"It wasn't a mission, but more like a warning," Zayn said, playing the words over and over in his head. "The voice said for Liam to brace himself and be ready for conflict."
The God climbed to his feet slowly. A storm brewed to keep his nerves calm, and the thunder rumbled in the distance, like a growl to warn off his predators. Without a word, he walked to the back of the garden and jumped over the fence, marching up to the tear and standing next to Castor and Cillian with crossed arms and a stern face.
"They'll be angry at Cordelia. Her mother killed their ancestors," he thought to Zayn. "We befriended Cordelia, and they won't be happy."
"If that's the case, surely they would have
expressed their concerns sooner?" Zayn
replied.
"You okay?" Cillian asked, introducing himself as Kylo's father and Castor's soulmate.
"Yes. I'm just making sure that nobody can get through. The God's are coming."
"Oh.." Cillian wanted to ask more, but he looked distracted. "Should we be worried?"
"I don't know."
Vincent climbed over the fence and stood with his son
"When will the God's arrive?" he asked.
"I don't know."
"You could be stood here all day."
"Dad," Liam said, lowering his voice. "I don't have a good feeling about this."
"Me neither, but you have to be calm when they arrive. You're their leader, they can't disobey you."
"They can, and they will. Something's telling me the Gods are angry" Liam ran a hand through his hair, trying not to panic.
There was a loud bang behind them, and the garden fence fell down, crushing the grass underneath the wooden planks. Ares was revealed on the other side with a big hammer.
Harry stood next to him, unable to get himself over the fence, and the werewolves were sick of climbing over it in the first place.
"There you go," Ares smiled, patting the human's shoulder.
Harry, with leaden steps, made his way to his father and brother, not wanting to be left out of the discussion.
"You okay Li?" he asked, eventually reaching them.
"Yeah." Liam sighed heavily, wishing the air
wasn't so dense. "I'm not much of a leader dad-"
"Stop," Harry said pointing his stick at Liam's chest, shushing him. "We're all here to defend you if they try to take advantage of your kindness. They haven't met you, so don't give them a reason to doubt your leadership. I've seen you give speeches at the city meetings, you can be confident."
"I can be confident when I feel like it." Liam started to fidget, a habit he thought he had grown out of until faced with challenging situations.
"And you don't feel it?" Vincent asked, putting an arm around his shoulders and turning his head to watch all the new faces.
"People are coming from other worlds to meet you. You're not Liam Payne for no reason. I've said this to you before, but you wouldn't have the powers and authority if you couldn't handle them. Don't lose faith in yourself when you've come so far."
"He's right," Castor said, and Cillian nodded. "I don't even know you, and I can tell you're a compelling person, whether you intend to give me that vibe or not."
Castor tapped his head. "I'm an angel you see, we know an admirable person when we're faced with one."
Liam exhaled a slow breath, feeling a little more at ease.
