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A jolt immediately went through my whole body. “What… what can I do…?” “What can you do…? Not only you are covered with wounds all over— what’s more, I can’t heal you with my magic. Your only choice, child— is to pray to the celestial gods.” “Celestial gods…?” I find myself to be sneering— I wondered why. “To whom? Your ancestor Loki? Or his parents— Fárbauti? Or Laufey? Or should I pray to you since you are the descendant of a celestial god?”

Fuck You! Argh!.." Roaring, the God Of War, Nri Magu, felt frustrated then charged forward. He simply couldn't take it anymore, how could he allow this strange Bloody Red God to underrate him so much. Not only did the Red God discovered his cowardly plans to retreat, but the Red God also referred to him, a 'God Of War' as Little Ones. He didn't even stop there but went on to say that an Avatar of his Avatar, would kill him with just one breath. Even an ant couldn't be killed with just a breath, it was just too humiliating.

Aaron said and asked. “Really? You’ll be healed in an hour? That is so cool. I’m a Demi-God, my dad is a God, and my mom is human. The chick that made you shift is my older sister Aria. I just found out today that she’s a Goddess.” I said. “Nice man. Is everyone else a God or Goddess? Well except for Shadriel and Ebony, she’s part of the pack and Shad’s an Angel. Do you know about Mates?” Aaron asked.