The Children of the Gods

Chapter Three: Share?

"You both need to get yourselves under control." Sol glared at Faiver and Mjohvir. This hadn't been the first time they decided to fight in the place that was supposed to represent peace, but Sol had given up intervening because many times in the past it has proven useless. Mjohvir is disrespectful and Faiver is insane, it simply doesn't mix. Neither one said anything, they instead continued to stare down one another. "Everyone except the gods on the left bridge may leave," Sol announced, waiting until the various forms of teleportation stopped flashing. They looked down at those on the left bridge. Almost all of them looked uncomfortable, but Sol did not care. "Why?"

No one answered. They each looked at each other, wondering who was going to speak up. The awkward silence reached a breaking point, and Sircis finally relieved it. "Hedonism. It's kinda my whole thing." Sol scoffed and glared in disgust. They did not accept that as an excuse, but they also weren't going to say anything in hopes of getting others to talk.

"Everyone treats me like a child. I enjoy being near someone who doesn't. Relna just happened." Yena did not take her eyes off the ground with her confession. She was bright red and looked like she wanted to cry. "And I don't regret her. She is the greatest thing I've ever created, no matter what," she looked up at Sol, her face was red but her look was determined. Sol blankly stared back.

"Maybe if you hadn't locked me and Dumag up for hundreds of years, we wouldn't have felt the need to have physical connection." Zevion was glaring harshly, but Sol did not care.

"You both deserved what you got."

"Speak for yourself anyway, I didn't 'want physical connection,' I just wanted to indulge," Dumag answered, attempting to poke at Zevion. Zevion was not easily provoked, unless the provoking came from Dumag. Zevion tightened his fists and glared at the orc, looking as if he was ready to pounce.

"Dumag, do you need more scars on your neck?" He looked down, Sol's words clearly getting to him. Zevion smirked snidely, but Sol's glance restored his face to anger. "Anyone else?"

"Well everyone kept calling me a freak, figured I'd do something unprecedented! Then you all copied me," Faiver laughed at her own joke, then quickly collected herself and looked casual. Faiver always managed to weird Sol out in some way, and her mood swings was the best way to do it. Sol quickly moved on before more questioning turned Faiver from delightfully mad to blood lust mad.

"Epros?" He met Sol's gaze, his eyes slightly clouding over.

"It was a mistake at first, but I don't regret it now. Ebron is important to me, and I am glad he exists." Sol was getting bored. Sol was easily bored, and Sol was getting bored. They shuffled their feet. No one was giving them what they wanted, they were all attached in some way. Except...

"Dumag, do you actually care about your son?"

"Barzak? Nah, the boy's lucky I remembered his name!" Dumag laughed heartily, and Vivni smiled and punched his shoulder playfully.

"Vivni?" She looked up. "What about Taklo?"

"What about him?"

"Do you care about him? What is your reason for having him?"

"My reasons are mine, and I don't want to share." Sol glared, but they knew there was no way to budge Vivni once she said something, especially if it was to spite what she deems and authoritative figure. Sol scoffed.

"None of you are to visit these children. If you do, I will know. I have an owl following each one at all times, and my owls know your ways. Do not even try it. If a child is visited by one of you, I will kill them personally."