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The Gods huddled around the crystal mirror that floated in mid-air. Each of their faces held mixed expressions. Some were of curiosity, others had perplexed expressions, but out of all the gods, one god stood out among the crowd with a grim look. His divine aura was unparalleled against all the other gods. When he spoke it was in a solemn and deep voice that commanded authority and obedience, silencing the mutterings and whispers of the lesser gods.
“Brothers, sisters, what we have here is a mutated soul. This has only happened once in the past millennium and he was a figure that caused significant changes in the mortal world.”
“What exactly does this mean Threxon?”
“Well Lupust, seeing as you are a new god you don’t know this”, he sighed, “this signifies that soul is not bounded by the laws of fate, and it seems to be drifting along the river soul towards reincarnation, something which we have no control over once it has entered its stream.”
Lupust’s mouth involuntarily opened and his eyes sprung open in astonishment, being unbounded by the laws of fate meant that the gods were unable to control the being. Sure they could kill him and return him back into the Spirit Pond, but then that soul would be reborn again. Not to mention that in killing him the gods would be going against fate themselves and this was an unbreakable rule since the beginning of Time. If they were to violate the law, then the gods themselves will be punished and disintegrated into dust. Being free from the laws of fate meant that the soul had the potential to either cause great chaos or do great goodwill as they could not be stopped even by the gods, beings who have reached the top of the hierarchal system.
Talk sprouted forth from the gods again, growing exponentially from whispers then into an uproar until Threxon had to shout to control the situation.
“SILENCE!”
Some of the gods shrieked at the immense pressure emanating from him while others cowered in fear, a few of the spirits that were serving refreshments fainted and the clatter of the diamond platter could be heard.
“There will be no petty squabbles in the Council of the gods, control yourself everyone.”
It has been a while since the gods heard Threxon raise his voice, he was the most controlled out of them all, and was able to remain calm and collected at all times, making him the unquestionable King of the gods. Clearly he was agitated.
“What do we do now?” asked a child among the crowd.
Heads turned to see the God of Innocence Terecia, speak out and all eyes focused on the little girl that looked to be around 5 but her eyes told a different story altogether, eyes that were so deep that seemed to contain mini spiralling galaxies. She looked exactly like the perfect dolls with those frilly dresses and polished leather shoes. Having everyone’s attention on her, she shrieked and meekly hid behind Lupust, peeking out every now and then.
Threxon spoke, “We need someone to supervi...” but was quickly cut short by Lupust.
“I will”
“You? Lupust?”
“Yes I’m curious, also not to mention that it seems to be travelling towards the heritage of my extinct clan, meaning that it will revive at my clan place soon”.
Terecia ducked out from Lupust and spoke while stuttering, “umm…I…I…I also want to look out for that spirit…”, and then vanished behind Lupust again as soon as she appeared.
Threxon raised an eyebrow, two gods supervising that soul? Well that would certainly provide a sense of security, in case something disastrous would happen, they would be able to prevent it as they were pretty strong.
He nodded, “very well, Lupust and Terrecia will supervise and follow this mutated soul while keeping an eye on it as it grows up, make sure to treat the spirit well and set him upon a path of righteousness and justice, who knows what will happen if he deviates from that path, I don’t even want to think about it...” proclaimed Threxon as he shuddered, it would apocalyptic if that soul became tainted and rebelled against the gods.
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“Now is there anything else that requires attention?”
Chatter broke out after that, some of the gods complained that their followers needed more land to expand on and others accused of each other taking their food, just a few squabbles here and there. It became rowdy, but all the gods welcomed the energetic mood, since it provided a break from the previous tense atmosphere on the topic of the mutated soul. One of the more notable events was that the spirits in the south reported of an earthquake in the area, but when the spirits of the gods investigated the issue, and returned back to the gods, it was dismissed as just a natural occurrence.
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Deep underground where only the unnatural blue glow of the minerals shed light, a sinister shadow covered by a hood, listened to his servant as it recounted the events. A throne carved from Onyx, a rare black gemstone stood raised with steps leading up to it, the throne was quite high and anyone in the presence of it would feel absolutely terrified of the black aura emanating from it. On each of the steps were highlighted images of people suffering from famine and disease. At the back of the throne was a painting of death and decay. If one was able to get close enough, whispers of wails could be heard from the people in the paintings, begging to be released from their eternal torment. Skeletons starving, people vomiting blood, the slow torture as their limbs are ripped apart one by one, you name it. Every single suffering known to the living was placed in this painting and would entice anyone who viewed it, to rip out their own eyes and bleed to death.
But the shadow enjoyed it.
The human kneeled and recounted the events of what it heard at the Conference of the gods, and with each passing word the shadow’s eyes seemed to glow a brighter shade of dark red.
As it opened its gleaming jaw, black wisps of smoke floated out from it.
“So this mutated soul, it’s not bound by the laws?”
“Yes Master, even the gods are unable to control it, the most they can do is influence its path.”
The shadow brought its arm to a thinking position and whispered, “That is excellent news, this means we can influence it too.” It paused and then said in a hushed tone, “you have done well Greed, I am most pleased. Send out the other Deadly Sins, find this mutated soul, recruit the being into our army, then overthrowing the gods would never be easier.”
The shadow emanated a soul chilling laugh, clearly it was happy at having another superpower at its disposal
It continued, “…and what about the army? Did the gods notice after the earthquake?”
“No Master, it was a risky move summoning the inferno behemoth, however the foolish gods did not suspect a thing, I have also gone a step further of replacing the messengers of the gods with some of our own.”
The shadow grinned and raised an arm, revealing withered bones surrounded by flickering blue flames, beckoning his servant to come closer.
“Come closer, you have made me extremely happy Greed, come here for your reward.”
Greed stood up from its kneeling position and moved towards the stairs leading up to the onyx carved gemstone throne, and kneeled again. He could feel his master hand rest upon his head, a surprisingly pleasant cool feeling against his scalp.
Suddenly a shock of ecstasy filled his mind and the servant collapsed writhing in pleasure, twitching and jerking violently as he was filled with bliss while the shadow just gave a small evil grin.
The Shadow waited for centuries, a couple of years meant no difference to him, and not when they were almost nearing Ragnarök. The shadow eerily laughed, and melted into the air while the servant was still spasming, gasping for air and eyes rolling backwards.
They would wait……for the ideal time……