The burning silver lakes of vengeance runs its course through a fallen gods blood and body
"So let me get this straight, you not a god, at all." The person asked skeptical.
"Finally you get it. No, I'm not a god. I'm just a human." Vincent said as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"And what's your name. I was just calling you blonde but that seems rude now that you're awake." Vincent asked, mumbling the last part to himself.
"Sorian. Sorian Solestian." Sorian said casually as Vincents jaw dropped.
"SORIAN? AS IN THEE SORIAN SOLESTIAN?!" Vincent shouted out of shock.
"Holy stars you're quite loud for a mortal." Sorian remarked with a groan.
"But- but this is impossible! You died hundreds of years ago!!" Vincent said as he stared at the now confirmed god shocked.
"It's a poker faced prank gods and goddesses do, happens all the time. Fake our death and come back reborn. We're immortal so we can't truly die, our souls just get reborn into host bodies. Most are the same if not similar to the original" Sorian said with a shrug.
"Never thought of gods being like snakes almost..." Vincent mumbled to himself as a white cat pranced out from behind the desk, rubbing against Sorian's leg as he jumped up into a chair.
"WHAT IN THE BLUE BLOODED HELL IS THAT CREATURE?!" Sorian yelled, pointing at the cat.
"It's a cat, her name is Cleo." Vincent said with a slight laugh.
"Cleo...like Cleopatra?" Sorian questioned as Vincents eyes lit up.
"Yes! YES!! EXACTLY! SOMEONE FINALLY GOT IT!" Vincent exclaimed excitedly as Cleo jumped up onto the desk, coming over to Vincent as he picked her up and twirled her happily.
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𝕾𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝕲𝖔𝖉
Historical Fictiona story of a historian who gets roped into an adventure with gods of another time
