205 Summoning
"So, it has arrived,"
Adams turned the envelope over in his hand, studying its intricate design. It shimred faintly under the moonlight, as though infused with divine energy. The edges glowed with a soft, golden hue, and the seal bore an unfamiliar insignia—a serpent coiled around a mask, its eyes seeming to follow his every move.
"Interesting," Adams murmured, more to himself than anyone else.
With a small wave of his hand, he gestured for John to leave. "Thank you, John. That'll be all."
John gave a respectful nod and exited the room, closing the door behind him.
Adams broke the seal effortlessly, his movents calm and deliberate. Inside was a letter, equally divine in appearance. The parchnt shimred faintly, with runes etched along the borders that glowed faintly in a soft silver light. The handwriting was sharp yet elegant, each word appearing as though it had been written with precision and intent.
Before Adams could begin reading, his wives gathered around him, curiosity evident on their faces. Mabel was the first to lean in, followed closely by Enigma and Lilith. Inara and Akira stepped closer, their expressions curious but calm. Nyx and Aveline joined last, standing just behind the others.
Adams glanced at the group, bemused by their eagerness. With a flick of his wrist, the letter expanded, hovering mid-air so that everyone could read it at once.
The words on the page were simple yet carried an undeniable weight:
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To Adams, Master of the Primordial Chaos Sect,
Greetings from one who has long observed the echoes of your deeds.
My na is Loki, a being who walks the thin line between chaos and creation. We have not t, though I suspect our paths were bound to cross sooner or later.
I write to you with an invitation—a rare gathering of Primordial Gods, convening in a place outside the bounds of mortal understanding. It is not often that beings of our nature co together, but when we do, it is a mont worth witnessing.
You, Adams, are invited to join us. Consider this not just a summons, but an opportunity to step into a circle where few are welcod. There is much to discuss, and I have no doubt you'll find the gathering... entertaining, if nothing else.
The eting will take place seven days from now, at the Summit of Eternity. You will know how to find it when the ti cos.
I look forward to finally eting you in person.
With anticipation,
Loki
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As the group finished reading, the room fell silent for a mont.
"A gathering of Primordial Gods?" Akira mused, her tails swaying slightly. "That's not sothing you hear about every day."
Mabel crossed her arms, a thoughtful look on her face. "He sounds confident. Too confident."
Enigma leaned back, her expression skeptical. "And yet, he's never t Adams. He has no idea what he's walking into."
Adams chuckled softly, folding the letter back into its original size with a wave of his hand. "Seems like things won't be quiet for much longer."
Inara placed a hand on his arm, her voice soft but firm. "Will you go?"
Adams glanced at her, then at the rest of his wives. His smirk widened. "Of course. How could I miss a party like this?"
Elsewhere, in a place suspended between dinsions, a man lounged casually on a throne carved from shifting shadows and glowing threads of light. His appearance was as striking as the space around him. Tousled black hair frad a sharp, angular face, and his erald-green eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusent and mischief. A sly smile played on his lips as he drumd his fingers rhythmically against the armrest.
The throne room—or whatever this place was—felt alive. The walls pulsed faintly, as if breathing, while runes etched into the ground glimred in rhythmic patterns. A faint hum of chaotic energy buzzed through the air, matching the man's ever-changing deanor.
Suddenly, the smile on his face widened into a grin. He let out a soft laugh, leaning forward and resting his chin on his hand.
"He opened it," the man said aloud, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Finally."
He sat back, looking up at the swirling void above him, his grin growing even wider. "Adams… you're already making this interesting, and we haven't even t yet."
His fingers flicked lazily, and an orb of shimring light appeared in the air before him. He didn't need to spy to know the letter had been read—he had felt it, the faint pull of his magic as the seal was broken. That was all the confirmation he needed.
"This is going to be fun," he said, more to himself than anyone else. His voice echoed in the empty space, filled with a playful excitent. "Finally, a chance to see what you're really like. Let's see if the stories do you justice, Master of Chaos."
As he spoke, his form shimred for a brief mont, as though the energy surrounding him couldn't quite decide whether to contain him or let him dissolve into the chaos. But he remained seated, utterly at ease, his grin never faltering.
He leaned back again, his laughter echoing once more through the endless void. "Seven days… I can wait. I've waited this long, after all. What's a few more days?"
The orb of light flickered and vanished, and the man—Loki—leaned his head back, eyes glinting with anticipation. The ga had officially begun, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
A soft ripple spread through the air, and a figure materialized in the middle of the room. The energy shifted, crackling lightly as the woman took shape. Her presence was calm yet commanding, her posture straight and regal. She wore silver armor that glead faintly in the strange light, and her piercing gray eyes locked onto Loki with an expression sowhere between curiosity and exasperation.
Athena crossed her arms, tilting her head slightly as she studied him. "What have you done this ti?"
Loki glanced at her, his grin unwavering. He looked completely at ease, leaning back in his throne with one leg draped casually over the armrest. "Nothing," he said, the word rolling off his tongue with playful innocence.
Athena raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "It better be nothing. Because if you've started sothing again, you know what's bound to happen."
Loki chuckled, waving a hand as though swatting away her words. "Relax, Athena. I haven't caused any chaos—yet." His grin widened, and his tone turned teasing. "You act like I'm always the troublemaker."
Her gaze didn't waver. "Because you are."
Loki finally sat up straight, clasping his hands together in mock seriousness. "Fine, fine. I'll be on my best behavior." He smirked again, the promise clearly hollow.
Athena sighed, shaking her head. "Why am I even here?"
Loki leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand. "That's what I was about to ask. What brings the great Athena to my humble abode? Missing my charming company already?"
"You wish." Athena said before looking at Loki, "The Grand Council of the Gods summons you."
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