should suffice no? I am thankful for the opportunity to be allowed to bestow two instead of one. This gift you have given to console me of the death of my sworn brother is most heartfelt.” Guilt manifest in the demeanor of some of the beings as he turned his back to the traitors he called family.
“Hahaha surely you jest! Giving horse dung for a blessing. Are you sure you would want to leave them with such a weak trait not even used in combat?” A man in the further back scorned as another voice took his attention
The Old Creator, indifferently left the spatial banquet in the opposite direction as soon as he saw Gaia being preoccupied again with heavenly beasts of the void she called 'cute pets' in which she cutely followed away while gesturing meow meow. The attention was redirected again at Floki when his eternal nemesis started speaking.
“Are you sure little brother? Surely this is not enough to satiate your feelings. I admit I assumed that you would bestow your Spatial magics to your chosen champion but I guess I was wrong since you don’t even want to participate in the game. I’m sure the diseased Ostheroth would want you partake?” Frejiah, the Goddess of Passion and Desire sneered, mocking him greatly.
Gaia departed as well and followed the direction where her old hunsband went, sadden by how vicious her children were to each other. The conversation was turning to the wrong direction and she knew the ploy her husband did. Apparently so did Floki.
Floki stopped moving and face them with a smile plastered on his face.
“Thank you dear sister for your concern but now i understand. Ostheroth isn’t dead huh. You wouldn’t kill the only person besides father that understands those powerful tomes unless you want to lose those tomes forever now would you? And no, I have no desire to have a champion so early in the game. And what makes you so sure I haven’t bestowed my spatial magic to Aetheria? And since you so desire to diminish my control to that world you even stupidly made a rule of me not interfering too much in that world that you failed to notice that you yourself, along with others cannot interfere either. Hahahaha” The man in tuxedo laugh as he left the angered crowd.
“Whatever do you mean you weakling?!” angrily shouted Galatea, the Goddess of War
“You should never have voted not to step foot and interfere with Aetheria." mused Floki as he grabbed his longcoat, turntail and dusted his black suede shoes.
"Didn’t you know? The tomes were stolen eons ago! Only a few knew of its location including the old man, whom transferred it to that world! Hahaha! Such a pity your ambitions lead to you this moment. Sister Hestia what were you saying again about my title? Anyway I should look for my friend somewhere. I know one of you are hiding him. Unfortunately for you people I have dirt in all of you. Once I found out who, well, let’s just say regret would be the last thing he/she would experience. Ahahaha tata for now”
Floki left the crowd bewildered and shocked. Some of them were laughing their arse off at the stupidity of the proprietors. They never truly understand how vicious Floki was when mad. It was true that he knows all their weaknesses. Now the man demands retribution and all of them are cowering to what that man is capable of doing. There is a saying that goes
‘Beware a patient man’s fury’
For Floki is a very patient man, his ire much worse, and his wrath a calamity.
(end)
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