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Spineless jellyfish bending to the will of their own, selfish desires. “Have any of you been able to commune with your gods?” Johnathan asks. “I have,” Patrick says without missing a beat. “Are you sure he can hear you?” Hakon asks. “Does he ever answer your back?” “Of course He doesn’t,” Aurora pipes up, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “His God never speaks to him.” “Not in words, but he enlightens me, grants me wisdom, and shows me the way.” “That’s such horseshit-”

While civilian #3207 heard it from God, he wasn’t given details. Zen grinned and pointed to his ears. “The Godfather can listen to the voices of the dead because of “Blood”. However, Godfather candidates can usually listen to the inner voices of others. It’s an unawakened version of “Blood”. Although my ability is buggy and doesn’t work all the time, it’s still a sign that I’m one of the true Godfather candidates.” One of the true Godfather candidates? Ah, that must explain why God said that Zen was one of his golden children. Zen Taro wasn’t the only one competing. God must have planted several seeds for insurance.

He stood tall, immovable, his silhouette carved against the lantern light like a verdict the world itself had no choice but to obey. When he spoke, it was not a statement. Not even a declaration. It was the truth. “I…”His voice dropped, deep and resonant, vibrating through bone and breath. “…AM THE GOD OF WAR.” The tent felt it… the wooden beams, the ground underneath, everything seemed to tremble under the force of that certainty. Even the flames bowed, shrinking lower as if in reverence… or perhaps fear. A heartbeat later… Lucien slammed his fist against the table. Maps jumped. Ink pots rattled. It was a sound that didn’t just echo… it promised death.

I murmured as I bawled my fists, barely containing my anger and misery. "You know what to do, Claire. I don't need to tell you twice," Ajax said again. But I didn't listen to him anymore. I couldn't. My head and heart began to break and voices began to emerge along with different images flashing through my eyes. "I can help you... Claire... Call my name... Say my name Alix... I can lend you my powers... Call my name..." My head started to pound louder and louder as I braced myself, grabbing unto my head. I could somewhat hear Ajax's voice calling out to me but I could no longer care.

"SPEAK!" A shrill yell shattered the silence that many jumped in their seats. The voice was deafening; echoing through the hall like a crack of thunder. Slowly, heads began to raise as everyone searched for the origin of the voice, and they no longer saw a benign smile upon the Warden's face. The friendly look from his eyes had vanished, replaced by a cold fury in every line of his gnarly face and an aura of power and wrath radiated from him as though he were giving off burning heat.

"So, this is he? The so-called Druid King? Part wolf.... part God... Or so they say..." I swallowed hard as I examined the second one. A God. He had to be judging by his aura. The power radiating from him was almost suffocating as his red eyes glared into mine. The third was silent, observing from the back through eyes of pure obsidian—Darker only slightly than his skin. The shadows that seemed to surround him made him look almost ghostly. I realised I was both outnumbered and outpowered. "Time to poke the bear..." I thought to myself as I forced my lips into a snarl.

My eyes were filled with tears and I just wanted this all to end. “Yeah apparently I’m a terrorist. What a joke, I basically told him that I would tell you he called and hung up. I wasn’t in the right frame of mind at all, all I wanted to do was hang up on him and come running back to you. I was pissed, I had to leave you for a meeting and this was the bullshit meeting? Before I hung up he told me he got in touch with your ex first. They were friends of something,” he shrugged. “Who told him to read the papers, you weren’t together and instead you’re with some Russian prick. His words. I have his number.” “Give it to me.”

I said. Frye was in absolute horror, “this inkling is on a whole other level” said Frye looking at Shiver and Big Man. As Frye looked back, I was gone “where did Inkcanius go!?” said Frye. Shiver, Frye and Big Man were shocked to see me vanish. They looked around but no sign of him, Then Frye felt a powerful presence behind them, she had never felt this level of fear before, it was me. I was behind them using my death glare against them. Frye, Shiver and Big Man has never felt fear for a long time. Big Man tried to attack first but I strike first knocking Big Man unconscious “Big Man!!” Shiver shouted with worry. Frye was enraged to see Big Man lying there unconscious and in response, she tr

Blakeney yelled. Oliver slowly opened his eyes and flinched as he saw his body engulfed in blue flames. He stared at his hands as if seeing them for the first time. The god within James took over again. “Use all of your anger, descendant of Hephaestus!” Authority dripped from every word. “Focus all of your being on your hands and force the fire to obey your will!” Oliver closed his eyes and breathed deeply, jaw clenched in concentration. The flame-covered hands began to tremble with exertion, but slowly the fire licked up from his feet, his legs, his stomach, and fused purposely on his chest and arms.

He looked down at Fulton who was a little disheveled and said with a sneer, “Lowly Eastern Battle God, do you know the gap between us now? If you don't want to die, you can choose to kneel down and submit to me. Sign a life-and-death contract with me and I’ll let you live. What do you think? This is God's mercy to you, so you should consider it carefully.” Fulton stood up straight at this moment, his body like a pine tree as he stood upright in place. He gently waved his burning right arm that was scorched by the energy beams and said with a laugh, “I’m sorry, but the East has never believed in the god you mentioned. I don’t really need your mercy.” “Arrogance! Since you’re so persistent, I