A new Council. Seven deadly trials. One chance at becoming a god.
The Council of Gods are the protectors of the galaxy, bringing peace and prosperity to the planets. As the times change, a new council will step up to take their place on the thrones...
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Warnings ⚠︎: Kidnapping Guns
Gemini groaned as she slowly gained consciousness. Loud whispers echoed around, doing nothing to soothe her pounding headache. She blinked her eyes furiously, desperately trying to get used to the sudden bright light of reality.
Where am I?
What happened?
A billion questions nagged at her mind, each demanding an answer. Oh, if only she had the answers then everything would be so much easier.
Blinking the sleep out of her eyes, Gemini realised that she was tied down to a chair in the middle of a warehouse. All around her were stacks and stacks of mmedium-sizedboxes with colourful labels. And standing right in front of her were three masked figures in black jumpsuits.
"Looks like sleeping beauty is finally awake," one of them drawled. Definitely a female. Plus the long, auburn hair was a dead giveaway unless it was a male wearing a wig, but that was highly unlikely.
"Did you have a nice nap?" another asked mockingly. A female with silvery-white hair.
The last one laughed at his friends' statements, a deep sound ringing throughout the warehouse as his dark head shook with how hard he was laughing. What was so hilarious? Gemini didn't know and she didn't think she wanted to anyways.
"Why am I here?" Gemini demanded, trying in vain to wriggle out of her bonds.
The silver-haired female strolled towards her and said, "You wouldn't want to do that, darling. After all, it would be a shame to cut those pretty little wrists of yours."
"Kira," the male warned.
Kira rolled her eyes. "I was just joking," she pouted.
The redhead brushed past her friends and stalked towards Gemini like a predator creeping towards its prey. Every step spelt deadly elegance and grace. "Enough chit-chat," she chided. She untied Gemini from the chair and pulled her roughly to her feet. The male was quick to bind her wrists together.
Both females dragged Gemini into one of the smaller storage rooms while the male covered their backs, a shiny revolver in hand.
Gemini barely managed to stifle her gasp as she saw three others tied down to three chairs in the middle of the room. Worst of all, Gemini knew exactly who they were.
She stared numbly at the other prisoners as Kira led her to the middle of the room.
"Gemini?" Zadkiel said weakly, raising her head to look at her daughter in dismay. "What's going on?"
