There were many factors to take into account upon this ongoing war. Behind the rampant violence and death, the list of tasks and responsibilities was ever-growing. As the conflict dragged on, it beca increasingly clear that hands were full most of the ti.
And yet...
"Why am I stuck here?"
Luwanal, the god of storms, sighed as he looked at the bright skies above him. Although he was a battle god himself, he found it absurd that he was in this peaceful place, surrounded by forests and a naturally beautiful garden, assigned to protect a re mortal.
He couldn't help but scoff in annoyance. Even if it was the goddess's orders, wasn't his situation a bit too much?
"Haah!"
With a loud sigh, he yawned as he waited for sothing fun to finally happen.
"The queen should've just sent to war," he muttered.
The notion of having him protect a human was absurd enough, but to have him protect so tainted human was beyond comprehension. His hands crackled with electricity as he grew more annoyed just thinking about it.
There were many more fun things to do out there.
"Should I just kill the girl and bla it on the doves?" he pondered, his eyes glowing blue as he scanned the distance, focusing on the sleeping mortal. Though she might be protected by the goddess's angels, compared to him, they were nothing.
If he killed her now, surely the goddess wouldn't notice, right? Considering the myriad things she was busy with, keeping track of a single human wasn't sothing she would prioritize. After all, why would she send him here in the first place?
Of course, Luwanal knew the importance of the mortal girl as a contingency plan in case of an all-out war from the other side. But why was the goddess acting so cautious when the war was already nearing its climax? Contingency or not, safety or not, the war was bound to escalate until the entire pantheon had to intervene themselves.
It wouldn't be long until the gods got involved, and the true aning of a holy war would comnce. So why prevent the inevitable? Wouldn't it be more beneficial to damage the enemy now by killing this re mortal right here and now?
He continued to mull over this, his fingers twitching with the anticipation of action. The girl, lying there so peacefully, seed to be an easy target. Her existence felt like a mockery to him, a god of storms confined to a guardian role.
The idea of eliminating her was tantalizing. It would be a decisive blow, a move that could potentially accelerate the end of the war.
The enemy would be caught off guard, scrambling without their key piece.
"Lord Luwanal."
Letting his eyes drift away from the mortal woman, Luwanal turned his attention to the call from his side.
"Marvey, huh?" Luwanal's annoyance was evident as he looked at the angel beside him. "What do you want, dove?"
Out of all the angels here, Marvey had been the only one ticulously taking care of the woman, and Luwanal's irritation was palpable. If Marvey had neglected her like the rest of the angels assigned to her, surely the woman would have perished from hunger or so other misfortune. But this damned angel wasn't just loyal to his orders; he was downright perfect in his execution, ensuring the woman's well-being and even providing her with the best accommodations possible.
Quite the opposite of his brother, Harvey. Although the two were twin angels, they were complete polar opposites. Luwanal wondered if their differences had sothing to do with the way the goddess created them.
"What do you want, Marvey?" Luwanal repeated, his voice tinged with impatience.
Marvey bowed slightly, his wings fluttering softly. "I rely ca to check on our charge, my lord. The goddess entrusted us with her care, and I wanted to ensure everything is in order."
Luwanal scoffed. "Everything is in order, as you can see. The girl is safe, well-fed, and breathing. Your ticulousness is unnecessary."
"Tsk… As always, the dove is quite persistent when it cos to the woman," Luwanal muttered under his breath. It didn't really matter to him anyway; all he wanted was to get rid of the woman right now.
But with this dove being around, that was almost impossible for now.
After all, the guy in front of him might be just an angel, but he wasn't any ordinary one.
He was a direct creation of the goddess herself—a son, per se.
And knowing the goddess's personality, she was quite aggressive toward those insolent beings who dared to touch what she considered hers in the first place.
"There have been reports of misconduct, you see… So I just ca here to report and confirm it with you, my lord."
"Misconduct, you say?" Luwanal looked at Marvey as if he were saying sothing ridiculous. "Are you blaming for sothing right now, dove?"
"I believe I only ntioned it to you, Lord Luwanal. The word of bla ca from your own mouth…"
"…? Hoh? Hahaha, you sure say the funniest things now, Marvey. Did your position within the goddess's ranks get to your head, perhaps?"
Marvey's expression remained calm, unruffled by Luwanal's mocking tone. "I serve at the pleasure of the goddess and follow her orders without question. It is my duty to ensure that everything within our purview is running smoothly, and any irregularities must be addressed."
Luwanal's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing within them. "Irregularities, you say? And what sort of irregularities do you think you've found here?"
"There have been rumors," Marvey began cautiously, "of certain… frustrations among the ranks, particularly regarding the assignnt to protect the mortal woman. So say that you, Lord Luwanal, have expressed displeasure at this duty."
"Rumors are just that—rumors," Luwanal replied, his voice edged with irritation. "My duties are clear, and I fulfill them. My personal feelings on the matter are irrelevant."
"Of course, my lord," Marvey replied, his tone placating but firm. "However, it is my responsibility to ensure the goddess's commands are followed to the letter. Any hint of dissent must be investigated."
Luwanal scoffed, turning his gaze back to the sleeping woman. "Dissent? From ? Don't be absurd. I am here, am I not? Guarding this mortal as instructed."
"I see…. Please do forgive for my rudeness," Marvey said as he bowed before Luwanal.
"Tsk. If you know you were at fault, stop bothering and go pester that woman or sothing," Luwanal snapped.
With that, Marvey fluttered his wings and left.
"That dove… He's scarier than I thought," Luwanal muttered as he watched Marvey depart. Although their conversation had been subtle, he felt the pressure was on him rather than on Marvey. He had even released his divinity during their exchange, and yet Marvey had remained completely unhard.
Luwanal sighed deeply, realizing he had gotten on the bad side of soone destined to beco a god soday—and a god more powerful than a third-generation god like himself. "Hahaha," he laughed hysterically as he plopped down into his empty chair. What was the point of his existence as a god that brings about storms if he was to remain stuck here?
"Haah… oh gods of fate, please let experience the taste of war," he scread aloud as he stared at the empty skies.
He was supposed to be a god that conduits the chaos of storms in the world, and yet none of that could be fulfilled now, even though a war was raging on.
The serenity of the garden around him only amplified his frustration.
He was surrounded by lush greenery, the gentle rustle of leaves, and the tranquil song of birds—elents that were the very antithesis of his nature.
The peacefulness felt like a prison, binding his destructive power and leaving him restless.
The mory of his past glories filled him with a pang of nostalgia.
He rembered the roaring tempests he had unleashed, the exhilaration of combat, the sheer power he wielded as he tore through enemies like a force of nature.
Those were the days when he truly felt alive, when his purpose was clear and his actions impactful.
He felt like he was reduced to a re babysitter right now.
Not to ntion, a damn angel who was supposed to be just his subordinate was subtly bossing him around.
It was an irrefutable notion that he couldn't help but find incredibly annoying.
And he didn't like it one bit.
"Haah, oh how I miss war," he muttered to himself.
"Oya, you miss it?"
Surprised by the sudden voice, Luwanal turned around, only to find a smiling boy staring at him. Alerted, he imdiately stood up as lightning crackled around his massive body.
'When did he get close to ?' he wondered, unable to detect the boy's sudden approach. This was clearly a sealed place; not even the gods of space could enter here without being noticed.
"Who are you?" he demanded.
Although the one in front of him was clearly a child, the energy he emanated wasn't that of a re child. It was sothing ancient, as if he were looking at an ancient god from old tis. Despite the cute and innocent appearance, the child had the aura of a god that represented apocalypse.
"Hmm~? Is it really important to know my na?" the boy said casually, smiling at him. "Shouldn't you be more worried about your back?"
"Huh?"
Grr!!!!
Startled by the growl, Luwanal turned to see a massive wolf behind him, its eyes glowing with a sinister light. Although he only locked eyes with it for a few seconds, he felt it imdiately with just a glance.
'DEATH.'
He knew the ending of his existence was imminent.
The wolf's presence was overwhelming, a primal force that sent shivers down his spine. Its fur bristled with dark energy, and its teeth glead like deadly daggers. Luwanal could sense its ancient power, a power that dwarfed even his own.
"What... what is this?" Luwanal stamred, trying to keep his composure.
The boy giggled, the sound unnervingly cheerful given the situation. "This is my son. He doesn't like it when people are an to ."
Luwanal took a step back, his eyes darting between the boy and the wolf. "What do you—"
"Haah~haah~ and here I thought you reminded of Thor, turns out you were just a coward."
Snapping his fingers at the last second, the child looked at Luwanal with disdain. The next mont, he scread in pain as the wolf's large jaws clamped down on his right arm, ripping it away. Blood sprayed across the ground, mingling with the golden light that began to emanate from the wound.
"At least make it fun for him, okay? Well then, bye-bye~"
With a nonchalant wave, the child left, trailing golden light behind him. The wolf, now holding the severed arm, turned its gaze towards Luwanal, its eyes burning with a predatory hunger.
Luwanal's heart pounded in his chest as he stared at the grotesque scene. The child's departure left an eerie silence in its wake, broken only by the low growl of the wolf. Despite the pain he had inflicted upon himself, the boy had walked away as if nothing significant had happened, leaving Luwanal to face the beast alone.
The wolf dropped the arm, its eyes never leaving Luwanal's. It took a step forward, its massive paws making the ground tremble. Luwanal's mind raced, his usual confidence shattered by the bizarre encounter.
He was a god of storms, yet this situation had him questioning his own power and resolve.
And the wolf smiled at him, as it liked the blood of it's jaws…. It's been countless milenia's since the taste of divine blood entered his mouth.
…..
anwhile, back at the snowy white castle, golden lights flickered as a young boy appeared atop a table.
"Did you proceed as planned?" a man asked, seated across from the boy, his eyes fixed on a gigantic map spread out before him.
"Yes~ Yes~ Fenry is having fun as well. Although he was annoyed at being used as bait, when I ntioned he would be fighting a god of Thor's nature, he seed quite happy at least… although I doubt that dumbass was even close to Thor's level though."
"I think most gods don't co close to his level," the man replied, his gaze still focused on the intricate details of the map.
"Hmm, I guess so. Anyway, what are you going to do now? Will you go there yourself? Or do we proceed as planned?" the boy asked, hopping off the table and circling around the map, his golden light dimming as he moved.
"I'll go there myself," the man decided, his voice calm and resolute.
The boy's eyes sparkled with interest. "Ooh, that sounds exciting! What will you do when you get there?"
Adrian wondered why he was asking the obvious but soon smiled, looking at Loki's eager face. "I'll eat him, of course."
With his comnt, Loki laughed hysterically. "Truly, the monstrous anomalies born from war are always the best," he exclaid, wiping a tear from his eye. "Make sure to send Elizabeth to take care of the doves."
"Sure~ sure~," Loki replied, still chuckling. "Make sure to eat them all, king."
"Yeah…"
With those words left behind, Adrian's human form began to deform, twisting and rging with the surrounding shadows until he beca one with the abyss.
His body dissolved into an inky blackness that spread out like a dark tide, engulfing the room in an eerie silence.
The air grew thick with an oppressive energy, and Loki watched with a mix of amusent and admiration as Adrian's transformation completed.
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