Gaya, usually a whirlwind of fiery words and quick cobacks, stood silently, the weight of the griffin's words heavy upon her. Michael, sensing her distress, gently pressed her shoulder. "What did it say to you?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
With a small, hesitant voice unlike her usual bold tone, Gaya relayed the griffin's harsh accusations. "It called a failure... as a goddess... as a potential mother," she murmured, her usual confidence faltering.
In response, Michael just looked into her eyes.
"Listen to , Gaya," he began, his voice steady and reassuring. "Before you are a goddess, you are Gaya. The fierce, foul-mouthed, bratty snakey we all know and love. This isn't you. You always have a coback. No one, not even a griffin, can render you speechless."
Hearing Michael's words, a spark reignited in Gaya's eyes. She took a deep breath, the worry and concern that had clouded her gaze slowly dissipating. His affirmation of her true self, independent of her newfound godhood, brought back the familiar fire she was known for.
Gaya, her fiery spirit reignited by Michael's words, suddenly unleashed a powerful slap across the griffin's face. "Listen up, you fuck face," she spat, her voice seething with anger. She glared at the griffin, her eyes burning with intensity. "I didn't even know I was a goddess until a day ago, so how the hell was I supposed to know about the monsters?" she retorted sharply.
Stunned by the sudden slap and her outburst, the griffin could only muster a bewildered "What the hell?" response.
"And who asked you to cause trouble and attract the attention of the beast tars, huh?" she demanded. "Don't you dare pull the victim card on , you ugly mutt."
Her words, sharp and unyielding, echoed through the forest. The griffin, taken aback by her fierce deanor, seed to realize the futility of arguing with her.
Fueled by her newfound assertiveness, Gaya delivered a powerful knock to the griffin's head, causing it to cry out in pain. "Mommy!" the griffin cried.
Her dark laughter echoed through the forest as she berated the creature. "You stupid, ugly mutt! You dared to attack your own goddess, let alone others!" she exclaid, her voice dripping with scorn.
The griffin, clearly in pain, whimpered, "It's not fair."
Ignoring the griffin, Gaya slapped it again. "You attacked villagers, travelers, and then have the fucking audacity to call it unfair when they fight back?" Her hand t the griffin's face with a sharp crack. "What exactly did you expect to happen?" she demanded.
The griffin could only whine in response, clearly overpowered by Gaya's fierce deanor.
Now sitting on Michael's shoulder, Ayag chuckled, observing the one-sided argunt. "I can't hear what the griffin is saying, but it sure looks like it's getting a piece of Gaya's mind," she remarked with amusent, thoroughly entertained by the spectacle unfolding before them. The griffin, with a hint of sorrow in its voice, revealed to Gaya. "They killed my mate... destroyed our eggs." Its tone was a mixture of pain and resentnt.
Gaya's hand, poised for another slap, halted in mid-air as she processed the griffin's words. Her expression softened slightly, but her eyes still held a steely resolve.
"Was this before you started killing, or after?" she inquired, her voice tinged with a newfound seriousness.
"I started killing after," the griffin admitted. "Before that, I only hunted cattle and forest creatures."
"What's it saying?" Michael, who had been following the exchange, asked Gaya for an update. "This dumb griffin says it started attacking because the beast tars killed it's mate and destroyed their eggs," She relayed the griffin's tragic story to him.
"That's a tragedy indeed," Sarba who heard this couldnt help sighing. His voice reflected the sadness of the situation.
In response to the griffin's tragic tale, Gaya's expression grew cold, her eyes flashing with a flicker of killing intent. "I can't change what's already happened," she stated firmly, "but I will seek so form of justice for you." She continued, her voice growing stern. "If you monsters make trouble and hunt people, getting hunted in return, I won't interfere. Actions have consequences. But if those beast tars or anyone else hunts you for sport or fun," her tone grew icy. "Then they will learn that the monsters and beasts of this world are not to be trifled with for re amusent."
"What are you going to do now?" The griffin, clearly taken aback, exclaid.
"I'm going to cut off one of your ears and present it to the beast tars as proof that I've dealt with you." Gaya replied coolly.
The griffin's voice rose in alarm, "What?!"
Before the griffin could react, Gaya slapped it without hesitation.
"Listen up, you ugly fuck. After we leave, you're going to fly away, find sowhere else to live, and continue hunting cattle and other creatures to survive. Start anew."
As she moved closer to the griffin, her eyes transford into vertical slits, indicative of her Naga heritage. Her canines elongated into nacing fangs as she issued a final warning, "If you ever cause more trouble, the next ti, you'll have to deal with as the Dark Queen."
Her words resonated with a mix of threat and authority, leaving no room for doubt. The griffin seed to understand the gravity of her warning, its earlier defiance replaced by a wary respect.
Then with one swift and precise swing, Gaya sliced off the griffin's ear, causing blood to spatter. The griffin screeched in pain, its cry echoing through the forest.
Without any further hesitation, Gaya quickly cut through the nets that trapped the griffin. She then turned to it with a fierce glare and commanded.
"Get the fuck out of here before I decide to cut more."
The griffin, now free, flapped its wings vigorously, hovering above them. It looked down at Gaya, its eyes reflecting a mix of fear and awe. "You are the craziest goddess I have ever t," it declared.
"This world is not ready for you two crazy gods." It said with a hint of grudging respect in its tone.
With those final words, the griffin soared into the sky, disappearing into the night. Gaya watched it leave, a satisfied smirk on her face. She turned to Michael, holding up the griffin's ear triumphantly, ready to present it to the beast tars as proof of their deed.
After a while, Michael and Gaya walked in silence, a comfortable and familiar ease between them. They enjoyed each other's company, the forest around them alive with nocturnal sounds. A few hours later, they decided it was ti to return to the city. Michael activated his portable portal, and they stepped through it, erging into the bustling streets of the city.
Upon their return to the Ironfist Beast Tars, Michael presented the griffin's ear as proof of their deed. "The griffin is dead." Michael declared with a straight face. The young elf behind the counter, his eyes wide in disbelief, asked, "How did you manage to kill such a beast?"
Michael, with a hint of nonchalance, fabricated a tale of their encounter. "It was a tough battle, but we managed to outsmart it. It's all about strategy and understanding the beast's movents."
The young elf disappeared for a mont to verify the authenticity of the ear. When he returned, his expression was one of awe. "It's indeed a griffin's ear. Borgin will be thrilled to et you. He will see you tomorrow morning. He's always eager to et hunters who can take down such unruly and vile creatures."
"Good," Gaya smirked, enjoying the mont of recognition. "Can't wait to et him," she said with a hint of excitent in her voice.
"I'll arrange everything. You've done a great service." The young elf nodded as his admiration for the duo was evident.
As they left the Ironfist Beast Tars, Michael and Gaya shared a look of accomplishnt.
Eventually, Michael and Gaya found themselves at a tavern that catered to nobles. The room they rented was spacious and well-furnished, with a large, comfortable bed, elegant tapestries on the walls, and a small balcony overlooking the bustling streets below. A sense of luxury and tranquility filled the space, providing a much-needed respite from their recent adventures.
Sitting on the bed, Gaya's expression turned thoughtful. "I can't help but think about my conversation with the griffin," she said, her gaze distant.
Michael, sitting beside her, asked gently, "What's on your mind?"
"I feel like I should do sothing about the beast tars and the monsters. As a goddess of monsters, it seems like my responsibility," Gaya confessed, her voice laced with uncertainty.
Michael nodded, understanding her dilemma. "Don't act just because it's expected of you. Do what's necessary, what feels right to you," he advised.
Gaya sighed, her eyes reflecting her inner conflict. "But I feel like my godhood depends on doing sothing..."
Suddenly, the familiar chi of the system notification interrupted their conversation. Michael's eyes widened as he received a new quest.
[The quest "Unlock the Godhood of the Goddess of Monsters" has comnced. Help Gaya understand and embrace her role as the Goddess of Monsters. Assist her in resolving the conflict between the beast tars and the creatures of the realm]
[Upon completing the quest, the host will receive a way to convert Gaya's cultivation to the realm of gods cultivation and unlock her godhood.]
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