"This can not be correct!"
"It's never been wrong, i mean, i don't think it's even possible."
"Of course it's not possible, all it does is pick a fucking name"
"Do not speak ill of the gods voice!"
The room fell silent, a heavy air surrounding the figures hunced over a stone table.
No light ever entered the room. Candle lights flicked shadows across the walls but never showed the faces of the beings.
"I never thought they would choose.. someone of her level."
"The gods don't judge based on petty things, like wealth. They judge based on the purity and strength of a person's soul. You all seem to let that slip your closed minds." A figure walked to a woman, placing ringed fingers on shakey shoulders. "You must believe in what the gods tell you."
"The gods do not judge, they aren't real for fuck sake." A sharp tone rang around the room. "And if they were, then why are we feeding them blood when it was blood being spilled that caused all of this?"
The hunched over figure slowly looked up, eyes landing on the woman who spoke so freely about her lack of belief. The woman, she used to have more faith in the gods until her lover was sent to appease them, to entertain them. She was a lovely woman, but things changed within her. Her grief did not give her the right to insult the gods, her lover died a glorious death.
"Silence."
A croaky demand rings around the stone walls, bouncing off each stone to land with force into the ears of the surrounding figures, five women falling silent, turning to the sixth mystery woman.
"Inform the people of the chosen, we are wasting precious time."
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Week of the wrath
AcciónThe year is 4086, rather then evolving in society, people began to fall backwards. War raging between countries, disease wiping out the weak. People called it the wrath of gods, that they were angry, furious, at the lack of respect their creations h...
