Godly Trials- An Original Applyfic (CLOSED)

PROLOGUE

It was night. It was dark. Stars just didn't seem to shine. A mysterious palace stood firmly on the edge of the world, just beneath the gleaming full moon, and a few angels soared towards the meeting room to serve their masters.

"Here's the warm cup of tea, your greatness," they chanted in unison. They bowed down.

"Thank you," the Goddess of Creation replied in a voice like silk and honey. Then, she turned to her fellow siblings. She nodded her head firmly, her face turned serious, then announced, "May the meeting begin."

BANG. The God of Destruction slammed his white fist to the table. It vanished into thin air, no trace of any of it behind. His eyes stared into the deep, murky parts of their souls, and thundered, "I called us here to warn us about our age," he cried. "We are too old. Our powers are limited. Next year, it will be unusable!"

The room went quiet as a fox stealing food. And that's right, foxes can't make sound.

The Goddess of Revivation spoke up. "What do we do? Like, I mean, I don't think we could create another power for us to use. Creation's Flame of Birth is like, dead. My Healing Water was used up trying to heal the wounded in World War 2. And the last drop tried to heal the people infected with COVID-19. So we can't remake our powers or heal them."

Unhelpful.

"I suggest we let one of the superheroes continue our legacy," Creation piped up. She always had a backup plan. Even a backup plan for a backup plan. Typical Creation. "We could always host a tournament to see who will be the heir to our thrones! I think that's a great idea!"

Destruction leaned his cheek to his fist. He shook his head. "Are you crazy? Last time when we hosted a tournament to see who wins a simple cash prize, the entire world tried to summon us! I still remember my upper body in London and my legs were on the other side of the world! Also, you think everything is great!"

"But this time, it's just a small number of people. There are only twelve superheroes in this world. We only created twelve since you, Destruction, accidentally destroyed one hundred and twenty of them." Revivation reminded him.

Destruction choked on his tea, and glared at Revivation. She knew that he was trying to say "Fine, you win" without admitting it.

"Ahem," Creation interrupted. Everyone turned their eyes to her. "So it's settled. We are hosting a tournament of trials to find out the rightful heirs to our thrones."

"Who said we'll be doing trials?" Demanded Destruction. "We'll be doing duels, whether you two like it or not!"

Their father stepped out of the shadows. "Duels are too direct. Also, it wouldn't give the challengers a chance to reveal their potential."

The siblings were shocked to see their father. They got on their knees and cried, "Father, oh father, we are sorry, we didn't see you here!"

Father shook his head smiling. "It's okay. I wanted to stay in the shadows to see how my babies are doing."

Destruction rolled his eyes and hissed, "Father, we are ten thousand billion years old! We are NOT babies!"

Father chuckled. "Yes you are, compared to my age. I am three trillion years old!"

Then he turned to the rest of his children. "I think trials are a great idea too, Creation. We should do trials. And we shall name it "The Heir Games". I got the inspiration from Hunger Games, a human book. It's quite the entertainment, actually."

"Then the Heir Games it shall be," they replied with determination.