𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝙍𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙍𝙖𝙜𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙠

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

•ラグナロクの記録•

-𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬-

•神々と怪物•

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"You look beautiful my lady." Ika's face flashed a look of hosanna. Sparkling E/C eyes met with the exquisite reflection of that of the young maiden in the round shaped mirror upon the vanity. You adorned a light blue dress with white laces of fabric weaving in with the blue. Your waist loosely held a belt that was made out of sea shells. A Pearl necklace was placed around your neck. Your ombré of blue and white sleeves barely touched the floor. H/L H/C hair was brushed and styled with a sea shell clip keeping a part of H/C hair out of your face. Your face held a small bit of makeup that covered all the blemishes.

You hesitantly looked in the mirror. While you did appreciate the feeling of being pampered and being brought something beautiful to wear, you were still weary of what was going on around you. Ika brought out a pocket watch and opened the silver seal. Her almond eyes slightly narrowed. "Oh my, we must get going my lady or I'm afraid that we'll be late." Ika helped you stand up from the seat you were occupying. The two women walked out of the room and you were immediately greeted with the white marbled hallway.

"This way." Ika spoke. The gentle sounds of footsteps echoed all throughout the vast hallway. Occasionally, several butlers or maids would scurry past the two women, not even sparing a single glance towards them. Soon, Ika came to a halt, causing you to stop as well. Grand doors were in graved within the marble wall. Ika gently brought a gloved hand to the door and knocked.

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As soon as she pulled her hand away, the doors opened to reveal a large dining room. Columns stood tall and grand in each corner of the large room. A large Crystal chandelier hung from the center of the light blue ceiling. Maids and butlers stood at the sides of the room, their heads hung low in a respective manner. Paintings occupied the walls. In the center of the room, a long dining table held many gourmet dishes, ranging from steamed roast beef to large charcuterie boards. At the far end of the table, someone occupied the head of the table. His blond waves slightly covered his sharp blue eyes that remained casted to the side. A small scowl rested upon his face.

Ika ushered you into the room by slightly touching your back. You hesitantly walked into the room, your eyes straying upon the tyrant of the sea. Ika pulled out the chair that was closest (and furthest from the sea god) ushering you to sit. As soon as you sat down, the maids and butlers swarmed around the table. One filled you a glass of water while another quietly asked if you'd like any soup. You silently nodded and watched as your once empty bowl was filled to the rim with the steamy liquid. The delicious smell wafted to your nose as you immediately felt your mouth begin to water. You picked up the silver spoon and brought it to the bowl. You watched as the steamy liquid immediately rush to the bowl-like shape the spoon was crafted with.

You brought the utensil to your mouth, feeling the warm flavor of the soup rush against your tongue. You lightly hummed in delight. But before you could reach to get another scoop, you felt eyes pierce your body. Slowly setting the silver utensil down, you look up in the direction of the fierce god. Instead of his cold eyes usually being casted to the side, he was staring right at you. A shiver fled down your spine. It remained completely silent as the two of you continued to stare each other down. His eyes broke away from yours as he raised a hand, gently waving it in a dismissive manner. After he placed his hand down, all the maids and butlers quickly scurried out of the dining room, including Ika. He directed his gaze right back to you.

"Come."

A single word leaving his mouth was simply enough for you to slightly shiver. With hesitation, you stand up and began walking towards the large god. His eyes were closed while he rested his chin against his closed fist, but seeing as his ears slightly twitch, you knew he was still listening. You finally reached the god's side. His eyes slowly opened to reveal blue hues. He pointed a finger to the chair beside him. You immediately knew what he was demanding and quickly sat in the unoccupied chair.

You expected him to say something, yet, he did not. The tyrant continued his meal in a polite manner as you sat quietly. You looked back from your previous seat and noticed your meal was still sitting there, being wasted away. Of course, Poseidon took notice of this and snapped his fingers. Several seconds later, a butler rushes in to his lord's side. "Yes, my lord?" His silky voice threaded through the silence, as he bowed. Poseidon's eyes trailed over to your meal in a calm manner. The butler understood what his lord wanted. The butler rushed to your unoccupied meal and walked back to your side, bowl in hand. He gently set it in front of you before he was sent away.

You felt a smile itch at your lips and you slowly began eating again. Unbeknownst to you, the tyrant was staring at you. For he himself felt an unknown conflicting feeling dwell within him.

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