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“It’s… Power of Almighty?” Alan was still a little educated. When he saw the star, he knew Tigris’ identity. He gulped, and he felt frightened. Although the Academy of Social Sciences was totally unrelated to Power of Almighty, Alan still knew about Power of Almighty’s dignified reputation, especially when he heard that a new God of War had recently been elected. He was so dignified that nobody could afford to offend him. Naturally, a small character like Alan was not qualified to meet the God of War. But, he had been hearing about the God of War, so he also knew Power of Almighty.

“I need to help. I promise to do no intentional harm to him.” His eyes grew large. Only Vasilia and Vasili were given god names. We had patron gods and goddesses who our parents petitioned for the privilege of representation. Our deity guided us personally, more than the patron goddess of the demons. We were their avatars on earth and worked in their names. Every demon knew a god name meant we were the most powerful of our species. “And you?” He nodded at Serena. “Lorelai. Like the German water spirit.” Serena saluted a little.

As if something inside me started to burst. ‘Did you enjoy that fun life you had? You waste so much time already…’ That voice started to ring a bell in my head. The owner of that voice… there was no doubt it was him. Godar, a god of time and stars. Laughter was again heard. It was… really him. This place is something that has gods and goddesses. Although their interaction with the mortals is limited, they can still give or offer mortals something. Just like how Brother Clad can manipulate the elements of Earth.

The prophecy had ignited. From below, Marcus chanted old words, his palms pressed to the mountain. The seer stood with him, reinforcing the ancient shield that kept the mountain from crumbling beneath divine rage. Darius, blade drawn, fought shadows unleashed by the gods—phantoms twisted from forgotten souls. His movements were ruthless and loyal. “No one touches her,” he spat through gritted teeth. In the heart of the storm, Ava reached the first god. “You called me a mistake,” she growled, energy crackling from her hands. “But I was chosen before you ever spoke my name.”

Hikaru added from the sidelines. " No, Rhane is the creator of Versions." Amber shook her head. " What?!" Manor and I exclaimed as we both poked our heads out of our huddle. " Yeah, a long time ago, long before the war of the gods for the one true god. The gods were having a cold war against each other. Asil Luna Goddess of Healing and Lexi Bathory God of Virtue against Exinious, God of War, and Helder Lord of the underworld. The only one that stayed neutral was Zagerust, the God of curiosity. He's the only one that remained friends of the two sides, but he was easily distracted by his curiosity that he couldn't stop the cold war." Amber started the tale with a nod.

Hades. Just the name had been bouncing around the insides of his skull all day. He had barely been able to concentrate on any schoolwork. How was he, James, supposed to stand up against a force such as that, a god with immense power and creatures at his disposal? The answers would not formulate in his mind and James felt incredibly vulnerable. Even his dreams weren’t safe.

Something was going on. … "It was a bold move, brother!" Adras said. "Invading a country, supposedly protected by the gods." "Not to mentioning almost draining the princess dry," Yura continued. I had heard this stories so many times before. 'I have lived for over 2 thousand years, nothing, not even some pretend gods could hurt me.' "I grew sick of hearing the nonsense and prophesies about a blessed princess in a protected country, " I answered them angry. "We are the gods, we take everything we want, it is rightfully ours to take."

He's here for me, I know it. Usually, when I know someone is trying to get close to me, I avoid them at all cost. For example, Micah, the Virtue Humility lives upon the Moon also, but we keep our distance. Any time we cross the line between each, something bad happens. "Are you The Moon?" I ask him. It's not a completely absurd question. Many assume there is a mortal like embodiment of his power. Damon laughs. "I wish. No, I'm just a kid who works for him."

He smirked and looked back at me. “Get dressed. We will wait in here. When you are ready come out and talk to us.” He shut the door behind him. I took a deep breath. What the hell is going on? Two fucking full-blooded gods are in my apartment. Not just any gods my gods the goddess of the moon the mother of all werewolves and Lycans, Selene. Typhon was also here the god of the dragons, one of the strongest gods there is.

A little introduction would help. I'm the crown prince to the Alvandia Kingdom. Our city has been under a curse for some decades by a Goddess, and it came to manifest in my time.. Every hour that passes ten lives are taken, either kids or our livestock, our water is blue and poisonous, the leaves are dying. Factually, Alvandia is in darkness. The place were butterflies and child lingers about, is no more. The Oracle was summoned and it was made known that the cure for the land, was to take hold of the evil goddess who cursed the land, sacrifice her, and place her pale hands on the land for cleansing.