Omens Between Gods

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Yoongi could hear them outside his chamber doors, the soft whispers of gossip were not stopped by the doorway, allowing the young god to listen to the blasphemous words muttered by the slaves.

They should have known better than to whisper words against the supreme gods. Even the Yoongi, one of the youngest gods in the promised land, knew as much.

Min Yoongi wasn't in any way one of the well known or acknowledged god in the promised land. In fact, he was rather ignored by those of his title, and otherwise. Not many people respected a mere god of night, one who did little to nothing for the mortals. Unknown to mortals, and ignored by his fellow gods. Yoongi couldn't help but think that the supreme gods didn't even know of his existence. Gods like Yoongi didn't typically remain in the promised land for long after their creation.

Yoongi knew why. Gods of night and darkness typically became corrupt and fall to the temptations of evil. Yoongi didn't want to end up banished like all the others before him, all different and yet, so similar. It was a pattern that many expected Yoongi to follow. Yoongi wasn't like the others, though. They all had started with a darkness in their hearts, a hatred that couldn't be cured through years of love and compassion. Yoongi was a kind god, a polar opposite to the previous night gods before him, showing them all care, regardless of many gods treating him with the minimal amounts of respect.

And yet, Yoongi still gave his fellow gods the respect they deserved.

"I heard that the god of water was coming to the temple for the annual celestial celebration," One of the slaves whispered loudly, proving that she has extremely poor whispering skills. Yoongi was a god, and one of the gods many naturally stronger abilities was their hearing. Yoongi wouldn't be surprised if some of the other gods on this floor could hear the two slaves chatter 'quietly,' not that they paid any of their attention to the small banter of slaves. But Yoongi didn't have anything better to do. Unlike the other gods who had daily tasks, Yoongi only had to do a task once a day, during the change of day into night.

Once, the day god and night god would join together to change the time, but after one too many betrayals from the night gods, the supreme gods deemed it too dangerous. The supreme gods didn't want to risk the day god's safety at the hands of the filthy night gods. Yoongi knew that was what they called them, and every time he heard it, it was as if a knife was being stabbed into his heart. The pain always went away, but each time it happened, while the pain existed, it grew worse.

"Oh! Really?! It's been so long since they allowed the high elemental gods into the celebration," The other slave whispered back, speaking in a much quieter tone than the other.

"Isn't it for their protection against the dark gods?" The louder one asked, not even whispering this time. Yes, it was true; there were multiple gods who used what was considered dark and twisted magic, Yoongi being but one of the many.

The celestial festival was usually thrown with all the gods in one location, Honraoi. The one place that touched both the mortal and immortal realm one day every mortal year. It made the day special to both mortals and gods. The mortals saw it as the perfect day to pray to their gods, and the gods saw it as a day to party. Having seen a handful of these celebrations, Yoongi had never seen an elemental or supreme god in person. Yoongi longed to see the higher-powered gods in person just once, to see if they truly were as powerful as mentioned in rumors and whispers.

"I've heard it was," The quieter one said softly, "Regardless of that, I've heard the water god was handsome, enough to make your panties dr-" Yoongi shoved the door open, staring at the two shocked slaves.

"Can you please take your disgraceful conversation somewhere else? I have a celebration to prepare for," Yoongi said sternly, tired of the two slaves. The two scampered away in fear and bitterness. The two slaves could hate on me all they want, but even they have once wished to be a god, one of my stature or otherwise.

With a heavy sigh, Yoongi walked back into his room, closing the door behind him with a thud. Yoongi could hardly believe that those two maids have the audacity to speak lustfully about any of the gods. Yoongi walked across his room towards the small window, sitting in his stool like he always does while he waits for sunset to begin. All Yoongi would do is watch the cherry blossom petals slowly fall gracefully to the ground. In the promised land, the trees blossomed daily, never stopping, nor dying. The god of plants, Choi Seung Cheol, would never let them die. He was one of the many gods who lived in Honraoi, like Yoongi, although he treated Yoongi like he treated everyone else.

It made Seung Cheol a much more noble and respectable god.

A faint smile spread across Yoongi's thin lips as he watched the petals fall slowly, all his worry and hurt disappearing as he lost himself in a hypnotic stare off with the petals that were seemingly dancing their way towards the ground.

If only the rest of Honraoi temple flowed like the harmless petals.

Yoongi couldn't explain how the falling of the petals made him relax, not that there were many gods willing to listen to his small chatter. The seldom few who associated themselves with Yoongi was the god of song, Lee Rubin, and the god of stars, Park Seonghwa. Seonghwa was in the same boat as Yoongi, a god associated with darkness. The only difference is that Seonghwa has been around a whole lot longer than Yoongi. Seonghwa, unfortunately, didn't live in Honraoi, so Yoongi only saw him during the celestial celebration, and occasionally when Seonghwa had to visit the temple for godly business. Every time Seonghwa came to Honraoi was some of the best moments of Yoongi's existence.

Just three more days until the celebration, and I'll get to see Seonghwa and Rubin. Three more days . . . Yoongi promised himself, crossing his fingers that he could, in fact, make it three more days. Yoongi hated to lie to himself, as he would only let himself down.

Another . . .

Petal . . .

Falls . . .