The Flaws In Everything

2 - Immortal Of The Moon

2 - 'Immortal Of The Moon'

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There once was an eternal being that the shifters on the mortal planes named a god, for he resided and ruled over the entirety of the night sky. And this particular immortal? Well, he was pissed.

"Who the hell does she think she is?" His raging voice emanated enough power to crumble the walls, as he stormed through the castle.

"For heaven's sake, Tenebris, calm down! The stars are already rattled enough right now, they don't need you to to add to it!" Atticus, his second in command, attempted to reason. The reply came in the form of a table flying towards his head. Ducking and running to catch up with the King, he decided to change tactics.

"She's just a stupid, mortal kid. It never bothered you before." Atticus sighed, finally catching up with the long strides of the god. As much as Atticus' position as the first general was deemed a privilege, it had some major downfalls. This was something that he realised every time he had to hastily cease the god of the moon's temper tantrum, to prevent him from unleashing some natural disaster on the mortal plane that he would surely regret.

"Yes," Tenebris seethed "but they didn't smash a bottle of vodka over my statue and then proceed in cursing it for an hour. But that's not what I'm angry at. A mere mortal tried, and succeeded in tampering with an immortal's auspice!"

"Yes, yes, mortals are dumb, you've known that for centuries! I still don't see the problem." Atticus pinched the bridge of him nose before the god growled and set foot again.

"The problem, is that she damaged the relic that ties me to that part of the mortal realm. Now I have to bother travelling down there to repair it. You know how I hate going to that place."

"How the hell did she damage it?"

"That's what I intend to find out. I might kill the girl while I'm at it, it's only fair really. Logical even! She's a liability. I don't care what the other gods say about interference, they would do the same."

"Wait, don't kill her yet!" Atticus said, his only relief being that they weren't travelling towards the portal to the mortal realms. "Tenebris, wait! Surely if she can damage a relic, she's worth keeping around for a bit?"

Atticus sighed as the god before him continued to rage, ignoring his previous statement as if his mind was already made up. Usually, the god emminated a cold, dark aura that always stood by the precipice of snapping, a threat that tamed even the most horrid of the subjects at his Court. It wasn't that the god didn't loose his temper, he did, but never over something like this...

Atticus continued, always being the voice of reason. "How did she damage it anyway, that should be impossible for a mortal? Is it just externally, or is it.... is it the relic?" If it was the relic, then they needed to fix it as soon as possible.

"The statue isn't physically damaged, but my connection to the planes are. I can't see that coven on the map anymore and that gives me a blindspot. If the others find out, they will use this against me. I have enough enemies as it is, I don't need them exploiting this."

The immortals of the highest rankings, the 'gods', were able to connect their minds to the whole realm, enabling them to see and know everything that concerned the mortals, at least on a large scale anyway. The amount of energy it took to process that information however, was not one that they constantly wanted to indudge in.

Therefore, most of the gods had relics of some form, spanning the whole map and allowing them to have a physical connection to the world. In this particular instance, the god of night had created a relic from a statue of himself; immortals were known for their egotistical propensities.