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The four of them sat there in silence, the sparkling blue and green lights dancing around them like firefly's in the night. They were surrounded by lavish statues, elegant skylights and columns covered in gold. None wanted to say a word, though they all had plenty to talk about. In the chair of rubies sat a young woman, her face writhing in anger as the silence continued. Why did he call us here? What reason does he have to interrupt our lives? These thoughts only served to anger her further. Eventually she couldn't handle it any longer. She stood from her chair, stretched out her hand, and hurled the chair into the far wall without the slightest touch.
“I wish you would learn to control yourself Menire, that chair was quite difficult to craft.” a clean looking man in the chair across said calmly. He stroked his shoulder length, jet black hair in the most arrogant way possible, his eyes never leaving Menire's.
“I don't care about your petty treasures, they mean nothing to me.” she yelled as she crushed a small statue behind her with a quick clenching of her fist.
“Menire, your a god, and I wish you would start acting like one. Rather you choose to act like a spoiled child, one who must have all her needs fulfilled on a whim. I would suggest that you remember your rank and revel in it.” the man said as he polished the gauntlet of his gold and ivory armor. “We are gods, we control the world and all in it. The last thing we want to do is sink down to their level. If we do that we cannot rule.”
“I would say you already can't Vermosa.” Menire laughed, her hand running through her long, red hair.
Vermosa's sly little smile quickly faded away, replaced by a malevolent sneer. “You will not speak to me like that, not now, not ever. I am your leader!”
“Fine.” she said with a sneer.
“Good, now if you will let me speak. I did call you all here for a reason, one I am sure you will all view as quite significant to our cause.”
The two other gods in the room quickly broke their silence, intrigued by this newfound prospect. Both felt the current situation was a tad dull, a constant stream of uninspired talks and long winded meetings with no end in sight. The very idea that something eventful might occur was exciting an exciting prospect to say the least.
“What is going on, is the lower council up in arms again?” one of the men asked, his robed arms crossed across his lap. His blue robe was immaculate, encrusted with gold and sapphires, a sign of his kingdom and people.
“The lower council has been disposed of, we no longer need their services.” Vermosa said.
“What!” the other man said, a dumbfounded look on his face, “How will we maintain relations with the kingdoms without the council?”
“We no longer need to maintain any sort of relations with them Satira.” Vermosa said with a smile, “They won't be around much longer.”
The room fell silent, looks of confusion on all the faces. With one exception. Menire's face quickly filled with anger, her rage boiling to a critical point. Vermosa knew she was the only one who fully understood, or perhaps, she was the only one who could accept it.
“I hope you are not suggesting what I think you are, I would hope even you had enough sense to not even think such thoughts.” Menire said as she took a step back from the circle of chairs, nearly tripping over her own feet.
“I am also curious as to what you are proposing. Surely you aren't thinking about performing a cleansing? Such actions are forbidden.” Darus quickly added.
“Forbidden by who, by our parents?” Vermosa laughed a deep laugh. “They are dead, by our hands. We control the universe now, no one has authority over us anymore. If we want to cure this world of its corrupted nature, then we will do so at our leisure.”
“This is insanity! What evidence do you have for this supposed corruption?” Menire yelled.
“I have plenty, I assure you.” he said as he waved his finger in the air, forming a runic symbol. In an instant the dancing lights converged in the center of the room, swirling into a colorful image of the universe. The map flew zipped the universe until in arrived at a single, tiny planet.
“Caltea, the land of our creation, the land we hold dominion over.” Vermosa said in a unnecessarily dramatic fashion. The map quickly shifted to a view of the entire world. The mountain home of the gods at the top of the world, the oceans of Velom, and the three island kingdoms of Delnos, Namasca, and Arixia. They were all there. The map swung around and zoomed in to a small section of the map on the eastern continent.
“In the kingdom of Delnos, the Namascan army is launching an assault on the outlying farmland.” The view switched again to a view of farms, their fields in flames. People were fleeing from men on horseback, only to be cut down by a quick flying arrow, or a quick slash from a sword. The map shifted again, this time showing a small town in ruins. “In the kingdom of Arixia, the people live in fear of bandits and the politicians rule through fear and intimidation.”
The images continued to change, each one given an ineffectual commentary by Vermosa. Images of kings murdering, of guards extorting, even children being forced into slavery. The images ended on the burning and destruction and several cathedrals dedicated to the four gods.
The debate was already over, and Vermosa had made his point. The four of them sat in silence. Menire's face of anger dissipated slowly, replaced by one of horror and sadness. Even she, the staunchest of Vermosa's critics, couldn't believe what she was seeing. At the time, the idea of a cleansing seemed reasonable, maybe even the best idea.
“This is terrible, how could we have failed.” Satira said with his head in his hands.
“The people have lost faith in both us and in themselves. They are beyond salvation.” Vermosa said as he dismissed the images with a quick sweep of his hand, the lights resuming their dance around the room. “The world we now control must be created anew.”
“This is a disgrace, they will pay for their insolence. We gave them many chances, and they still failed. They deserve nothing from us now.” Darus said, his face writhing in anger.
All were curious as to how Menire would react. She just sat on the ground, hands nervously clenched. Why did this happen, she thought to herself. Why did they make us do this. They are fools.
“We must go through with this, if the people no longer believe in us then we will force the beliefs on them.” Menire said as she stood, tears streaming from her eyes.
“Very well, then its decided. The cleansing will begin at the stroke of dawn. Ready your armies and prepare your troops. The worlds end will being tomorrow.”
“Why tomorrow, why not later? We cannot prepare our armies in a mere day.” Satira said.
“They know we are coming, the council is dead, and they now expect the worst. Any day we give them is an added hassle we will need to deal with later. We have no choice but to strike immediately.” Vermosa said as he stood from his chair, his armor shining brilliantly in the light. “I would suggest you all talk to you military leaders, they will have a hard time ahead.” he said as he stepped out of the room, pushing his way through the wooden doors at the end of the hall.
“Are we really going to do this?” Menire said, tears still falling from her cheeks.
“We have no choice Menire.” Satira said as he stood and walked from the room. Darus quickly followed, not saying anything or offering even some passing support. They just left her their, a weak and vulnerable woman who was usually strong willed and even sometimes cruel. She sat there for what seemed like forever going over the past few minutes in her mind. It seemed as if she had little choice but to go through with it, and even though she knew it had to be done, she wouldn't pull any enjoyment from a single second of it.
“Why did they make us do this?” she said slowly, her voice near silent.
“Why must they make us stain our creation with war?”
“I wish you would learn to control yourself Menire, that chair was quite difficult to craft.” a clean looking man in the chair across said calmly. He stroked his shoulder length, jet black hair in the most arrogant way possible, his eyes never leaving Menire's.
“I don't care about your petty treasures, they mean nothing to me.” she yelled as she crushed a small statue behind her with a quick clenching of her fist.
“Menire, your a god, and I wish you would start acting like one. Rather you choose to act like a spoiled child, one who must have all her needs fulfilled on a whim. I would suggest that you remember your rank and revel in it.” the man said as he polished the gauntlet of his gold and ivory armor. “We are gods, we control the world and all in it. The last thing we want to do is sink down to their level. If we do that we cannot rule.”
“I would say you already can't Vermosa.” Menire laughed, her hand running through her long, red hair.
Vermosa's sly little smile quickly faded away, replaced by a malevolent sneer. “You will not speak to me like that, not now, not ever. I am your leader!”
“Fine.” she said with a sneer.
“Good, now if you will let me speak. I did call you all here for a reason, one I am sure you will all view as quite significant to our cause.”
The two other gods in the room quickly broke their silence, intrigued by this newfound prospect. Both felt the current situation was a tad dull, a constant stream of uninspired talks and long winded meetings with no end in sight. The very idea that something eventful might occur was exciting an exciting prospect to say the least.
“What is going on, is the lower council up in arms again?” one of the men asked, his robed arms crossed across his lap. His blue robe was immaculate, encrusted with gold and sapphires, a sign of his kingdom and people.
“The lower council has been disposed of, we no longer need their services.” Vermosa said.
“What!” the other man said, a dumbfounded look on his face, “How will we maintain relations with the kingdoms without the council?”
“We no longer need to maintain any sort of relations with them Satira.” Vermosa said with a smile, “They won't be around much longer.”
The room fell silent, looks of confusion on all the faces. With one exception. Menire's face quickly filled with anger, her rage boiling to a critical point. Vermosa knew she was the only one who fully understood, or perhaps, she was the only one who could accept it.
“I hope you are not suggesting what I think you are, I would hope even you had enough sense to not even think such thoughts.” Menire said as she took a step back from the circle of chairs, nearly tripping over her own feet.
“I am also curious as to what you are proposing. Surely you aren't thinking about performing a cleansing? Such actions are forbidden.” Darus quickly added.
“Forbidden by who, by our parents?” Vermosa laughed a deep laugh. “They are dead, by our hands. We control the universe now, no one has authority over us anymore. If we want to cure this world of its corrupted nature, then we will do so at our leisure.”
“This is insanity! What evidence do you have for this supposed corruption?” Menire yelled.
“I have plenty, I assure you.” he said as he waved his finger in the air, forming a runic symbol. In an instant the dancing lights converged in the center of the room, swirling into a colorful image of the universe. The map flew zipped the universe until in arrived at a single, tiny planet.
“Caltea, the land of our creation, the land we hold dominion over.” Vermosa said in a unnecessarily dramatic fashion. The map quickly shifted to a view of the entire world. The mountain home of the gods at the top of the world, the oceans of Velom, and the three island kingdoms of Delnos, Namasca, and Arixia. They were all there. The map swung around and zoomed in to a small section of the map on the eastern continent.
“In the kingdom of Delnos, the Namascan army is launching an assault on the outlying farmland.” The view switched again to a view of farms, their fields in flames. People were fleeing from men on horseback, only to be cut down by a quick flying arrow, or a quick slash from a sword. The map shifted again, this time showing a small town in ruins. “In the kingdom of Arixia, the people live in fear of bandits and the politicians rule through fear and intimidation.”
The images continued to change, each one given an ineffectual commentary by Vermosa. Images of kings murdering, of guards extorting, even children being forced into slavery. The images ended on the burning and destruction and several cathedrals dedicated to the four gods.
The debate was already over, and Vermosa had made his point. The four of them sat in silence. Menire's face of anger dissipated slowly, replaced by one of horror and sadness. Even she, the staunchest of Vermosa's critics, couldn't believe what she was seeing. At the time, the idea of a cleansing seemed reasonable, maybe even the best idea.
“This is terrible, how could we have failed.” Satira said with his head in his hands.
“The people have lost faith in both us and in themselves. They are beyond salvation.” Vermosa said as he dismissed the images with a quick sweep of his hand, the lights resuming their dance around the room. “The world we now control must be created anew.”
“This is a disgrace, they will pay for their insolence. We gave them many chances, and they still failed. They deserve nothing from us now.” Darus said, his face writhing in anger.
All were curious as to how Menire would react. She just sat on the ground, hands nervously clenched. Why did this happen, she thought to herself. Why did they make us do this. They are fools.
“We must go through with this, if the people no longer believe in us then we will force the beliefs on them.” Menire said as she stood, tears streaming from her eyes.
“Very well, then its decided. The cleansing will begin at the stroke of dawn. Ready your armies and prepare your troops. The worlds end will being tomorrow.”
“Why tomorrow, why not later? We cannot prepare our armies in a mere day.” Satira said.
“They know we are coming, the council is dead, and they now expect the worst. Any day we give them is an added hassle we will need to deal with later. We have no choice but to strike immediately.” Vermosa said as he stood from his chair, his armor shining brilliantly in the light. “I would suggest you all talk to you military leaders, they will have a hard time ahead.” he said as he stepped out of the room, pushing his way through the wooden doors at the end of the hall.
“Are we really going to do this?” Menire said, tears still falling from her cheeks.
“We have no choice Menire.” Satira said as he stood and walked from the room. Darus quickly followed, not saying anything or offering even some passing support. They just left her their, a weak and vulnerable woman who was usually strong willed and even sometimes cruel. She sat there for what seemed like forever going over the past few minutes in her mind. It seemed as if she had little choice but to go through with it, and even though she knew it had to be done, she wouldn't pull any enjoyment from a single second of it.
“Why did they make us do this?” she said slowly, her voice near silent.
“Why must they make us stain our creation with war?”
