Realm of Opportunity

2-5: Witch Boy

^^ Dorian on a Rampage ^^

--- 3rd Person, Inside Chamber ---

The gods sat down around the large table, filling the seats quickly.

There was an look of studied nonchalance on each of their faces, or, conversely, unbridled joy and amusement, but underlaying it all was a thick, tangible sense of tension, permeating the stones of the building.

A tall, thickly built man stomped a single foot, once everyone was seated, and stood. "I, Ares, will be leading today's debate, as none of my Familia are being Named. Any Objections?" He asked loudly, his voice rippling the tension, but not breaking the surface, yet.

No one spoke, except one lonely god, whose feet were perched on the table. "Sure sure, Ares, baby, but let's move on with it, I've got places to be, packages to deliver..." he yawned easily, taking nonchalance into the realm of laziness.

"Hermes... it's been a while since you came to one of these. Has one of your Familia achieved a Level Up?" A beautiful woman with an eyepatch over her right eye asked, moving her brilliantly colored red hair out of her other eye's way.

He snorted. "Not this time, Hephaestus... I'm just here because I'm interested in what's going to happen later, like most of you. Now let's get the show on the road, Ares!"

Ares glared at him for a moment, then sighed. "Fine. The first object of business is discussion about the new Record Holder for reaching Level Two... Loki, the boy is one of your children, hmm?" He looked at a small, thin person, whose dark red hair covered her Scarlet eyes partially.

She smirked. "Indeed. My new child, Dorian. He and his father are both in my Familia, though his father joined two weeks after he did. He took 21 days to gain Level Two."

The room exploded with sound, as the gods started yelling at each other incomprehensibly, some accusing her of cheating, and forcing a Level Up, demanding retribution.

Ares slammed his foot down, the crashing sound cutting through the noise. "Loki... answer these accusations." He demanded.

"I did nothing shady, I swe~~ar!" She grinned evilly.

"Then what did he do for all that Exelia, you tricky flat-chest?!?" A small, oddly proportioned woman with pigtails yelled at her.

"Hmmm... well, he fought hundreds of monsters, all the way down to the 13th floor... then he took on hundreds of adventurers, some deprecate, but most in large groups, all at once, even Level Two's! And he never lost any fights... Then, he mastered 28 spells, and used magic to turn all his human opponents into animals! That's how he got all the Exelia, I Swe~ar!!" She defended herself swiftly, though a vein visibly bulged in her forehead at the 'Flat-Chest' insult.

Ares sat down. "I see... and how origins?"

"Midgard." She said simply.

The room silenced, the previously dispelled tension quadrupling, from water to gravel in density.

"How..." began Ares.

"Those portals that opened? Some of them went to Midgard... and Dorian and his father stumbled through one. They made it to Orario, looking for the castor of the magic... which Dorian Heard."

"He heard where the magic came from, the words, and who cast it?" Ares asked to clarify.

"He said it was a Woman, Mature, and he said he remembers the words perfectly. Apparently, the spell was stealing poetry for Spells in this realm." She nodded, smirking evilly at a tall, ethereally beautiful woman with silver hair, and a buxom figure, who could only be Freya, Goddess of Beauty and Love.