The earth was war-torn, both the land and the heavens. A war has been fought for centuries, and there was no sign of stopping. Both the Heaven’s Gods and the Hell’s gods were at war, not against each other, but against their creator, their father, a giant: Chaos, the God of all Gods. They wanted to be free from his tyranny, his reign of terror of them and the world they made so carefully with such pristine detail, the gods were in awe of the sheer beauty of the world they were given. But Chaos wanted them all dead, his children and their little “play things”. But his spoiled children are being stubborn; they don’t want to see their creation killed, they wanted them to prosper and see how far the evolution of these primitive minds will go. Chaos knew this will be disastrous, he knew these creatures will just start killing themselves and even try to rebel against their own creators.
The Chaos Wars was bloody and destructive for both the earth and the heavens. The beings who lived in the earth below were suffering from natural phenomena occurring everywhere, from tsunamis crashing on all shorelines, to earthquakes, even volcanic eruptions in the mountain ranges, and devastating storms and hurricanes. The world the gods created for the creature they created as a utopia to help the living beings prosper became an abyss that will drive them into death just after they were born. The gods noticed the destruction they were bringing into those they were trying to protect and halted the assault onto their creator. The gods will have to think of a way to dispose of their father, but without destroying the world they love.
After calling a stalemate, the Heaven’s Gods, and the Hell’s Gods gathered in an isolated area in the skies of their world simply called Cloud Temples. Inside the aerial land, the god’s where having a heated discussion of how to rid themselves and the world of their father. First to speak first was the first child and son of Chaos, Lugh. He was the King of the gods of heaven. He wore silver armor with intricate and exquisite design, the pattern painted in gold, showing his insignia of a dragon on his breastplate, and on his silken blue cape. He wore a sheath that was forged by the metal of the stars and was painted blue and gold, and the sheath was just as beautiful with the same colors. His hair was long and seemed it was made of the golden sun rays. The most intriguing part of Lugh was his eyes. They weren’t blue as some expected, they where a deep amber color.
“Our attempt to kill, Father, was ineffective. He’s much stronger than we anticipated. There has to be a way to expel him from our realm.”
His sister Morganna waved her hand as if trying to shoo away a fly, “Well all attempts we made were lead by you, so of course we failed.” She smiled deviously, poking her brother with her long dark nail, “If I lead the assault, then maybe we will succeed.”
There was mumbling among the conclave of gods. Morganna smiled again and sat back on her chair. Lugh shook his head and sighed, he hated his sister, but she was the head of the gods of hell, he had to respect her opinions. Morganna wore only a simple crimson dress, adorned with onyx stones beaded on the hem of her dress. Her long jet black hair flowed as if she was underwater. But despite the simplicity, she was extraordinarily beautiful, and she knew it.
“Even if you lead the assault,” Lugh countered, “We will still fail. The attacks were all your idea. So there’s no difference.”
There whispers among the gods again, some agreeing and some voicing their opinions only to the person next to them and not the main gods of their domains. Morganna grew impatient and growled. She hated debates, there was no reason for them and nothing was accomplished but a spectacular migraine. She rubbed the bridge of her nose and growled again. That spectacular migraine was thriving more potently. She was about to yell an obstinacy until she heard shifting from a direction she wasn’t expecting.
To be continued
