[Vol.4] Quest 370.1- Trial By FatePresent day.
“Here.” Artemis handed Elysium a piece of paper they used when their status was updated. “Write their nas if you know them and their descriptions.”
“Hm! Hm!” Ai, Malion, and Ryuu nodded.
“Should they ever co to Gekai, we will crush their Familia’s!” shouted Ai.
“You are our husband! No one should leer at you with lust!” Ryuu shouted.
“Neither shall you have to feel the gaze of a woman who only wants your children!” Shouted Malion.
“… Maybe I should just cut more stuff out.”
They follow Eris up the stairs of the shrine. They could see several hundred, if not millions, of gods in attendance. The mont Cirrus stepped onto the top, every god gazed at him as if he were so new animal that had just been discovered.
Right smack in the middle, dead center in the far back, was a massive swirling circle of nothing. It looked as if it were a hole in reality, yet no one seed concerned.
p style="padding-left:40px"He looked ahead to see Nyx with so other god who had a divinity to match that of a God-King like Ouranos, Zeus, Odin, Amaterasu, and Nyx.
p style="padding-left:40px"Nyx had gone up ahead while Cirrus was talking with Eris and the others.
p style="padding-left:40px"Eris herself skipped ahead to one of the gods next to Nyx.
“Cirrus, allow
to introduce to you to Ouranos’s lo—emThud! /emGuh!?” Eris was struck across the shrine by a goddess.
“Shush.” The goddess spoke, striking Eris away with a wave of her hand. “I can introduce myself, Eris.”
“Geh… I can’t handle her.” Eris gets back on her feet. “I am rooting for you, Cirrus! Oh, and I t your wife! She is a real spitfire! You are lucky to have t her! Bye-bye!” Eris said, teleporting and disappearing into the audience of gods.
“Thanks?” Cirrus said, confused by what she said, but he had bigger things to worry about than Eris’s words.
p style="padding-left:40px"He walks up to Nyx and one other goddess.
“Hello, Cirrus Zephyr, child of Ouranos.” The goddess said, who struck Eris across the shrine.
p style="padding-left:40px"img class="alignleft" ehjr64y.png"="" alt="" width="411" height="601">She had a divinity as mighty as Nyx and Ouranos. She had hair as lush and as green as the leaves of trees kept in a braid that gave her a motherly air. Her skin was a beautiful shade of earth, paired with her beautiful sea-blue eyes.
She was about a few inches smaller than Nyx, but her presence was overwhelming, as she was beautiful wearing an outfit that couldn’t be described as a culture but rather a culmination of many.
“You… You are Gaia, right?”
Cirrus was surprised by how youthful Gaia looked.
“Oh? What gave it away?” Gaia said with a slight blush, impressed by his deduction. “Has that stick in the mud, Ouranos, spoken of ?”
“I guess your divinity? It feels rather... hoy, I guess."
“Hm… Well, that’s fine as well.” She earnestly smiles while patting Cirrus’s head. “I have faith in your sponsor’s vision, even if it was proven incorrect at the most vital of monts.”
“Uh… okay?”
“I hope you co out of this intact, son of my love.” She then teleports away.
“So…” Cirrus walks next to Nyx as they are surrounded by gods. “No tables or stuff like that?”
“No need for that,” Nyx said.
“Neat… Can I ask if that empty swirling circle is the void?”
“It is. Unsettling, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. Hey Vesta.” He looked at her to find her sweating a bit. “You okay?”
“I-I am okay! N-no need to worry about !” She said, putting on a forced smile.
“You may still leave.” Nyx cut in. “There is no sha in leaving.”
“N-no! I will ensure Cirrus isn’t fucked over.”
“Hm~” Nyx lightly grinned. “I noticed you adopted so of Cirrus’ manner of speech, like my daughter.”
“So? I have listened to him for years. Why wouldn’t I pick up so of his vocabulary?”
“Right, right. Prepare yourself, then. They are coming.”
“Who?” Cirrus asked.
“Ananke and Chronos.”
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“!?!?”
Suddenly, the whole shrine was overco by suffocating pressure.
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“Hmm—Thud!!” Nyx waved her hand, but Cirrus stopped her. “Cirrus.” She glanced at him from the side.
“Nyx,” Cirrus said, sweating bullets. “I can stand on my own. I won’t get shown up by them. Vesta?” He looked at her and saw her struggling a bit. “Are you fine?”
“Hmm… Yes.” Vesta said, struggling. “So… long as... I do not move.”
“Nyx.”
Nyx loved the look in his eyes.
'I can see where Nox got it from. Such fierce, angry eyes of bold determination to ensure those by his side remain protected.’
“Fine. So be it.” She put her hands back on her sides.
Cirrus stepped forward; each step felt like the weight of the world was on his shoulders.
“Grrr!! (Sing)!!!!” He howled to the gods.
CRACKLE!!!!!!
Thunderous might clad Cirrus as it grew and grew.
“CO ON!!! LETS GET THIS FUCKING ROLLING!!!! WHAT DO YOU SAY Y’ALL!!!! LETS BALL!!!!” Cirrus gestures to the gods, and they couldn’t help but crack a smile at this mortal.
“!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The gods erupted into earth-quaking cheers that shook the shrine.
“Quiet.”
“___”
Silence cut a swath through the shrine. It was as if they had shot a gun at a house party.
They appeared as if they were a mirage.
Whoooosh~
Chronos and Ananke.
“Cirrus Zephyr.” Said Ananke, a goddess using a spindle. No boundary separated her hair from her clothes. “Born ■■■■ ■■■ of the United States of Arica from the Universe #BOU4122021 within the Core Reality Concept.” The goddess, aside from spinning her spindle, was indescribably transcendent. “Cause of death, head trauma caused by overwork.” Words will do her no justice to describe her; if anything, words only restrain her. Her eyes, however, seed boundless, as if they saw infinity and mocked it.
“Head trauma?”
“Yes, you struck your head before you went splat in the elevator shaft.” Said Chronos, an old man with wings that made sense now. He was Chronos, the personification of ti, more simply known as Father Ti. He is not to be confused with Cronus, the father of Zeus and the dethroner of Ouranos, in myth.
He too was as hard to comprehend as Ananke, but was leagues easier to grasp than her.
Cirrus even doubted if these were what they looked like and not just what his brain or soul, whatever the afterlife equivalent is, could fit into what he was looking at.
“Ah. Hey, can I ask if you could turn down the abstractness? It’s… starting to hurt my concept of understanding."
Ananke and Chronos look at one another.
“Very well.” They responded.
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