Following the death of God, war breaks out between the pantheons, leaving violence and politics to determine who will take the title "King of Kings"
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God Complex plays on the interesting similarities and differences from the wor...
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There's a fire in Fea's eyes. There always is, but this time it worries Ana. Like many times before, she contemplates reaching out to her twin. A calming touch could do a world of good, but instead, Ana falls back into herself. Good intention swallowed up in doubt.
Air breaks fast against Ana's forehead and she squeezes Hope tight. Fea had instructed her to hold onto the baby as they'd be flying faster than usual. Ana had no idea The Flying Spaghetti Monster could reach speeds that made the world around her blur. Looking over the edge of the sinewy beast treats her to the sight of the ocean with an occasional island here and there. Ana's further from her home than she's ever been, yet she doesn't feel the least bit lost.
Hope's sharp scream snaps Ana to attention. Ana tries comforting Hope by bringing her closer, but her tears just won't stop.
"You should hold her," Ana whispers. "You're better with her."
Fea doesn't respond. Ana looks over and finds Fea's feathers stiffening out and getting so sharp that they glint in the moonlight. Ana suspects Fea's anger must be affecting Hope. Sure enough, Ana finds that red had begun to overtake the hazel in Hope's irises.
"Fea," Ana speaks up. "You have to calm down. I'm not asking for me, It's for-"
"Quiet." Fea's voice cuts her off.
Ana glances up. Still, Fea's feathers grow sharper. Now, Ana's own feathers are shaking, no doubt spurred on by Fea's temperament.
Between Hope's unending wails, the harsh winds, the thin air, and Fea's attitude Ana can't help but scowl.
"No," Ana says.
"What," Fea responds.
"No," Ana says again. "I won't 'be quiet'."
"So you've suddenly grown a backbone?"
"No I- I don't know. I don't care about that. I just care about Hope. And you should too. Don't you understand that your mood affects her?"
"So?"
"So? Can't you see how bad that is? Do you want to screw her up?"
"Screw her up," Fea says while looking back. "Like how your friends screwed you up?"
Ana bites her bottom lip. Hard. Hard enough to taste ichor. So she spits.
"Always attacking someone else," Ana says. "I don't want Hope to be like you."
"So you've got a say in how Hope turns out," Fea asks as she faces forward. "Doesn't matter, so long as she worships me."
"Do you really mean that," Ana asks hoping Fea was lying. No answer comes. They just soar through the sky with Hope crying all the while..
Then, when Ana feels like screaming, Fea speaks.
"We're here."
Ana looks over FSM and sees a domain in the form of a small town, or at least what was once a town. The land around the town seems to be in much better condition as the plot beneath them is little more than scorched earth with a few ash covered buildings here and there. There's no vegetation for miles, so this place doesn't seem the least bit habitable. But this is one of Fea's domains, no doubt about it. Ana knows because of the feathers covering just about every inch of the ground. Though they seem a bit different from usual. Instead of laying flat, the feathers are stabbed into the ground and stand straight up, pointed towards the sky.
