Mercenaries of the Gods: Chronicle One - Stories

Lessons From a Dragon

The fire pops sending a small ember streaking off to the side. The enthralled Robert raises his hand. "Ummmm I have some questions, if that is alright." Alan pauses and everyone looks at him. "So there are Angels. Does that mean there is a God?" 

Morothoth lets out a small, fiery chuckle. "I will handle this one. The Seraphim are just another race of beings. They worked under many Gods during the great expanse of time since their creation. Asfar as the concept of a singular God is concerned, the proverbial alpha and omega, we know about as much as you do. We know there are forces in this universe that we cannot understand. We know beings beyond our scope are not only possible, but far more common that one might think. We know there are other places beyond our reach and even further beyond our understanding. But as far as the existence of one all-powerful creature that controls it all, that made it all, we have no clue. This comes from one getting close to a half million years old." Morothoth pauses for a moment as he wiggles his toes in his rope sandals. "That is enough on this topic. What is your next question Robert?" 

Robert rubs his chin trying to find the right way to phrase his next question. Excited by the story, Kadlin bites her bottom lip as her eyes wander over Alan. While her lustful eyes devour the sight of him, she slides a finger under the edge her bikini and starts to playfully move it around. With a small groan of annoyance, Thrack looks over to her then pokes her shoulder. "Do stop that, Kadlin. You requested I sit between you two in an attempt to keep your flirtations from ending the night early." With a smirk, she removes her finger and gives Alan a wink. 

Robert stares at Kadlin for a moment, amazingly unaffected by her form, before looking back to Morothoth. "Alan said something about mythics and Gods. What are those?" 

"I will handle this one too." states Morothoth causing a groan of discontent from Rina. "Basically, all creatures fit into one of three groups: mortals, mythics and Gods. There are other kind of entities in this universe, such as spontaneous dichotomies and the originals, but they are not relevant to this story. Gods are entities like Odin, Hermes and Anubis, to name a few. Mythics are not Gods, but not mortals. I was born a mythic. Rina and Kadlin are both mythics. Thrack is a Mortal like Alan even though he comes from a different mortal coil than Alan. Mortal spirits are connected to a shell upon creation, but through the act of death they shed their shells and can move between planes, sometimes with greater ease than mythics. Often times they return to a different shell at a later date and sometimes on a different coil. Mythics on the other hand don't have a shell. For example, Rina was born in that form. If she dies, she doesn't have a shell to leave or a mortal coil to reincarnate into and simply dies. Mythics are typically stronger than mortal spirits because their spirit and body are one. However, they don't have the luxury of a spirit. Kadlin is an exception to the rule due to her Abyssal nature, but that is something best explained later. Now some eighty percent of creatures on this Earth are mortals, so it's really not that different than your previous world. Gods are, well Gods. They are of immense power and vibrate on frequencies hard for most to really understand." 

With an excited grin, Rina shouts "But you can fucking kill a God like that time our bad-asses attacked Raijin and I got to kick his shriveled sack so fucking hard before we killed him!" She takes a large swig and wipes her mouth. "One of the best fucking days of my amazing life!"

 "Rina." Thrack says with an upset tone when he looks to her. "Explain to me why you can never behave yourself when we explain things to others." 

Rina takes a swig from her bottle. "It involves a rabid gerbil, a tube and your ass and you know I was born this fucking amazing and I don't need to fucking behave so keep your curiosity to yourfuckingself and just be happy I fucking allow your smart-ass in my awesomeness." 

Robert, gives Rina a 'what the fuck' look as she lets out a laugh. After cracking a smile, he shakes his head, astonishingly relaxed in this situation. After a short pause he inquires "So what is the Void exactly?"

Morothoth, Rina, Kadlin and Thrack all look to Alan in unison. With a small smirk on his face, he locks eyes with Robert and speaks in a dark tone. "The Void, a place I sometimes call home, is hard to understand. It is a place without place, a space without space. It's what is between universes. It's infinitely big and infinitely small at the same time. There is no matter, no energy, no physics, no spacetime continuum. The is just nothingness." His eyes flash a Voidal black. "An atrocious and exquisite nothingness. Only the most powerful and most stubborn creatures can survive there." 

"And your ass!" snarks Rina before chasing down her remark with more Gold Brew. Alan gives her a dirty look as she says "Since you were so helpful in distracting Alan from his boring fucking story I will tell you what happened next." She takes another gulp from her bottle. "So the inconsiderate scrotum face named Alan just showed off his Void shit to the winged fucker, which was far less fucking cool then he said it was and then let fluffy puff fucking take the Angel thingy back to HQ rather than letting me fucking kill the shit our of him so I cursed him out by comparing him to moldy cheese made from the sour milk of a lactating shit monster and then I stood up and stepped away from the bar and I looked at Alan 'Ok it's time to get the fuck out of here cause Morothoth's party starts soon!' and was so shocked by my inedible words, he says 'Oh you're right! You are so amazing and smart compared to me! I would be lost without you!' and then the bitch ass humbly lowers...

With a small flash from his scales, Morothoth glares at Rina and gives her a smack on the shoulder like an annoyed brother. "Owwwwwwwwwwww! Alright, alright I will tell the fucking story right Morothoth and Gaia damn you hit fucking hard!" She pats out her shoulder "Fuck I got a little singed dragon face and you're lucky I fucking love your ass or I would fucking corncob you!"