Fortress | (ongoing)

❁Prologue❁

Prologue
Outlandish Invasion I
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Beyond the hills lay a village- an extremely humble one by appearance. The residential property that stood on the land full of life wasn't exaggerated with ornaments and the residents themselves weren't dressed in armour with gold plates... no, they were fetching water from the nearest well, greeting one another with cheerful smiles, wearing the plainest, comfiest articles of clothing within their possession, and were very content with their lives that didn't entitle them to flaunting wealth.

Watching the villagers move forward in life had become a routine from the clouds for a particular species, and must I add, they were delighted to watch the life that Reimondt, the Galaxy that they call home, created flourish as years passed by.

However, life didn't always want to stay on its path, but stray from it instead.

The ones that used to stay within the confines of their homes to experiment with materials became seamstresses for the ones who shed blood for a chair, the ones that used to offer cheerful smiles became scheming snakes in the midst of a large building called a palace, the ones that used to write letters to their love abroad became the envoy who'd send declarations of war.

Unable to bear the change in those they've gazed at for many years, they decided to go to Earth, a planet in the Milky Way where the Zemya ruled... well, let's just say that they were mortified at the little faith left in the atmosphere.

Crime reeked in every dark corner and like the saying 'no stone was left unturned', the gods from Reimondt combed their way through every living being within the whole planet- in search of even the tiniest ember of hope.

None. There was none and they couldn't help but ridicule themselves by thinking there was alternative within the batch in Vatican, the supposed holy city. Absolutely no one had managed to fit within the standards of Reimondt.

May we bring our attention towards the clouds, for now?

Under the penetrating gaze of ten foreign gods, the Zemya took their seats upon the heaps of pearls whilst shifting uncomfortable as they met the cold stares of the Reimondt.

"Zeus! How could you allow them to besmirch every single God within their knowledge and turn a blind eye?" An elderly looking man with greying hair and a long beard suddenly broke the still atmosphere, voice raised a few octaves higher that it'd made the woman who sat on the opposite end of the table to this man wince.

"Ay... don't be too hard on them, Valok, after all... these people care too much about those that don't deserve them." A violet haired goddess spoke, releasing a strand of hair that had been gripped between her slender fingers whilst simultaneously pouring tea and challenging each and every member on the table to say anything back to the man. Many had turned their gazes away from her lavender irises.

"Lissandra, to whom does your loyalty lie? Zemya or Reimondt?" Another goddess held her sapphire eyes in a vicious stare, her hair that resembled an ocean swaying violently as if it were a boat against the sea.

"Neither, Mele. I'm neutral in this case and I don't favour being tied to a war." Lissandra wrinkled her nose at the thought of war whilst Mele held the bridge of her nose in disappointment.