A/n: I'm a bad person. I'm making a new story. Oh well. Hm, I'm also taking some artistic freedom with the way some things look; life's more interesting this way.
"So raise your glass high
For Tomorrow we die"
"So, my new friend, how do you enjoy godhood?", the creature that spoke seemed to be a gigantic blue dragon, it's scales glittering like someone dropped a bunch of bright blue, green and cyan marbles into one of those fancy fountains with the blue dyed water. His voice, for he was a he, was smooth and soothing, like water.
"Eh, it's fine. You'd think you sparkly, famous gods could afford some pillows for these chairs though," his guest was an odd shade of purple, not unlike a suffocated man, with yellow eyes that spoke volumes of malice, if not downright evil. He was seated in what looked like a pink lawn chair and was shifting around uncomfortably. And his voice! It was like what you would imagine the dead talking like. It was dry and low, but not monotone by any means; it held a tone of disturbing glee that killers must use. It was the kind of voice Marilyn Manson had been trying to perfect for ages, but much, much more chilling.
"I feel no need of pillows for those chairs, as I do not usually use them. I must confess, I have never had a guest that refuses to sit in the traditional Wutainise fashion. Or one who has refused this delightful tea, are you sure you would not like some? It has citrus undertones!!" the dragon held up a steaming cut of tea in temptation.
"No, I'm not a big fan of citrus. But we both know you didn't call me her for your "lovely" Wutaian tea, Leviathan." The purple one narrowed his malevolent eyes and stared down at the smaller god. He was used to being intimidating, he made a un-life of it, but what he was not used to was someone not being intimidated by him.
"No, No, of course not. Well then, I assume you've heard of the fates, Chaos?" Leviathan spoke in a calm pleasant manner, like Chaos wasn't so much bigger than him and could probably crush him into a dragony version of peanut butter.
"Yes, go on."
"As you know, they see the ways everyone's path can or will go. I have received some…interesting news from them recently," Leviathan paused to sip his tea and continued, "I trust your charge is doing well?"
"Yes, yes he's doing fine! Just get on with it you!" Chaos was impatient, he didn't like it when people beat around the bush.
"I am, don't worry, for he better be fine, Chaos. He is very important in this for you see; our charges' lifelines are intertwined and tangled with ours, more so than just is seen regularly. It looks like they are vital in what you are set out to do. We both know what you are meant to do, you had many chances, and it would seem that this is the last path left and I am to assist you in your little trip." While still being quite smooth, Leviathan's tone had taken a sadistic streak.
"So, you want to help me help Omega?" there was deep amusement in every contour of Chaos's being. He had stopped his moving and was giving Leviathan his undivided attention.
"As a matter of fact yes, yes I do. I have already spoken with Simurgh, and she has agreed to help me. She has the wisdom of the ages, as you know, and she will form the Abominations needed to launch Omega for us. Lovely lady, you should try her cooking."
"So, you're telling me that you got the wisest of gods to help us? And you will help also?" Chaos was undoubtedly skeptical of the dragon's claim.
"Oh, she was happy to help, and I am quite pleased to be able to cover the world in water for a time. It should be a very entertaining affair. You just make sure that our charges meet again, or I'll have your head on my wall alongside those of the whales… Tea?"
