I am not the chosen one, that's my best friend. Or...was my best friend.
Who is Versailles? Not really anyone important, a daughter of criminals and a random student of the most prestigious high school in England is all she was. That was until she s...
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𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖋𝖆𝖍
Who knew the answer to world peace was killing the Gods?
It was hard enough to convince people to believe in them. They were considered 'new gods,' and to say their power was denied is an understatement. Until their temples began to pop up all over the world, arising from the dust and destroying all buildings in their path.
Seven temples for all the Seven Gods that demanded we bowed to them now.
Ylphine, Goddess of Beasts and Witchcraft claimed Appalachian Mountains.
Tetelus, God of Earth and Nightmares took the Amazon Rainforest.
Devulla Goddess of War and Wisdom rose in Alexandria in Egypt.
Oxysus Goddess of Arts and Emotion stole the entire city of Ahmedabad.
Zixaris God of Chaos and Death built a temple somewhere in the middle of the Russian Tundra.
And Rhimos God of Water and Weather had an underwater temple at point Nemo.
The last one was a bit harder, after weeks of sinking cities and millions of dead people with buried homes we were sure the dust had settled, that we were all finally safe. Then the last God showed themself.
Everywhere all over the planet streets were beginning to turn gold. From dust roads to pavements lined in concrete, a metallic shiny substance began to slip through the cracks and create larger ones in its wake.
And it was everywhere.
This was Seotl, Ruler of Justice and Time, and this liquid was their blood—the blood of the Gods. And just as it was everywhere, so were they. It was comforting almost, in an age of blind faith and a lifetime filled with worshipping the unknown, that we now had Gods we could see, hear, and feel as easily as digging our nails into the dirt and pulling out our fingertips dipped in gold.
The Gods were alive.
Until they weren't.
I laughed at the look of horror that washed over her face as she was dragged away from me.
Her fingers clinged to mine but I loosened my grip on her hand allowing her to be completely taken off by the crowd of cheering people. Our classmates were relentless and before she knew it she was at the center being handed a shiny bottle of champagne.
I chanted her name along with the rest of them, my voice getting drowned out by all the others but it didn't matter. My best friend was getting blessed by the Gods tomorrow.
Big deal was not even the word.
None of us were meant to be here, curfew had ended about three hours ago but we were all excited, rich, and fifteen. I'd approached Curtis to help me plan the whole thing, one of the most well-liked people in our year and known to throw the best house parties.
