40XX

The Realm of Gods

Since time began, there have been gods. Beings who can control the world as we know it. Llyr is one of them. A pale pastel pink toned skin, long feathery red antennae, long powerful tail. What is he folks, an axolotl. Well and axolotl Animorph. He sat with his feet in a pond in the clouds he sat on. He watched the many fighting humans below, adding a new stitch to his stomach, making an 'X' with the black thread as he fed the needle through his skin. That makes 40. 

"Happy fuckin' birthday" He said to himself sarcastically. 

A few drops of blood trickled down his stomach and down his legs. His expression faltered when he heard the familiar sound of  bat wings flapping frantically through the air. He chuckled knowing his brother would try to tackle him and then ask for food. He stayed still, letting the younger god fly as fast as he could at the him. They his the clouds with a dull thud before Octave began chirping frantically.

"Oh yeah? You want food?" More chirping, "Oh! Is that so? You're starving? Then I guess you're dead, huh? You don't need food!" More annoyed chirping. "Okay... Okay... Let's go get food." 

Llyr tossed his brother into the air, despite the bat standing half a foot taller than him. Octave just caught himself midair and flapped his wings, flying happily above his older brother. They both moved towards the large central building and went to the cafeteria inside. Llyr grabbed a few fine cuts of Mortal Meat, a meat made from the remains of sacrificed mortals, and sat at a table. Octave smiled and ate ravenously, blood splattering his soft brown and white fur and the table below him. Llyr, on the other hand, ate like the god he is, taking neat bites of the meat and avoiding a big mess. 

He was going to cause some chaos until he noticed a familiar pair of wolf ears poking up from behind another god. Baransu! He stood up and walked to his table smiling. Baransu sat in his workout gear, a black tank top with his kimono tied around his waist like a samurai.

"Hey wolfie. How you been?" Llyr asked, grinning sadistically.

"Don't call me that, Ototo." Baransu said, still eating what looked like a bento box with Mortal Meat.

"Okay, okay fine. But come sit with us." Llyr smiled.

Baransu stood, approaching the table where Octave sat eating.

They sat, talking and joking with each other about nothing in particular. Llyr pulled out a small crystal ball, twirling his fingers around it and creating a small plague like he does when hes down. He never talks about his birthday. He hates this day. Another reminder of how much he's lost. Every century since he was 300 he's been hating everything about this day. He lost his "father", he lost his home, he lost his mind, he lost himself. Now the only gift he gets is a new stitch in his body every hundred years. 4000 years hes done this. Ignored his pain, made a new stitch, then smoked and drank himself to sleep again, then he repeated every hundred years. Baransu was the only one who knew it was his birthday, though he'd never say anything.

Octave began to chirp wildly when he realized there was no more food and flew up to the roof to anchor himself and clean the claws on his wings and his face. 

"You should clean that up before, Octave notices." Baransu said, looking at the fresh stitch.

"He doesn't care."

"Oh he does. Just because he's mentally fucked and can't properly think doesn't mean he's dumb, Llyr. He's a loving brother. He kills to protect you. You remember the dark era, right?"

"When people forgot us? Stopped sacrificing t us?" Llyr stopped thinking for a second, just wanting to listen.

"Exactly. He would sacrifice to you, Llyr. He kept you fed. He borderlines on a 'Yandere' except for the fact that he's your brother not your lover." He finished his bento and packed it up. "He is obsessed with you." 

Llyr sat there, almost like he was in shock, just staring. He tilted his head to stare at the poorly developed God that sat cleaning his claws upside down. Baransu's words stayed in his head, echoing throughout the self loathing thoughts. 'He's obsessed with you'

"I'm gonna go make a new disease. Maybe super cancer."

"That's not a thing, Llyr."

"Shut up. "

He stormed off, sitting outside his home. A small modern-styled home in the center of a pond that held bloodstained water with blood red flowers sprinkled about the bank. 

"Fuck the Realm of Gods. Everyone's got their heads up their asses." He grumbled, slipping into the lake that surrounded his home.