Author Games: Ragnarok

Task Six: It Was When I Ruled The World

Camazotz lay on his back, staring absently up at the gray ceiling of his room. The heavy wooden door to  his right lay open, revealing a tasteful, if somewhat gloomy, hallway. The bed beneath him was firm and unyielding, much like his employers. He sighed and closed his eyes.

It had not been a good day. The Fates had sent him on an extraordinarily hazardous venture for a vial memory-water from the Well of Mimir. Mimir had not been pleased. In fact, Camazotz had only escaped with his life and the vial by doing rather unpleasant things to the giant's mortal attendants, even by his standards.

Then, to top it all off, he had returned somewhat battered to the Fates only to be informed that the fatalities from the Spring of Morpheus had already happened, claiming both Eros and the Erlking. 

He frowned. Eros and the Erlking... he hadn't pegged them for the die-from-bad-water type. The had been powerful, intelligent, everything that he expected from a victor. It almost seemed unfair that they could perish from a sip of water. Gods were not meant to die thus.

"That's the problem," he told the ceiling. "There was none of this de-powered nonsense back in the glory days. Gods were immortal, and stayed that way. They did not scurry to get some random vial of memory-water whenever the Fates didn't feel like doing their shopping. They told their mortals, their heroes, whoever they wanted, and it got done."

Camazotz felt his lips pull back from his teeth. 

"That's when all the stuff of legend happened. Not in this godsforsaken era. Not when the mortals have forgotten the powers of fear, of spine-chilling terror that comes from looking into the dark and knowing they aren't alone." He noticed absently that his fists were clenching, and relaxed them. "Not that I can blame them. We the gods have forgotten, too. We've forgotten how to be proper gods. We've forgotten the beauty that only came when we ruled the world."

The ceiling made no response. He closed his eyes and smiled.

"I'm almost there, though. This won't last for long. The fight will end and the world will change forever."

His words echo unnaturally loud.

"And finally, things will be as they should be.

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The Arena: Mostly irrelevant. Pick whichever one you want.

The Task: The only requirement for this task is that, at some point, your tribute must have a flashback. This flashback will describe what it was like when they were remembered/feared/worshipped by the general populace. Flashbacks can include (but are most certainly not limited to:) snippets of mythology, interactions with worshippers, parts of actual history, etc. Be creative! It's what makes these tasks interesting.

Kills: Two ballot deaths. Four gods will go up for votes. Two will be eliminated. 

Due Date: Friday, March 27, at 5 PM EST