ZARATHUSTRA

Immediate tension

Zarathustra walked down the hall. His footsteps making a light tapping noise, which where accompanied by the jungle of his ceremonial outfit, made custom by the horoths. A floating halo that slightly resembled a hope particle floated over his head. His wrist and neck cuffs where now on and he had a few extra robes on his waist. His belt wrapped in. Gold chains and small white diamonds. Each step he took they jitters and clattered in a high pitch. The noise echoed down the hall.

Zarathustra walked as he saw pictures. Of other hope gods. He pondered upon them, his mind awake with curiosity, yet his face and eyes blank and dull without emotion. Each one was posed in the picture. Either sat down or stood up.

As he walked he stopped and turned his head. One caught his eye.

He looked at the red haired man in the picture, who wore golden armor and white robes. Raiku. The horoths have said his name once or twice in the first few days of his xenogod role. He must be rather important.

Zarathustra turned and saw two horoths approach him.

Zarathustra stood tall anticipating a question or request.

Horoth: Master, we have been informed of a sudden visit of the other two xenogods, they wish to meet you.

Almost on cue two beings of massive power appear beside the horoths. One has a strange alien appearance with long hair like tentacles that flow down the side of their head.
The other was an anthropomorphic goat of black fur. Both had ornamental garbs on.

Baphomet: greetings Zarathustra. I am Baphomet.

Sladov: hello hope god, I am sladov. I am the xenogod of creation

Baphomet: and I am the xenogod of death. We understand that you have been through....some...

Zarathustra wasn't even looking at them. He just stared blankly ahead. Mouth slightly open. Soft raspy breaths escaped his lips.

Zarathustra then began to twitch a tad. Both of the xenogods stared at him. Not in wonder. But in concern and slight worry.

Suddenly he stopped.

Zarathustra: I am Zarathustra as you may know. I have taken garroths place as the xenogod of hope....

Zarathustra said this rather slowly. As if he was reluctant to say it. Baphomet scoffed at Zarathustra but then shook his head, composing himself.

Baphomet: we came here to lay down the rules of being a xenogod. While they are very strict, we find that you will adapt to them rather fast.

Sladov: the first rule. You may not enter the xenoverse unless we as a collective group allow it.

Zarathustra:................w-.....what?........

Baphomet: that basically means we have to have a vote on who gets to go in and stop a exenoversal threat. Only one of us can be in at a time, otherwise there could be widespread panic of our existence.

Zarathustra:..............................

Baphomet: luckily for you we also came to aight you up for your first exenoversal threat task. It's Lucifer, and he somehow got a hold of the dragon balls and was able to revive himself....I know you have some...history with him.

Zarathustra:......yes....I'll take the task.......now leave...

Sladov: ..excuse you?

Baphomet: very well, we will take our leave. Just make sure it gets done Zarathustra.

Sladov: wha-...

Baphomet: sladov..do not...let us go now..

Sladov stares at Zarathustra. His dull eyes burn into hers. She shivers at his stare as they then vanish into thin air.

And with that. Zarathustras hell was cemented into his mind.