𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒 {𝕞•𝕜﹠ 𝕝•𝕗} ➣ ❘ [𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓𝕶𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

·˚𝙫𝙞. ༘༄ ꒰𝘌𝘹-𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴꒱ؘ*ੈ✩

•°.✩.°•

Steven gasped and yelped, huddling closer to you when the dustbin nearby was thrown aside by a strong gust of wind.

"It's all right, it's all right. That's all they can do without your help. Come," Harrow consoled, leading you both away and into a different way.

"See, this neighborhood used to have the highest crime rate in all the city," the older man stated, "There was so much suffering, so much pain—" He paused to greet some people, "Good evening. Good evening, everyone,"

"It was truly heartbreaking. Now people don't lock their doors at night. They feel safe," he explained and then spotted someone in a garden, "Oh, Chase, are those the tomatoes?" The man named Chase nods, bringing over a box full of tomatoes. "You have a green thumb. Beautiful. Thank you,"

"But you don't want to tell anyone, no," He continues talking to you and Steven, once Chase walked away, "People don't want to hear good news. They'd rather cling to their fear, cling to their pain,"

A goat bleated nearby as you three continued to walk.

Steven tugged your fingers loosely to get your attention and pointed at the animal, "Goat,"

"Mhmm," you nodded, smiling weakly.

"What?" Arthur glanced at the mentioned animal, "Yes," He chuckled, and then starts speaking in Mandarin to some of the locals. Kicking a ball that rolled near his foot to the owner, the girl speaking back in Mandarin.

"You all speak Chinese?" Steven asked.

"Ah, Mandarin," Harrow clarified, "We all aspire to learn three languages. So, we teach each other. We share our knowledge,"

"Wow,"

"You two hungry?" he asked, "The food's free. You took pretty worn out," he added to your slouching posture as the after-effects of the sedation still lingered in you.

"You're a vegan, right?" Harrow asked Steven.

"Yeah,"

"Yeah, so am I. You might wanna try the lentil soup. I made it this morning. It's Victor's recipe. Gracias, Victor. He's from the Yucatan. He's—No, he's very funny," he led you towards the food station.

"Here," the man handed you and Steven each a food tray and placed a bowl of soup on it, "I know being on the right side of things is important to you both. Khonshu always tries to ensnare those with a strong moral conscience,"

"You have no conscience," Khonshu snapped.

The stacks of trays nearby were blown away by the wind abruptly, causing Steven to gasp in surprise.

"You don't have to listen to him," Harrow conceded, "He often throws temper tantrums, like a two-year-old. And Heka runs to his aid. None of the gods respect them. Perhaps that's why they're banished,"