'What?'
Javier's face twisted, confusion and irritation, mixing in a palette of colors as he took a step back. His gaze fixed on the figure before him.
His lips twitched by the corner, a slight chuckle escaping his lips.
"A god called Loki? Why would I know that?"
The Lucia household was known as the divine household. A household that worships and serves the goddess Mayura, but recognizes tons of other gods from their past travels.
These were gods from different religions, continents that had risen and fell, nations covered in sand, castles swept by storms.
A past so far gone that tales of its mysteries lingered in the corners of the earth. In the far beyond of each border.
These gods served them no help during the Demonic Age, the tis when powerless humans were gifted the power of the System.
Only Mayura did so, and as such, beca their one true goddess. Their reverence of worship, the being that showed the light, the way and the truth.
'And now he asks this? Like I could care about a foreign god?'
The question puzzled him, but alas, a response festered at the back of his throat, threatening to release at any given ti.
Jane had proven to be a hindrance, a difficulty that seed unpredictable.
There was no telling what he could do, or what he was capable of doing, especially with the powers bestowed to him by the gods.
'Ti seed to have been paused. Which god is it? Is it the sun god Apollo that he used during the Battle of the Great Family? Which is it?'
Sigmas that were alien to him registered to his mory book as of that mont. As such, without the knowledge of who they were, or what they were capable of, he was forced to take the slow route– the safe one.
"I do not know him and have never heard of him." He replied after a mont of silence.
Jane chuckled, a startling one that sent a shock down their spines, electrifying sensations that crept over their skins.
"Yeah, you're right. This is a god known to a tribe, beyond the East. A faraway land touched by a civilization whose whereabouts have been lost to ti."
He said softly, raising his arms in the air as his fingers danced around a flowing golden energy. Threading it like silk as it wrapped around each.
"He was known as a Trickster, a sad god with a sad history. Every one of them has a story to tell, stories that even rival Mayura."
Javier felt a pang in his chest, one that blood into uncanny rage. Spreading and ravaging through his system as his brows furrowed down, and lips curled into a frown.
"Don't speak of the goddess with that tone." He stated, his tone deep and brief. A hushed hue in the air.
Jane glanced at him from the threads of gold on his finger, a tense silence dancing between them.
Conflict threatening to brew, with muscles tensing and blood pumping.
The others simply watched in silence. Gregory, Yon Duke and Aurora basked in their own thoughts, gazing more within themselves than outwards.
What bothered them grew deep, forming sores, wounds that would linger even after they healed.
Images played, voices scread and the sll of iron assaulted them. Forcing them to relieve the horror that was frozen in ti.
Javier scoffed, loudly as he clenched his fists.
"Why does it matter what those gods went through? And what does that have to do with what is going on now? This is a rebellion. We take what belongs to us."
Jane's eyes narrowed to a slit, a smirk playing from the corner of his lips as he glanced at the scene before them.
The subtle movent shook the cohort and lecturer as they turned towards the direction he did.
"You call it rebellion, but I call it a tantrum…and if you think you are winning.."
He clicked his fingers together, a snap of wonder exuding a shimr that warped the space.
Effect and motion twisting the students and the environnt.
Javier's gaze pulsed, flickering with intensity as he shook his head. He felt a subtle ease in his eyes, like a powerful weight had just been released from it. A fog which clogged his vision cleared in an instant; a vision which he had thought could never betray him opened to sothing that felt utterly impossible.
Aurora gasped, Yon shivered and Gregory slumped over.
The lecturer felt his skin prick, beads of sweat tracing down his limbs while his arm remained on the knob.
The edge of his lips twitched, teeth bared as his pupils darkened at the sight.
Javier simply stood and stared. Too startled to speak and too furious to act.
What stood before them were the students, alive and breathing.
Chaos sewn tightly in a crack, evaded and outwritten. In fact, it was like nothing had ever happened. Reality blurred before their very eyes, rewriting what played out in their heads like a scriptwriter.
They blinked once. Twice. Thrice.
Unable to speak and unable to contemplate, they simply watched in silence. What felt real a mont ago was now surreal, a distant flicker of images and videos played, envisioned within them. Forcefully sewn together to form a representation of what they thought was reality.
But now? Now that the veil had been raised from their eyes, casting the scales that blocked their vision.
They saw it now, the true reality.
Javier slowly glanced at Jane, licking his lips. An emotion too contorted to describe with simple words exuding from his features.
"Wha– what is this?"
He asked, his thoughts reeling in, spinning in overdrive. Attempting to claw at the present and make sense of what had occurred.
'I saw it happen! No! I made it happen! The mbers of the Cult who don't know they are. I sealed their fate by pronouncing the code. The code that ceases their consciousness and takes full control over their body.'
He frowned.
'I did that. So what the fuck is this?'
Jane's smile never dimd. Never let out, sticking to his face like a symbiote.
He rubbed his golden hair, its shimring brilliance dancing in the thrill of darkness.
The cascades of crimson swept over the walls from the magic lamps.
He glanced at the students gathered.
Their gazes fixed on the group of five, expressions firm. Hardened. Angered. Furious or at least half of them.
A Lot more, a number that far surpassed half but not enough to completely overwhelm them.
'Though, if I was a step too late then it would have been overwhelming.'
The stigma of the golden ibis bird with the golden quill feather glowed with primal energy.
Exuding a godly hue that shimred outwards into the world, flickers of golden light danced at the side of his neck.
The god, Thoth. A being of remarkable brilliance.
Unlike Loki who was a jester of sorts, Thoth was a philosopher, a being who saw through the minds of mortals. He represented order, knowledge and divine wisdom.
Peering deeply, ntally, digging the dirt that clouded the mind, and revealing the truth buried within morials of sand.
Speaking into the minds of others was child's play for the deity, showing them the truth, cascading information that could only be shared through thoughts. All these were possible through the Philosopher god, thoth.
Coupled with the theatrical god, Loki who represented trickery, chaos and inevitable change, pulling out a reality that only played out in Javier's head was an easy task.
Of course, this was the sa as the others.
An image too real, with flickering lights of explosions, tallic iron that lingered at the back of their throats, nauseating sll of blood and flesh.
As students scrambled against each other in eternal chaos.
That was how it had seed. It played out in a way that felt most real; in fact, it should have played as such.
The students had indeed turned against each other, only a pygmy away from stabbing at each other's throat. What stopped them was the abilities of Thoth, which Jane had made use of.
Inserting his will through their minds, festering a whole which anchored himself to their realities and in that spur of a mont where they had turned against each other. Ready to strike, he had simply frozen them.
Now, they stood within the mix of students. Bodies held within ti, a distant reality from what actually went on.
Their consciousness had already been stolen by Javier with his command. Leaving enough room for Jane to easily intercept with his godly abilities.
Standing in awkward positions, so pulled out weapons from thin air, weapons that fell to the ground from the imperceptible gravity.
The students who were awake– fully, had stood a distance away from the frozen students.
Their expressions twisted, enraged by the scene that played out.
They, too, saw what could have happened if Jane had not intervened– the reality that escaped them with just a single motion. A motion that Jane had acted out, stopping their horrific fate right in its tracks.
"This? This is rely the result of your failure." Jane explained. "Everything that had happened had happened, but in a reality that is far from ours. Instead, what I did was show everyone what would have played out in that reality if I had not acted."
With a sigh, Javier glanced around.
"So you're saying the image I had built….has been ruined with your simple action? The abilities of that god you so adore?"
Jane shrugged.
"See it for yourself."
Waving his hand dismissively, the students who remained conscious began to march towards them, encircling them within their claws.
Weapons erged from thin air, a whip of mana surging within their bodies as they glared at the cohort of four.
Lucy was still nowhere to be seen, at first, but as Aurora whipped her gaze to the side, her expression twisted in dread.
Lucy lay on the ground, still, unmoving, scars and cuts traced across her skin. A group of Year Two students erged from that corner, closing in on the group– students who turned their back on the school.
Javier calculated, his thoughts reeling in overdrive as he stepped back. His body tensed, muscles bulging as he gripped his sword firr.
His gaze narrowed down the students, observing, noting. While his brain searched for a way out.
'shit….this wasn't part of the plan.' He thought when Lecturer Sylvester walked past him in a sudden blur.
His steps echoed in the tense silence, his body pulsing with energy while his gaze held firm and distant.
Staring at the incoming students, disinterest laced in his face. He sighed, folding his hands together, his movents grabbing the attention of everyone in the lobby.
Jane arched a brow in confusion, tension ensuing within him as he gripped his fist, taking a step forward.
"Master Javier. Now is not the ti. You are the light that shall show us, System users the way. Your safety is paramount to my existence."
A crack, sothing awfully and woefully loud erupted into the air, a sudden surge of mana swirling within him.
It grew in intensity, surging with extre rage, blisters of light peeking through his skin, cutting the very fabric of his existence.
Jane frowned, his eyes narrowed as he charged towards the figure in the blink of an eye.
"For the Glory of the System."
-BOOM!
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