Record of Genesis

Chapter 7: Round Two

For once, the chief gods had a new member in their box.

A goddess with peach hair and wearing a white dress stepped into the VIP box, with waving peacock feathers flowing behind her, intimidating those who stared at the eyes on the feathers. She took a seat on a new throne right beside Zeus, who gave her a flirtatious look. Unlike Zeus, she looked way younger than him despite being older. The goddess didn't bat an eye on the king and gazed at the arena below.

Horus cleared his throat nervously. "Hey... Hera. How's it going?"

The queen of Olympus and goddess of marriage, Hera, responded without looking at the falcon-headed god. "Decent." Zeus coughed to get her attention, trying his best to create a warm and inviting smile.

"So, babe. You excited for our daughter's battle?"

"Your daughter." She coldly corrected. "Out of many deities of Greece, there are barely any that are made by the two of us. It's always you hanging around those mortal women and siring their children."

The king of Olympus coughed again and turned away from her, with Odin responding with another cough, which sounded almost like a laugh. But (thankfully) no one caught on. 

In another room, a golden-coloured throne sat a beautiful goddess with a sun-shaped crown over her head, donning a traditional reddish-white Japanese kimono and two golden bracelets on both of her hands. Leaning her head against her fist, a red-haired goddess with an outfit suitable for dancing beside her provided a mochi for her.

"This seems interesting." Amaterasu, the supreme goddess of the Shinto pantheon and a member of the Gods' Fighters, said. "Uzume-san. What do you think?"

The red-haired goddess, Ame-no-Uzume, faced the window. "Hmm... not too sure. Athena-chan's intellect might give her the high ground, but not sure about the human though."

A whistle interrupted the two.

Beside them, two Egyptian-themed seats were occupied by the new arrivals. One was a goddess with green eyes, braid locks, and a white toga—something Egyptians don't wear, even for their gods. She has a tray of a traditional dessert of Om Ali, which the god beside her snatched some.

The god had an aardvark's head, donning a blackish robe and silver trousers. He had a amulet placed around his neck, pulsing in glowing blood red. Munching on an Om Ali, Set, the Egyptian god of chaos and the desert, and another member of the Gods' Fighters held a pair of binoculars for a better view on the battlefield.

"That guy seemed strong." He said as he examined Napoleon. "Oh, I can't wait for my turn to fight!"

"Darling." The goddess Nephthys said, "Relax; you'll get your chance."

"Yeah, I know." He said, while caressing his wife's hand. "It's just that fight between that Norse god and that human... what was their names again? Agrella and Trym? Dunno. The point is, they were strong, and there are definitely more stronger humans out there for me to fight!"

Nephthys shrugged. "Just, calm down and let all of us watch in peace. Alright?"

"Fine."

The French soldiers on the battlefield saluted their emperor, smiling with pride as they formed several semicircles behind him. One of them stepped towards Napoleon, a man wearing the same bicorne and bluish military attire. He's the most loyal general to the emperor: Marshal Louis-Nicolas Davout, more commonly to others as the Iron Marshall.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Anansi spoke. "Are you ready for the second bout?!"

Both gods and mankind roared in courage.