So, I wanted to start a new story where as it's main point are Humans vs. Gods. I played around with it awhile and wanted to throw it at ya'll.

Any questions that you might have shall be answered at the end. Enjoy!

"Pueros facti inquietum , Ereshkigal."

'Your boys have become restless, Ereshkigal.'

"Im notissimum liberos faciat Minerva. Age tuum, non meum."

'I'm very aware of my sons, Minerva. Mind your own, not mine.'

"Illa enim quaerit nisi bene."

'She is only looking out for their well being.'

"Id nihilo minus rem comprobaret, filius Odin. Modo vult tollere quia ego in sua malitia recordamini."

'She does no such thing, son of Odin. She wishes to raise them on her own because I am evil incarnate remember?'

"Satis . Rogamus autem vos, Ereshkigal dare ditiones suas regere . Praesertim Whiro. Existimas autem hoc o.'

'Enough. We urge you, Ereshkigal, give them domains of their own to rule over. Especially Whiro. Think about this.'

"Ego obliuiscar. Interim manete extra rem. Faciam ut videbitur, si , prout iniuria questum ad aliud. Ego suscitabo super agunt placent placet."

'I shall. In the mean time, stay out of my business. I do as I see fit, if you see it as wrong, complain to another. I will carry on doing as I please when it pleases me.'

"Optime ergo ire."

'Very well then. Go."

"Gratias tibi Deus."

'Thank you, God."

Alic

He stood. Tall, proud for no one was nearly as perfect as he.

His mother's favorite. The first of three and the kinder, if anyone were to ask.

Hair of blue flames, licking at his shoulders, pushed away from his pupil-less pitch eyes. Skin paled to look almost luminescent, painted over broad shoulders, a sharp jaw, and a pronounced nose. You could find his thin lips tilted upwards, sneering at all.

All but his dear mother, of course.

He smiled, if you could call the lip curling that, towards her always.

As to why he beamed of radiant happiness at the moment, the object of his undying love asked him to come along with her to the worlds under the world.

"Grothiá mou genní̱thi̱ke , eíste yperi̱fáneia mou, i̱ chará kai óloi ti̱n agápi̱ mou."

'My fist born, you are my pride, joy and all of my love.' She spoke cautiously, hands clasped in front neatly as her pace matched that of her son's.

They were in the North, the cooler of the worlds. It housed the souls just shy of divine living, tainted in the most innocent of ways.

"Af̱tí̱ i̱ periochí̱ , ópo̱s gno̱rízete , periéchei psychés pou eínai oúte kaló í̱ kakó . Akrivó̱s ópo̱s eíste , o gios mou . Eímai af̱tó anathétontas se sas tó̱ra , giatí megaló̱noun kai ligótero se thési̱ na parakolouthí̱soun páno̱ apó tous állous kósmous eaf̱tó mou . Boró̱ na anathései af̱tó gia séna?"

'This domain, as you know, contains souls that are nor good or evil. Just as you are, my son. I am entrusting it to you now, for I grow older and less able to watch over the other worlds myself. Can I entrust this to you?"

"Fysiká mi̱téra . Ef̱charistó̱. Den tha afí̱soume kli̱ronomiá sas thései gia ta apóvli̱ta ."

'Of course mother. Thank you. I shall not let your legacy lay to waste."

Anaru

He was second born to the woman of the other words. He, unlike his brother, did not crave his mothers attention, no he rather have anything but. He, still very unlike his brother, loved to destroy, create mischief, pick apart. He enjoyed coaxing souls to take their own lives, feeding off the flesh of his victims, storing power. You could imagine he was less than thrilled when his mother called him to the East.

"Whanau toku tuarua. Kawea koe e ahau ki te whenua o nga wairua whakamamaetia . He whenua te wahi e pupuri wairua e kua hihiko hara, ka whiua. Hoatu e koutou i tenei e ahau."

'My second born. I brought you to the land of the tormented souls. A land where souls that have willingly sinned are kept and punished. I am giving you this.'

At this, the boy brightened, a newfound light in those cold red irises. His tanned skin warmed with a foreign feeling, wild, un-kept hair flailing about him. This was what he was born for, the total damnation of the souls too tainted to be in the North. Elated, he did not give his mother the affirmative that he would take over, instead he shot like a bullet to the nearest soul, getting straight to work.

Ezraeil

The last, more reserved of the three descendants of Ereshkigal. His fair completion and black hair were not as striking as the eldest nor as wild as the older. It was clean, well groomed, and hung in a high ponytail, reaching to mid back. His eyes were indigo, but soulless. His wings, the only of the three to be gifted (cursed) with them, flowed in ashen silk black, tucked neatly into each other to not get in the way. He had landed in the South, the hottest of the other world. His mother had called away his brothers like this too, but for what they would not tell.

He didn't crave his mother's affection like Alic, nor did he shy from it like Anaru. He was content being left to the shadows.

"הבן הצעיר שלי, שלי שקט, ביישן, הסגור. אתה לא מדבר, על כך אני אסיר תודה. אבל, אני מזדקן בכוח, ויש לי קרא לך להלוות ידך בשולט על המקום הזה. נתתי לכם את החוטאים שלא לומדים, אלה שחטא וחטא שוב רק כדי להביא אושר. אני סומך עליך עם זה, הבן שלי"

'My youngest, my quiet, shy, closed off son. You do not speak, for that I am grateful. But, I am growing older in power, and I have called upon thee to lend thy hand in ruling over this place. I have given you the sinners that do not learn, the ones that sin and sin again just to bring about happiness. I trust you with this, my son."

His eyes went wide as he listened to his mother's fluent tongue. What an honor to be ruling over a domain of his own. For if he did speak, he'd thank his mother, graciously accepting her generous offer. He looked on towards the hell fire, a small smile present. He almost did not realize his mother's messenger clumsily stand at attention.

"Ves fama, ex superioribus locis!"

'Your highness, news, from the above ground!'

"Cum ea."

'Out with it.'

"Ingens bombing. Centuriones mortuis."

'A massive bombing. Hundreds dead.'

Ezraeil did not understand Latin, according to all his studying, only those of higher power spoke the dead language. Hebrew just happened to be the easiest for him to learn. His father spoke it, and his mother spoke it to his father. Just how his mother could speak Maori to Anaru and Greek to Alic, their fathers had spoken it too.

"להיות מוכן,, ייתכן שיש לך שלי צעיר המשימה הראשונה שלך."

'Be prepared, my youngest, you may have your first assignment.'

Nodding, the boy spread his wings, taking flight to watch over what was now his.

Ereshkigal

To say the surface world was interesting was an ungodly lie. Humans partake in the simplest of task; she wondered if it physically pained them to do, as it was to watch. Most humans were stupid, in any case. Stopping what they are doing because they remembered something, are being ignored, or forget while doing it.

Just how did they keep themselves alive? How did they raise young? For millions of decades she has watched humans build and destroy, succeed and fail, create and desecrate.

Humans are so simple. Almost as simple as those Gods.

She hated her own kind to start. First for creating those simple being, and second, for meddling where they are not wanted. Minerva, Shiva and Saa work the Goddess to her last nerve, almost as much as Basilisk. They had a special power to just dig under her pale skin, making her want to gouge out emerald irises.

Pushing coral locks out of her face, she watched as the pitiful sacks of meat interact. She watched over Japan today, one of the more advance societies that enthralled her. All the gadgets and what-to-call-its. Just how could the race of humans do all this over and over again was beyond her. Especially because nothing great comes from them anyway?

As she watched on, she recognized a face. It was that of Izanami, walking along side a dark haired woman and two boys. The woman would put Aphrodite out of commission; her beauty surpassed that of even hers. And she thought herself much fairer than the blonde deity. Her hair fell in dark waves, eyes the color of coal, skin pallid and blemish free. What a lovely sight.

The two boys, who must be twenty/twenty-two, walked behind Kushina, as Izanami was known on Earth. Both stood tall, six feet at least. One was blond, Ereshkigal knew him as Kushina's son, Naruto. Spikey hair, whiskered face, and eyes that put the daytime sun to shame, handsome. But not as graceful as the man next to him. As Naruto wildly gestured, animatedly recounting a memory, the dark haired one listened on, hands shoved uncaringly into his jean pockets.

Hair like midnight on the winter solstice, eyes endless pools of wonder, his skin a sheet of paper marked with black ink, coiling over rather large arms were un-descripted patterns of the ink.

Just how in the seven hells could a mortal look so... sinful? As a goddess of the other worlds she was never associated with good, but now? She wanted to associate herself with every single sin just to know who the boy was.

He just couldn't be mortal. No man was that perfect. He must take after that woman, his mother, she speculated. The way his shirt fit him a bit too tightly, maybe if he moved the correct way, it'd fall to shreds off his godly body.

Shaking herself, she called for her messenger. In Latin she spoke thus;

"Bring me the boys name."

"Yes your highness. Anything else?"

"Don't be seen. Izanami is with him."

"Yes, your grace."

She will know, she will learn his name, and he, hers. Even if she had to make him hers for all eternity, he will know.

Questions you may have: Why Latin? I haven't a clue, all right? I wanted a language not widely used now but was widely used before, Latin happened to be one of them, and I do not wanna create my own.

What is Sakura? A Mesopotamian Goddess of the "Other World" she has a husband but I decided only certain Deities are actually married to their rightful counterpart.

I made Minato and Kushina Gods because I have plans for Naruto.

Hashirama: Thor (Norse god of lightning)

Tobirama: Odin (Norse god of gods)

Tsunade: God (Christian)

Shizune (An angel)

Sakura: Ereshkigal (Mesopotamian goddess of the other world)

Oc's Alic (Hades) Ezraeil (Lucifer) Anaru (Whiro Māori god of death)

Orochimaru: Basilisk (European hybrid snake, kills in one glance)

Kakashi: Zeus (Greek god of gods and lightning)

Madara: Poseidon (Greek god of seas)

Moniato: Izanagi (Japanese god of gods)

Kushina: Izanami (Japanese goddess of gods)

Jiriya: Bas (Egyptian God of music, dance, and sexual pleasure)

Homura: Minerva (Roman goddess of wisdom)

Danzo: Shiva (Hindu god of war)

Koharu: Saa (Egyptian god of wisdom)

Gallû, underworld demon (Mesopotamian)