c a l l m e a s i n n e r
g o d h e l p a n y o n e w h o d i s r e s p e c t s t h e
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"you are right for this world. I feel it. You walk upon my earth and beneath my skin and it is a thrill. You might not breathe life into the rose or the willow, but you bring life to me."
- St. Claire
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disclaimer : i will be changing some of the names to fit with the story
warnings : blood / swearing
length : 1.4 k
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"The last time I will ever help some mortal." He snapped while trudging through the heavy snow. The large black horse, Alastor, pulled a large cart full of the gods belonging.
The battle for the nation know as l'manberg had not gone as planned, the mortals who had called for his help had betrayed him once again. He told them all what he desired, chaos and anarchy, yet they had been surprised when he followed through on those very desires. How could he have been so foolish to believe that a group of mortals could be trusted. It is in their very nature to deceive and lie.
They call for the help of a god, yet they think themselves above.
The remainder of his energy was used to move all of his things from his base of operation out to the icy tundra. Isolation, rest, time; these are the things he needed. The battle had taken a lot out of the god. The mental struggle of dealing with the very thing he prayed wouldn't happen, the summoning of weapons of mass destruction from his deathly kingdom, the quick packing of everything and the subsequent fleeing so he wouldn't be hunted down, had all taken its toll.
"Come on boy it's only a couple more miles." He mumbles to the large beast as he looks down at the compass telling him how to get to the small safe house. The cold air whipped across his face, freezing his hands and feet. The young god was never a fan of the cold, his kingdom was warmed by the constant following lava and the endless burning fire. The nether, as it was called be the mortals, was his home.
Finally he reached the house. He sighed in relief and put Alastor in a stall next to the house. He dragged most of the stuff from the cart into the small house. He closed the door behind him and sat down with his back against the wall. "Never again." He mumbled to himself and slowly got up lighting a fire.
He undid the clasp of his blood red cap and wrapped it around his frame for some extra warmth. He stared into the fire, full of rage and a thirst for revenge, he thought back to the events that happened mere hours ago. The plan had been so perfect, had it not involved the mortals, they always have this perfect way of messing everything up. Their failure was disgusting, their morals skewed, their actions sinful.
He thought back on what he had done for them, what he had sacrificed. He showered them with armor and weapons forged from the metals of his fiery kingdom. He supplied potions to give them god like abilities, arrows dipped in poison and crossbows that could pierce any shield. He rode into battle side by side with people he had come to consider family. And when push came to shove they left him.
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She walked up and down the seemingly endless rows of flowers and trees that filled almost every inch of the large conservatory. Her mothers doing. Kore often found herself uncomfortable in the monotony of it all. She always knew what life was going to throw at her, it was the same everyday.
Her mother had built this place for her, decorated it and filled it with as much life as she could. Yet her mother could never change what this place was, it wasn't a home it was a prison. She kept her daughter locked up and away from the rest of the world. She was forced to sit and watch the world change around her. What was the point in immortal if you can never live your life.
Despite her frustrations and yearning for freedom Kore always listened to her mother. Much like the sunflowers who turned to obey the will of the sun, the young goddess did as her mother told and never spoke out of turn.
Her mother had warned her about the people who lived beyond the glass walls of her prison. Ever since she was a child she told her stories. Stories of mortals who waged pointless wars, who killed when they wanted and who they wanted all in a quest for power. She told her about the other gods who interfered with the affairs of man like a cat plays with a mouse before devouring it.
"Everything I do is to protect you my flower." Her mothers words rang through her head as she sat down in the all too familiar chair to look upon the all too familiar view.
However, this time she had noticed something different. Smoke rose above the tree line from a couple of miles away. She knew of a small house over there, but it had been vacant for a long time. the thought of meeting a new person excited the girl. She smiled and stood up and walked over to the doors of the greenhouse. Her mother was on a trip, a month long trip up to have a meeting with the other gods. "Mother wouldn't be happy." She mumbles to herself while reaching for the handle of the door. "What she doesn't know wont hurt her." She decides and steps out of the greenhouse.
Unbothered by the cold she walked towards the direction of the house, with each step she took flowers sprung out of the snow in a vibrate full bloom. Leaving a colorful trail for her to follow back home.
Once she reached the house she hid behind a tree. She tired to get a clear view into the house to see who was there. Her eyes land on the red fabric of the cape. After a moment of debating and a few frustrated sighs she built up the courage to walk over and peer through the window. There she finds a sleeping blood god, his cape covers most of his body as the god sleeps. His bloody sword lays a few inches away from him. "Who are you?" She mumbled.
The sleeping god hears a soft voice from outside his window and grabbed his sword. Assuming it was the men coming to seek their revenge he sprung into action getting into a defensive stance. Kore instantly took off running back to her home, a trail of flowery foot steps follows in her wake. She runs into the greenhouse and closed the doors behind her. "Maybe he didn't see me." She mumbled.
He hadn't yet seen her face, he saw a flash of a while dress and a girl running away into the woods. He steps outside of his house sword in hand and walks around to the window she was standing outside. He looks down to see footsteps of colorful flowers trailing off into the woods. He raised an eyebrow in confusion and started to follow the path.
After a few minutes of walking he finds the large conservatory. Nothing else is supposed to be out here, he thought and opened the door. He is instantly hit with the smell of flowers and warm air. He walks inside and closed the door behind him.
He follows the winding paths, pushing the vegetation out of his way before ending up in the center at the small pond. He keeps his sword drawn and up at the ready. He hears a noise come from the other side of the pond. "Show yourself." He snaps not having much patience. The young goddess steps out from behind one of the marble statues.
"Who are you?" Techno asks lowering his sword and placing it on the ground. He looks at her from across the pond completely captivated by her.
"Kore and you?" She asks, both walking around the pond until they are right in front of one another.
"Techno." He answers simply.
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This is the end of chapter one, hope you enjoyed it. More chapters coming!!
