Rise of the Inquisition: Reconstruction

Dragon King V

Conclave of Gods, an entirely white meeting room consisting of rows upon rows, layers upon layers of seats progressively having their position's elevation raised as they were circling around a platform in the center of the room. Every seat in the Conclave of Gods being filled with Gods and Rulers of Order, not a single one of these seats empty - all of the gods and rulers chatting amongst themselves as they patiently waited for the meeting to start.

Paladin, sitting near the bottom of the rows with Violet on his right, Frigg to his left, Hera and Zeus both sitting to his far left has his arms folded as he looks around the room, watching and listening to everyone that was occurring around him, impressed with what was around him - but focused on seeking out a specific person.

"Violet," I turn towards her, "where is the God of Humanity?"

"The God of Humanity doesn't attend these meetings," Violet replies.

Oh?

Shouldn't someone who is the creator of an entire race attend meetings like this? Not only that, it isn't fair that someone like myself - who doesn't belong here in the first place - is attending this meeting while he doesn't.

"It's because he thinks he's soooo much better than us!" Frigg hops in. "Just because he created a race like humanity doesn't mean he's superior to all of us!"

Can you calm down Frigg? Yelling over the someone not attending the meeting is a waste of brea--

Paladin's thought is interrupted; Odin, walking by the front of the row with his head looking forward immediately sends Frigg into a noticeable state of awe and shock - her breath being stolen from her mouth as her brain went stupid from love.

Frigg...

"My goodness... my goodness!" Frigg drools. "His perfect long white hair that touches the floor... His white beard that has never but cut... His skin... his wrinkly old skin..."

You're really going to drool over that old fart's skin? You must have a grandpa fetish or something - there's no way it is normal for a young looking woman like you to be falling in love with an extremely old fart like Odin. But whatever... this isn't my love life nor is it my problem.

But I will say, if the roles were reversed - a young man falling in love with an extremely old woman - would the relationship be looked at a bit differently? Maybe... maybe not? I'm not entirely sure and I hope that I never find the answer to that question.

The doors to the Conclave of Gods then slam shut. Looking over at the doors, Paladin watches as a man with thick messy white hair sticking up, solid white eyes, pale skin and wearing white robes slowly walks over to stand in the center of the room. All eyes in the Conclave of Gods are solely on this man - the entirety of the room coming to silence.

"The Presider..." Hera whispers over.

The Presider?

I've never heard of the "Presider" before this... But if I were to assume, he's the presider over the Realms of Order, and I'll assume that he establishes rules or something.

Which would be odd...

"Who's the Presider?" Paladin whispers to Violet.

"Don't ask that question..." Zeus whispers over. "On another note though, Dragon King, would you be willing to accept a challenge of mine for potentially a Divine-class object that is much more powerful than--"

Hera smacks Zeus

"No more challenging people," she whispers. "You already lost to the Wolf King once before, you're still embarrassed and angered over losing to the Wolf King as well - you need to get over that one before you can challenge anyone else... Besides, you don't stand a chance against the Dragon King."