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'𝙰𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚍.'

'𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚙𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚞𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛, 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗.'

'𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎.'

'𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚝.'

Behind the entrance of the council hall of the gods a timid valkyrie whispers,

'𝙸𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝙱𝚛𝚞̈𝚗𝚗𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎. 𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎'𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢.' 

They both usher forward to the hall both with determination in their eyes. 

The sound of gods from their respective pantheons talk, all with pridefulness and contentment for what will happen. The wide space of the hall is intimidating all by its self, there are seats all along the walls facing towards a sort of throne in the middle. A gavel hammers against the stone and all goes silent. Everyone steers their attention to the old man in the middle. 

He had looked if he had been aged thousands of years.He's a spindly looking man but then has skinny muscles running along his arms and legs. His skin looked a bit pale and sickly. As if he had a sickness of some kind. But he didn't seem to bothered by his appearance as he sat tall and mighty.He has white tuffs of hair on his balding head in the shape of Mohawk. Looks as if it may blow away in the wind if enough force were to.His bread is clean and kept which gives him a wise look among all these gods. His bushy eyebrows look like wild caterpillars glued to his head. A funny attribute for him. He looks weak, not fit to be in charge of all these gods but his looks are deceiving.

His eyes look like eye gateways in to something most sinister and unholy. The dark epistle lures you in with promises of life but that can only lead to suffering. When he gases in to his audience of powerful gods he has a look of satisfaction of what he knows is coming. It was inevitable that everyone in this room would come to the same conclusion he had came to. Or he had thought. 

To his side was a younger man who was dressed formally with a suit and tie. He was quite tall and lean and had a sense of authority about him. He was most likely the right hand man to the old man on the throne. His hair was coal black and slightly slicked back at some parts. He had red eyes that complemented his tattoos on the left side of his face. Perhaps it was a symbol of some kind or a marking for something special. It lead from the side of his jaw to his left eye. He looked calm and collected as he waited for the old man's speech.As he also knew what was coming.

He clears his throat to speak, his raspy voice could cut through stone. 

'𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢, 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚎'𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚝?'