Once upon a time, The Great Asher Shiva Eris Archion was only a frail mortal. He was just like any other normal human being, hanging out with friends, attending school, failing a few of his classes, becoming depressed as a result, and, of course, be...
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What could be the cause of the strong energy? Who...Who possesses that kind of strong hatred and evil energy? I am amazed. To think that someone has enough power to destroy the runes placed in my prison is thrilling! I am enraptured by the thought of meeting this very being who could possibly free me, or us Old Gods, from our imprisonments.
I am the God of Darkness, Morbius, and I do not believe I am bound to this place eternally. I refuse to believe that the Old Gods, who were once the most powerful beings and the Supreme Rulers of the realms, can easily be defeated by those pests. By pests, I mean the arrogant immortals who ascended and entered the realm of the Gods. After they sealed us, they even had the nerve to rule over our lands and make every being forget about the truth of our existence.
I will not mention the fact that despite not being the Ruler of the Pantheons, I am still the most powerful and dreadful among the mighty godlings.
"But you just did, brother." A mocking voice is heard all throughout my empty room.
"Then give me my rightful position among the pantheon!" I blurted out.
"The pantheon attempted to do that, brother, but you refused, telling us the God of Protection deserved the status more than you," the voice replied.
"Oh, right, I did that. I forgot," I said, and laughed loudly. I turned towards the astral body behind me. "Forgive me, brother God of Light. However, I am certain you did not come here to speak of the past. State your reason."
"Oh! You are still as straightforward as ever, dear God of Darkness. Very well. I projected my soul here to converse with you about the malign energy I have felt."
So, he also felt that? But I do not see any excitement on his face. Does he not realize the seal in his prison is getting weaker?
"Excitement or happiness will not be seen on our faces, God of Darkness," a new voice blasts in my small cell. "Do not let the truth that we have different alignments slip your mind. You tend to attract negative emotions and energies, while our brother here, the God of Light, and I, the God of Protection, are Gods of positive feelings. Because we're dealing with malicious energy, it's only logical that the power will focus more on you. As a result, your seal is shattering faster than ours, and your powers are coming back faster than ours."
I neglected the obvious. Although the powerful emotion is enough to harm and weaken the seals, it is undeniable that those who are aligned with something else will have a lessened effect on them, and worse, no effect will occur at all.
"So, you are also here, God of Protection," I said as I turned my head to see my brother clearly. "What about the others? Should I expect them to come any moment now?"
"That would be a wise decision, dear God of Darkness. We should prepare for a tea party while we are waiting for the other slow, old Gods!" Another voice, louder than the previous Gods, booms.
