Record of Genesis

Chapter 1: The Battle of Heaven and Earth

The palace of the gods has never been this crowded in billions of years.

The Divine Council in Heaven is a circular colosseum the size of which rivals that of a large city. The walls are crafted from platinum, and the tiled floors shimmer in expensive gold. The ceiling was glistening with diamonds, and statues of handsome and beautiful gods and goddesses were aligned at the sides of the walls. Creating a divine and perfect image for the mighty and the powerful.

The gardens gloomed with hundreds of species of plants, surrounding a great and magnificent lake. Animals, extinct and alive, predators and prey, relaxed by the lakeshore with no fear or worry, coexisting in harmony and bliss.

It would have been a breathtaking sight, if not for the current situation.

Inside the colosseum, millions of circular rows of seats were occupied with deities of all shapes and sizes and pantheons. Dozens of thrones sat in the middle of the stage below; they were perfectly crafted with the best gold and the best blacksmiths of the heavens. It was reserved for the top gods among the pantheons.

Everyone was here, and various figures materialised on the stage below. They scattered and took their seats on their respective thrones. The gods in the spectacles stood up in unison and kneeled with respect to their leaders.

They weren't here for the bidding of some valuable object; they were here for the greatest discussion of the universe.

A god sitting on one of the thrones below coughed to catch everyone's attention. He is a frail, wrinkled elderly man with sunken eyes and a low stature, sporting a goatee, thick eyebrows, and a mixture of dust-grey and raven-black hair. Dressed in a traditional Greek garb, tying a white sash around his waist and covering his entire lower body with a piece of cloth.

He was Zeus, the king of Olympus and the chief god of the Greek pantheon.

"Well..." Zeus announced. "I suppose everyone is here. Let us begin, shall we?" The gods in the spectacles were given a flag, with the front painted in emerald green and the back tainted in blood red.

"Now. I want to ask you all a question." The god sitting on a towering, golden throne decorated with various gems and dragon-like symbols embedded on it, a replica of the Dragon Throne of China. The god sitting on it was a middle-aged Chinese man with a long, flowing beard, donning dazzling robes that shimmered in various colours from time to time. His overall attire symbolizes his connection to the precious jade stones.

For he is the Jade Emperor and the supreme god of the Chinese pantheon.

"Regarding the survival of species Homo sapiens, or humans." The Jade Emperor continued. "Should we spare them? Or should we wipe them from the face of the Universe? If you think they shall be forgiven, please raise the flag's green side. If you think otherwise, wave it's red side."

Many whispered discussions erupted from the gods' spectacles. Many questioned on how horrible this idea sounds, knowing that no organism deserves to be destroyed. Some believed in the change of humanity, knowing they can do better than this. While some are intrigued and impatient for the eradication of mankind.

"Hey!" A god spoke from one of the front rows. "Over here!" There sat a young man with leaves entwined in his brown, curly hair. Like Zeus, he wore a traditional Greek attire, although he donned modern-day white trousers. He sported a mustache and had pale white skin. In his right hand, he held a glass of fine red wine. Taking a sip from the wine, he raised his flag: red to agree to humanity's extinction.

He conjured more red wine into his glass, something the Greek god of wine, Dionysus, can obviously do. He is the god of wine, after all. Of course, he can do something like creating wine from out of nothing.