The Holy Emperor
How had it come to this?
Feeva wandered aimlessly through the halls of the Palace of the Gods. Once those halls had housed countless gods, the epicenter of all creation, from here the world was created and managed. Now, it was a husk. The gods had gone to war, leaving the halls barren.
Lord Karna Masta had gone off to Lizeria with scarcely a word. She understood that he was older than creation itself, so it was only natural that he'd be abrasive around others, she just wished after several millennia that he was a little more trusting of her.
Being that he'd left that scum Lucius in charge, she was left with very little to actually do. Perhaps a visit to her fellows was in order.
She navigated her way through the endless halls to the Supreme. She banged her fist against the pitch black doors, waiting patiently. After a moment or so they creaked open the slightest bit. To her surprise, in the usual place of Alpha, answering the door was the demon servant Mare. Her hair was disheveled, her face marred with a plethora of bright red markings, hells the demon looked like she'd been crying.
"Oh thank the heavens! You've come to take me away from her!"
"Uh, hello Mare, you seem a bit out of sorts, is everything alrigh-"
"PLEASE!" Mare cried, seizing Feeva by the neck of her dress, "I'll plead guilty to whatever charges you place on me, I'll admit to anything, I'm sorry I ever helped him!" Feeva frowned, trying to console the hysterical Mare.
"Easy Mare, easy! Relax! Who is 'him'?"
"I'm sorry Alpha!" Mare screamed, utterly terrified, "please come back! She's insane!"
"Oh Maaaare darling," Feeva heard Zevalhua call from within in a sing-song tone. "Don't think we're done here." Mare turned her head to Feeva, looking utterly helpless. She mouthed a silent, 'help me', when with a cry, she was suddenly pulled back inside, the door slamming shut behind her.
Alpha? Has he gone somewhere? Or was he taken… Feeva shook her head, dispelling the darker prospects that came to mind, no need to go accusing. She'd see how Zebra was holding up.
…
Feeva knocked on the tall silver doors leading to Cardes' new chambers. She kicked aside a handful of dried up, dead vines littered at the foot of the door. After several long moments there came a loud crash from within, accompanied by the sound of shattering porcelain. She turned to leave, not wishing to intrude, when the doors finally opened, a very haggard looking Zebra exiting. The demon had bags beneath his half-lidded, orange eyes. His more formal suit that he'd worn under Tora was exchanged for a ragged set of hooded robes that left his tattooed chest exposed.
"Ah mistress...er, Feeva. What do you require..er...want?"
"Just wanted to check in Zebra, see how you were holding up, well, without her." The demon sighed, running a hand through his now greasy, disheveled white hair. Feeva gave him a worried look, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"It's difficult, I'll admit. Mistress Tora had a way about her that I certainly don't possess. She was also actually able to handle Lord Cardes, I can't say the same of myself. He's taking it harder than I am actually, he's inconsolable!" He buried his face in his hands, taking a moment to collect himself.
"Wasn't he the one to banish Tora in the first place?"
"Yes indeed madam, you heard right. You could say that my lord regrets the decision, though his grief it appears stems more from the fact that he cannot find her now." Feeva frowned.
"Perhaps she's fled to the inner kingdoms for safety? The war is currently centered on the outer islands." Zebra shook his head.
"Nay, she's no longer in Grand Gaia, wherever she is, that's what has him so distraught, though he'll never admit to it." The remark was punctuated by another loud crash from within, making Zebra wince. "It would appear he's flipped the table again, I'll be spending the rest of the day cleaning that."
"No longer...how?" Zebra shrugged.
"She's simply vanished, we know not where or how, we only know that she was still in Lizeria. There are no known gates there either."
"Is that why Karna Masta left to go there?" Zebra nodded to her, brow furrowed as if this was old news.
"Indeed, from what he's divulged to Lord Cardes that's been relayed to me, he knows not what to expect, but he'd get to the bottom of it himself." Feeva kept herself from screaming as a very distinctive lack of a face came to mind. Vanished without a trace? Immediately after being banished? And Alpha as well?
"Well I'll look into it, rest assured, and I'll let you know of anything that I manage to find." Zebra began to bow, but stopped himself, scowling.
"Old habits eh? Anyway, you have my thanks Feeva, I'll see to it that Cardes doesn't tear the Palace down." She smiled.
"Thank you Zebra, I'll see about getting Kanon to come help you, provided he's not halfway here already." Zebra thanked her again, but another roar from Cardes sent him scurrying, slamming the gate shut behind him.
…
She cursed herself, she'd told Zebra she'd find Kanon almost on instinct, but he too had up and vanished, 'without a trace'. Just like Tora. Just like Alpha as well it seemed. She neared the Hall of the Creator with a heavy heart, hoping against hope that Maxwell had calmed down since last she'd come to see her.
She hadn't.
The pearlescent gates were still cracked open by the exact hand's breadth she'd opened it last time, just enough for her to squeeze in. She did so now, knocking gingerly as she did so, as she knew the creator wouldn't answer. She was taken back by the chamber's interior.
Maxwell had been cleaning.
The Creator was seated in her low, ornate throne, her gentle sobbing still filling the hall, as they had been for days now. But evidence of the bout that had supposedly occurred between Kanon and her had completely vanished, stones replaced, pillars re-erected, there wasn't even a single mote of dust. Feeva approached Maxwell as one would any sleeping beast, with careful steps and a gentle hand.
"Lady...Lady Maxwell?" The goddess continued her sobbing, making Feeva enormously uncomfortable. It felt like she was spying, listening in on an intensely personal moment, but at some point Maxwell needed to recover from this. "Lady Maxwell please." She placed a hand gently on Maxwell's shoulder, did the Creator actually need to eat that she suddenly felt so frail? The goddess jumped in her seat, startled, she looked at Feeva as if she'd sprung into existence before her very eyes.
"Oh goodness Feeva, don't startle me like that, please." Feeva knelt by Maxwell's side, placing a hand over her's, gazing into the goddess' golden, tear stained eyes. "Is there something that you need dear?" Feeva sighed, the compassion in the Creator's voice was palpable, loathe as she'd be to admit it, Maxwell needed company.
"My lady, you really should consider looking for a new disciple," Feeva felt Maxwell stiffen at the comment, as she'd expected, she continued unabated. "It won't do for your well being to just mourn, Kanon would want you to be happy. I'm sure there are dozens of gods that would be more than willing to pledge themselves to you my lady." Myself included given that Karna Masta just refuses to let me in. She almost said it out loud, but stopped herself.
"No." Maxwell shook her head, not hesitating even for a moment to consider it. Feeva slumped, burying her face into the sleeve of Creator as she blew out a hot breath. "I realise that you only want the best for me Feeva, and I'm delighted that you care so much, you're a sweetheart, but I can't take another disciple, not after Kanon. I could never bring myself to replace him."
"Don't think of it as replacement milady, you'll never simply forget him, you'll just be finding someone else to, you know," Feeva suggested, glancing about the spotless room nervously, "clean for you." Her golden eyes widened, then narrowed in cold rage.
"Kanon was not some janitor to be exchanged Feeva, it's…" she slouched in her throne, the anger leaving as quick as it had come, "he's more than that." Feeva's eyes darted around the room, she really didn't know how to handle the situation, she was no therapist. A bit awkward, she sat cross-legged by Maxwell's throne, leaving a comforting hand atop the goddess' own. Maxwell noticed, smiling softly as she sniffled, a few stray tears passing her defenses to stain her cheeks.
"He meant that much to you?" Maxwell nodded.
"Yes...Kanon was a stalwart companion Feeva, he may not have seemed like much to you, or anyone else, but he got me through each day sane." She smiled a wistful smile, then shot Feeva a sly look. "And you should've seen him before that armor, oh he was beautiful, with the kind of big, strong arms you could just fall asleep in. He never tried anything, but oh how I wish sometimes that he's just taken me and-"
"Lady Maxwell!" Feeva chided, utterly red-faced at the path the conversation had taken. Maxwell laughed, the first Feeva had heard from her in quite some time.
"Oh I apologize Feeva, oh look at you! You're so embarrassed! That's adorable. Ah but...I've just never had anyone that I can talk to like this, you must forgive me, I don't mean for you to feel so distressed." Now Maxwell placed a gentle hand on Feeva's arm, cooing softly as Feeva attempted to alleviate the burning in her cheeks. Her words clicked in Feeva's head once she'd calmed down, and the disciple had to do a double take. Maxwell tilted her head, worried. "Are you alright dear?"
"I'm your only female companionship here…" She stated flatly. Maxwell breathed a sigh of relief, chuckling as she nodded to Feeva. "I am so sorry my lady."
"Whatever for Feeva?"
"Because I'm your only female companionship." Maxwell laughed again.
"Oh don't be sorry for me dear, I've got eternity." Her smile dropped, a stern expression overtaking her. "I'm sorry Feeva, but I don't think I can ever let another disciple walk these halls in Kanon's stead. It's fine though, perchance this is a penance of sorts, for my inaction, just letting this all take place…" Her face dropped again, this time to one of anger. "Maybe….after all he's taken from me though…" She stared critically at Feeva, then seized the disciple by her arms, drawing her in close. "Feeva, for me, put a knife in him." Feeva frowned, confused.
"Who is this 'Him' everybody keeps referring to? What are you talking about my lady?" Maxwell's face twisted a bit, as if she was frightened, but she fought through it.
"I think you already know dear, you believed it and you just didn't want to say it." Feeva gaped.
Kanon, Tora, Alpha, she'd not even seen Tazer in the past days either. The disciples, next in line to godhood, just picked off. Gone without a trace. There was only one god with the power, the influence to keep Maxwell herself from directly saying it. Her hands balled into fists. The same god whom she shared discipleship with.
"Luc-" Maxwell held her hand out, her face a mask of grief, eyes darting around as if she herself were scared that the god might burst from the walls at any moment.
"Please, Feeva, leave me, do what you will with this. But if you go against him…"
"I'll kill him," Feeva assured. And Maxwell's face brimmed with emotion at her certainty. Filled with gratitude.
…
She'd abandoned all pretense now, breaking into a full run towards the Beast God's chambers. Her heart was pounding, Lucius would never have the gumption to go after her himself, but she had to make sure that Zurg was safe. She burst through the tall gates into the dense forest of Alfa Dilith's halls, and immediately she was almost run down by a horde of the mysterious elephants that roamed some of Grand Gaia's more obscure islands.
Dazed and confused, Feeva looked around, finding a plethora of the beasts, and all manner of others stomping around, an air of delight about all of them. In her wanderlust, she didn't even take notice of Zurg until she'd walked right into him, the hard wall of muscle not even budging against her.
"Lady Feeva," he addressed formally, in a far more somber tone than he'd normally use. He wasn't even wearing his usual formal attire, standing there bare, his muscular body gleaming in a primal light.
"Zurg!" Feeva leapt back to her feet, relief washing over her, "you're alright! And you're out of uniform….and you have a hole in your chest…" Zurg bowed his head, clearly not entirely used to his current situation either.
"Indeed, Lord Alfa Dilith wagered that it would seem intimidating, I feel very...exposed, but these are his wishes. How can I help you today?"
"Why exactly are all these...creatures, here?" Feeva asked, forgetting her task for a moment as a large, four legged beast bumped against her, its frame crackling with electricity, its hair a wild, unkempt mane that tickled Feeva as it passed. It's pure white eyes gleamed with joy as it made a strained, choking sound.
"Greetings two-legger!" It crackled happily, "today is a joyous occasion is it not? Finally, the scourge of the wild has been defeated!" With a grunt, the creature took off into a full trot into the trees, leaving Feeva a bit disoriented. She turned back towards Zurg, seeking an explanation.
"Ah yes, well Lord Alfa Dilith is celebrating you see, the self-proclaimed 'lord of the hunt' Tazer and his associate Quartz have both been dealt with, gone forever now. I can't quite say that I've ever seen my master so...ecstatic, that he'd allow so great a following into his home."
"Ah Feeva! Disciple of Karna Masta, come, come!" She heard Alfa Dilith's booming voice rang through the hall. She navigated the thick packs of animals along the way, Zurg following close behind as they approached the Beast God. Alfa Dilith's normal toga that he kept pinned around himself was forgone in favor of a rich green fabric that clung close to his form, which glistened with a thick layer of sweat, dampening the cloth and lending him the savage appearance that was his namesake. Despite that though, he looked invigorated, more alive than Feeva had ever seen him.
"Lord Alfa Dilith, a pleasure as always. You know, the others of the Ten are all quite out of sorts of late, secluding themselves... "
"And I can't fathom why!" Alfa Dilith responded, jovial, "do you not feel like the sky has just been brighter these past few days? The air fresher dear Feeva?" Feeva glanced over her shoulder at Zurg, who blew out his cheeks, recognizing the absurdity of his master's behavior.
"Well you see my lord, there's been some incidents. The disciples of the Ten have come under attack in the past few days, I came merely out of concern for Zurg. I suspect a traitor." The demon straightened at this, his face growing serious.
"You mean Lucius." It wasn't a question, Feeva gave Zurg a look of surprise.
"How did you-"
"I was there, he took Tazer away from me himself, he was extremely insistent, actually going to the lengths of inflicting bodily harm on me," Zurg held his arm out, displaying a bright red mark like a claw burnt deep into the flesh of his wrist. "It wasn't significant, but I couldn't very well go against my betters, but that one's been acting shadily for some time." Feeva's eyes lit up, her heart soaring a bit at her luck.
"So you yourself witnessed it!?" Zurg nodded. "Then I have evidence! Lord Karna Masta won't be able to deny it, his lieutenant is a wolf in our flock, he'll see the snake behind his flowery words at last! Zurg, would you be willing to accompany me, and speak before the Holy Emperor?" Zurg frowned, glancing anxiously between Feeva and Alfa Dilith, who merely chuckled his low chuckle, a sound like thunder in those halls, causing a number of animals to cry out and scatter.
"It's quite alright Zurg. In fact, why don't you take the day off? You deserve it, enjoy yourself, today is a day of festivities!" Zurg breathed a sigh of relief. It was quite clear he hadn't been overly enthused with his place of lingering around the creatures of Grand Gaia, or with dealing with Alfa Dilith in quite this state.
"You have my thanks my lord," he offered with a bow, quickly ushering Feeva towards the door, eager to escape.
…...
The doors leading into Karna Masta's chambers crashed inwards, unfolding into Feeva's crystalline obsidian serpents. With a wave of her hands the two immense beasts shot forward, ramming deep into the wall at the opposite end of the hall, their bodies forming a bridge up to the ball of golden light that was their link to the Holy Emperor when he was away. Both Feeva and Zurg beat a hasty dash across the to the light, coming to kneel before the sacred orb.
"Lord Karna Masta," Feeva intoned, a sense of urgency in her voice. The light shuddered for a moment, before slowly descending, coming face to face with them.
"Feeva, why do you call upon me?" Feeva felt a familiar twisting in her gut. He did not sound pleased.
"Lord Karna Masta, I have grave news. The Palace is in a dire state in your absence."
"Oh? Just what manner of difficulties have you incurred? Another tie-up among the council?" Feeva shook her head.
"Nay, worse. The disciples located within the Palace are disappearing systematically, vanishing from their masters' sides. My lord, I believe that a coup is taking place here, right under our noses."
"Is Lucius unharmed?" Karna Masta asked, his voice level, untroubled. Feeva's hands curled into fists, her nails biting into the flesh of her palms, but she kept her voice even.
"No, my lord," she replied through gritted teeth. "Actually, I've reason to believe that it is he who is behind it." The air hung still, silent for a full minute. That twisting in her guts felt like a hot knife.
"You know, Feeva dear, I do so very hope that you have evidence to this end, and are not flinging such wanton accusations at my lieutenant purely out of spite." Feeva bit her lip, drawing blood, but she stayed silent.
"No sir, I've spoken with each of the gods and their acting disciples. They were taken as Tora was, vanished without a trace, after instigated skirmishes with their masters. My Lord, only one god has such a power, and such influence to pit master against disciple, you know this!"
"Enough!" Karna Masta roared, the light turned a blood red as his tone suddenly turned furious. "These are mere speculations Feeva, this is a base accusation, befouled by greed and jealousy! This is low even for you Feeva."
"But she speaks the truth!" Zurg interjected. The light shifted from its blood red to a more passive blue.
"The disciple of Alfa Dilith? What brings you before me demon?" Zurg, his demon side showing, refused to cow down to the Holy Emperor, stepping closer to the light as if he sought to intimidate it.
"I myself bore witness to one such 'disappearance', Lucius himself came to ferry away Tazer, against the express wishes of Lord Alfa Dilith. He's behind it all my lord." Zurg bowed his head, awaiting Karna Masta's word.
"Really?" The Holy Emperor replied, his voice a low drone. "I'm to be convinced, by the word of a lowly demon, about an abduction of disciples, when his account speaks only of a lost disciple, whose god is lost to time?"
"My Lord! you must believe us!" Feeva pleaded, down on both knees now.
"You claim that my most trusted lieutenant seeks a coup, but to what end? He could just as easily usurp my throne without touching the others of the Ten, this miserable accusation lacks legs to stand on Feeva. So once again, bring me proof."
"Please, our accounts are genuine!" She insisted, her will already failing.
"I believe that they are, but they tell me nothing Feeva, a slave speaking on behalf of a rogue, give me something more substantial, and perhaps I'll consider allowing you to live, both of you." Zurg gulped, Feeva bared her teeth.
"Don't be foolish! What has Lucius ever done to deserve this kind of loyalty!?"
"And so it comes out, you've nothing left so you resort to petty slander." Feeva slumped, defeated. "Demon," Zurg perked up, "leave me at once, return to your master and count yourself lucky that I don't eradicate your entire race." Zurg bowed, his head hung low in shame as he turned to leave. He paused, looking at Feeva, eyes downcast.
"Rest assured Lady Feeva, if it takes me an eternity, I will be sure to let the world know of Lucius' actions here, he will fall, if it takes my life." Without another word, Zurg departed, leaving Feeva utterly alone, at the whim of the one she'd served eternally without question, but obviously cared not.
"And as for you, my disciple," the light rumbled, baring down on her. "Since I cannot be at the Palace myself, I shall leave you to the judgement of another." Feeva's heart dropped through the floor. "Lucius will be my champion."
"KARNA MASTA DON'T DO THIS!" She cried, slamming a fist into the back of the dragon beneath her feet.
"It's already done my dear." That dreaded voice rang out from the entrance to the room, the ball of light abruptly winking out of existence. Feeva's frame visibly trembled, hatred filling her.
Her dragons burst out from the wall, and with a great roar like grinding steel they attacked. Feeva landed with a flourish on the ground below, drawing her jagged obsidian blade. Lucius chuckled, unfazed by the attack. The dragons circled him for a moment, then leapt from either side of him, aiming to crush him between their two masses. With another sinister laugh, Lucius dropped through a gate that appeared beneath his feet. The dragons collided, spraying jagged chunks of obsidian into the air as they slumped, lifeless.
"What the?" Feeva screamed as a searing hot pain struck across her back, blasting her forward. She landed face-first on the ground, sliding into in a pile of razor sharp obsidian, several deep cuts opening across her arms and face. As soon as she'd slowed to a stop she was on her feet, whirling to face the faceless god.
"Poor little Feeva, not even trusted by the one she holds most dear. Little does the Emperor know that you were his last hope. Pity that." Feeva roared, charging at Lucius, who merely sidestepped her charge, opening a gate directly in her path. Before she knew it, Feeva was suddenly falling from the gate that had appeared on the ceiling. She reached out to one of the dormant dragons with her mind, and the beast responded instantly, rising to its full height for Feeva to land gingerly upon its head.
"Face me you coward god!" She demanded, aiming her sword towards Lucius.
"Spoken like a true warrior. And do you know Feeva, what the role of warriors is? They live to be the dogs that serve a higher power." A gate opened at Lucius' feet, he extended a long, slender hand out towards it. "Now kneel, dog." A ray of white light shot from his palms, Feeva barely heard the slight shudder as the companion gate appeared directly overhead. She jumped off her pet just in time as the ray struck its head. The beast shuddered, its surface began cracking, white hot light shining from the cracks before it finally exploded, catapulting smoking obsidian shrapnel everywhere.
Lucius lightly stepped around, avoiding the raining hellstone. Feeva kept sailing, the force of the blast rocketing her towards him. She landed directly in front of him, actually making him jump a bit in shock. With a triumphant grin she buried her blade deep into Lucius' chest, savoring every satisfying inch of flesh she felt give beneath the attack, up until she felt her hands meet those ridiculous rainbow feathers.
"Now, you tell me exactly what you mean by 'last hope', you spare any details, and I will end you." Lucius' body shuddered, trembling. Feeva grinned for a moment, thinking it was fear, but then she realized that he was laughing at her.
"Alright Feeva, you've earned that much. As we speak, there is a group approaching Karna Masta's position in Lizeria, with orders to kill him." Feeva stood there a moment, silent. Then it was her turn to laugh.
"Really? To kill the Holy Emperor? Only you would be fool enough to think that anybody could defeat him. You really think a plan like that would work?"
"Yes." The certainty in his voice, coupled with that incessant, irritating laughter, actually threw Feeva, for a moment she actually believed him.
"Fat chance Lucius, never before has a mortal been born that can lay low one of the Ten, let alone the Holy Emperor himself. And I know they're mortal, no god would ever be fool enough to agree to suicide." Lucius chuckled again, it was smug, like he knew better.
"No, but this one comes incredibly close. Besides, I only need Karna Masta weakened, and then I can merely seal him away. He's already good as gone Feeva, you're too late."
"You say that," Feeva snarled twisting her blade in Lucius' chest, "but you die here, by my hand." That laugh again, if he had a throat somewhere she'd tear it out of him.
"Oh my dear Feeva, poor, foolish child yet, you don't even realize, you've already lost. It takes more than a meager wound to kill me. And as for you, I do believe that it's time you join your companions." Feeva growled, the other disciples, she knew that was what he meant. "Gate." She cocked her head, confused.
"Gate?" Lucius' hands locked over Feeva's arms, holding her in place.
"Gate." All of the energy abruptly drained from Feeva's body, she couldn't even muster the energy to react, just stare as lights began shining in his hands, searing the flesh of Feeva's forearms. "Maybe you'll even be the one to triumph. You see Feeva, you all need power for something, the Creator's child that seeks to ease the burdens of his master, the fool who wishes to free his companion of his prison, the power hungry swordsman thirsting for supremacy, and the darling little rose, whose only wish now is to take out her fury. So, you'll need to kill each other, and the last standing shall be granted power beyond their comprehension as my right hand."
"I….will….destroy you." She swore, though her voice was but a weak whisper now.
"Oh I'm sure Feeva, but first you'll have to destroy your friends. And before that, you'll need to survive the fall." Fall?
Before Feeva could ask what he meant, her world exploded in pain. More searing white light lanced through her chest, a tremendous beam the size of her head. The power she'd lost and so much more rushed back into her, flooding her to overflowing. She was flying back, flying, feeling the power trying to preserve itself in a dying form. Her vision blurred as she flew back, flying, and suddenly it wasn't Karna Masta's throne room overhead, but a blood red sky, and silvery red clouds, and she was falling.
Lady Maxwell.
Tears brimmed in Feeva's eyes, obscuring her vision further.
Disciple pitted against disciple.
She went rigid, her body ready to move, for action.
Lord Karna Masta.
Her vision focused, rage building in her. Her hands balled into fists at her sides.
And Lucius, that smug troll, waiting for others to kill each other. that pitiful, arrogant, cowardly bastard!
And he was going to be God.
Feeva howled her white hot fury to heaven and earth for all to hear.
She slammed a fist down as she struck the earth impacting with such force that a crater formed, burying the very ground beneath her fist. The ground around her erupted in a massive, rippling wave of razor sharp obsidian that towered over her, fanning out like knives all across the wide crater, casting a looming shadow over herself.
A battle for godhood, well then, a worthy price…
"Ayyyyy Feeves." She lifted her head, brushing her ashen gray locks from her eyes. It was Tazer, casually strolling into the the ominous, deadly ring of obsidian while his hands twirled an oddly ornate staff between them, his usual friendly smile on his face. "Ya see Kanon? Lord of the Hunt, this guy, told ya I'd find her."
"Wha...Tazer?" Her voice was still a bit groggy, but compared to what it had been mere moments ago, it was thrumming with life. Looking behind the happy-go-lucky disciple she actually saw Kanon floating up behind. "What...what are you doing...Kanon as well?" Kanon bowed his head forward in greeting, then his eyes widened in shock.
"Lady Feeva, so good to see you again. You um...well...you appear to…" Kanon paused, lost for words, Feeva's eyebrows furrowed.
"Ya got a big ass hole in your chest Feeves!" Tazer exclaimed in his upbeat, casual tone. He waved the staff a few times at her, and the crystal at its center began to glow. Feeva felt an icy cold sensation pass over her, and felt it numb the pain in her chest, she glanced down to see smooth, taut skin where it had been a gaping hole, good as new. "Sorry, that just looked like it hurt like a bitch. Anyway, scale of one to ten, how hungry are you?" Feeva put a hand to her chin, her stomach had just been magically regenerated before her very eyes, she'd have to figure out what that was about later, so she was definitely famished.
"Hmm...I'd probably say an eight."
"GOOD!" Tazer thundered excitedly, "Because I just caught, the MOTHER of all big'ins! I call it, THE GRADE-A PLUS PREMIUM LOW FAT ORGANIC NO-GMO FREE-RANGE GLUTEN-FREE NOT YELLOW FELNEUS!" Kanon's sigh made Feeva's skull thrum.
"It's name is Eldora, Tazer, that creature is the very beast that devastated the old Ishgrian kingdoms of Estoria and Mildran, after going into a rage the likes of which-"
"So Feev," Tazer began, leaving Kanon to his rant," I like my name like, infinitely better than Kanon's, buuuut I guess it's for you to decide which one's best. But that's beside the point, for you, I am gonna make up some kick-ass steaks tonight, sound like a plan?" Feeva smiled, her stomach rumbling at the idea. Tazer's attitude was just infectious, it left her with a warmth in her chest, like despite the fact that she'd just essentially been exiled, she was more at home here than she'd ever been.
"I think that sounds lovely Tazer." Tazer seized her hand, all but dragging her off.
"SICK! Let's go! Camp's this way, Alpha's there too, not so sure about Tora though."
"-And that's why, out of respect to the old monarch Adel I believe we should release the creature...Tazer? Feeva?" Kanon whirled around in place to find the two other disciples already running off back towards their camp. He rushed after them, his mind casting enraged curses upon Tazer that both he and Feeva heard clearly, they broke out laughing as they ran.
A battle for godhood? Feeva thought to herself, I could never.
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Heeeeey Friends!
So I'm back to bring you all the story of Feeva! I loved writing this chapter, being able to picture how all the fallen gods reacted to the loss of their disciples and considering the relationship Feeva probably had with Lucius and Karna Masta. I hope you all enjoyed reading it, so please go ahead and leave a comment, give me some feedback on what you think of the story and my writing, your thoughts, and anything you'd like to see. I'll see you all next time for the beginning of the disciples and their time in Ishgria, where they'll encounter a...very special demon ;p Take care everyone, and have a great day!