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It took them several minutes to realise the cheapness of the world.
The bright plants resembled plastic.
The food was just shiny.
The water looked nice but that was it, there was no sea life to speak off underneath.
It could easily have been dressed up tap water.
Both of them were in their supervisors office within an hour.
"What is it?" She said
"Penge-sama." Tulip started off respectful.
"Why is everything so fake?" Said Miguel, butting in.
Tulio gave him a look but he was a blunt guy.
"We're meant to be god's." Said Miguel. "The very image of perfection, and yet..this world is so plastic. If we went to the mortal realm, it would be so much better"
However, she answered them despite the outburst and said. "The reason why this world is like this is because this is what we get with what little followers we have"
"What?" Said Tulio.
"In the god realm, not all god's are equal" she said. "At the very top is the god where mortal go when their a good person. Second is the god in charge of the underworld. There are god's that have various international holidays named after them where they become top dog for one entire day. Than there are the gods who get small holidays named after them. Us? We're just above the gods who are created just because somebody wants to feel superior to everybody else"
Both of them were stunned.
"If you want better living arrangement, you need more people to believe in you" she said. "But dont do it in a way that angers another god, we are all weak by god standards, even me." before she said with a sharky grin. "Well I plan on fixing that"
"Now, get out" she said, and suddenly both of them found themselves at the bottom of the holy steps.
"Well, that was something" said Miguel. "We might as well go to the mortal world and Chum it up with the village in the middle of nowhere"
"Wait a minute" said Tulio as he thought. "There is a way to fix this without angering somebody much stronger"
"I'm all ears" said Miguel.
"People pray when their in a real bad situation, right?" said Tulio. "Terrible things are happening all the time in the mortal realm. Before anybody starts praying to a god to save them. Boom. We sweep in and save the day"
"That's genius but aren't we wanted though?" Said Miguel.
"That's why we appear as Nobel's" said Tulio. "The law is looking for Con man who have never worn anything fine in their lives. People will look the other way if you show them you have wealth. Mortals are like that. Money decides everything for them. I was once willing to jump over a cliff for it."
Of course they as immortals that did not care for the stuff now but the mortals allowed it to rule them.
"I get it. A trip to where people are suffering and we create faith." said Miguel.
"We should probably split up, than" said Tulio. "It's a bit awkward with both of us travelling together. When we're finished, we'll come back. But first we need approval to go to the Mortal world from our Supervisor. It's going to be such a pain if were not registered"
If he was another god, he would liked to know what immortals he was dealing with in the mortal world that could effect him.
Both of them went up the steps again and knocked, they heard a sigh before they heard.
"Your approved to go to the mortal world. Now go away" she said.
Both of them turned around.
"Having a god as a supervisor does have its advantages" said Miguel.
And than both of them crossed over to the mortal realm.
#Mortal Realm#
Tulio was right.
As long as the world was awful for most people, gods will be needed.
Miguel entered a bar in a fine robe only to be stunned to see hardly anybody was there.
Wasn't this the place of food and alchole?
He sat down and the waiter appeared before him in a flash.
"Hello, you must be from out of town. What can I get for you?" Said the waiter, eyeing the rings he could through the fine cloak.
"Give me some broth, some meat and some wine" he said, putting a small sack of money on the table.
Seeing this, the man lept it up and said. "Right away Sir."
Miguel looked at the price board and was slightly taken back by how expensive everything was.
He had only come from Spain but even he knew the world must have gone mad if a single loaf of bread was 13 slivers.
He waited to see if more people came in through the door.
Nobody arrived when his food was presented to him.
Miguel said. "Can I ask what's going on? I've never been to a bar where even the alcholics won't step into"
The man paused before saying. "It's the draught. Not a good harvest this year. Food prices skyrocketed and a lot of people are starving and even eating the dust from the floors. I and my family got lucky since we have stock because of my business. But with the low amount of costumers streaming in, were struggling to find a way to keep paying our suppliers. Eventually we'll starve too but we do hand out the little we can afford to the local residence at the end of each week."
"That terrible. Have you tried praying to some water god or something?" Said Miguel.
"That nonsense?" Said the man. "We're practically people. Plants aren't suddenly going to come back to life just because you prayed for it. Even if rain came now, it will only provide water for us to live for a few more day. The whole river needs to come back"
"Is that so..." said Miguel.
The man than said. "Anyway, don't feel bad for us. We cant be the only people, who are starving. It's just how the world works."
"Well, faith goes a long way" said Miguel. "By the way my name is Miguel"
The man felt a draft of wind behind him and he turned around to see, but what he saw next had him shocked and struggling to believe his eyes.
Sacks.
Sacks of god filled his entire counter.
And how did he knew it was gold?
Some of them were over flowing.
Not only was it enough for him to pay his suppliers but he could close shop and retire fabulously.
The man with the cloak and rings was nowhere to be seen.
His mouth hung up, not quiet believing his eyes before he yelled. "ESTBON!"
Did he just encounter something supernatural just now?
#Miguel#
Miguel walk into the town square carrying a beautiful guitar, his senses were assaulted by unwashed people, people using the streets as their own toilet and how many dangelously skinny People there where.
His appearence brought attention, a stranger with a expensive robe, rings and a guitar, may fetch them enough to let them eat for a week.
Miguel found himself being followed, but he marely just turned the corner and dissappeared to his stalkers confusion.
Miguel went to another part of the town and saw a batch of grass was yellowed and dried up.
He sat on it and took out of his guitar.
However he heard.
"Have you come to mock us? Have you come to play us our death tune?" Said a thin old woman. "If you truly want to help, sell your items and buy us food with the money and share it with us. If I wasn't so weak, I would be throwing a chair at you. How dare you come here!"
Her words were agreed on by everybody around her.
Had he come to mock them for their situation?
If they had the food to make the journey out, they would have done so already.
However Miguel was not deterred, he didn't cave into the hatred he could see.
He began to play the song, he had taught the El Dorado people, the only people who truly appreciated his playing.
However as an immortal now, it took on a life of his own and his fingers moved like a true master and the music seemed to travel everywhere.
Even the people out in the field in hopes of finding something, could hear the sound of a guitar playing.
And than it happened.
A light began to spread from his feet and spread, everybody who angry, mouths transformed into shock when they saw the light and it spread, the area that the light left was brought back to life, not only that but the buds that had dried up bloomed.
This power spread through the whole land, the starving people and those bidding their time to join them could only stare with wide eyes.
The dusty and wairly plane transformed into a tropical paradise.
The farmers came to look and saw their crops being brought back to life before their very eyes under the cords of a guitar being played.
But even through the crops came back, he didn't stop playing, suddenly the clear skies began to get dark as dark clouds formed.
Bread began to rain down from the sky and water.
Somehow the water and the bread never clashed and the water was directed into dry river and canals below.
Not only that, those who saw food, attacked it and found it was the best bread they had ever tasted.
What was happening was nothing short of a miracle.
He finished his song two minutes and the sky cleared up but the effect on the land was still there.
Miguwl had single handled turned a severer faminine into a great havest and he was well aware, everybody was silent and looking at him with wide eyes and open jaws.
Was he some kind of entity or a magic man?
Miguel than began to strum a happy tune as he got up, and than he began to dance and strum his way, with each step the grass seemed to bloom in that small area.
He went to the poorest looking place and sang, about finding some happiness in something and how there is always hope in the world.
He got kids to join in after he had given them apples that he made from nothing.
He eventually got to a fountain that now was filled with water.
He sat down and ended his song.
Silence.
A whole crowd had gathered around him now.
He than took off his cloak and said. "My name is Miguel. Subnornate to the god, Penge-sama. Nice to meet you all, Mortals" he bowed like he was an actor on stage. "Now good bye"
He dissappeared before their very eyes but Miguel was smart.
He left his god like guitar behind.
It transformed from a normal guitar to one of gold and precious gems before countless eyes, it was enveloped in a strange light and just stood there on the rim.
The sole proof of the legend.
Suddenly all the people near by got on their knees and began to worship the guitar.
"GOD!"
"A GOD HAS COME TO SAVE US!"
"GODS ARE REAL!"
"ALL HAIL PENGE-SAMA!"
Even the hard core none believers had no choice but to believe.
"Nobody touch the instrument." Said the town chief." Our village has been blessed by a god. With this instrument, we no longer need to feel hunger because our crops have been revived. Who knows what diaster will befall us if we do not take care of it? Today let their be a holiday, where we give thanks to our God Penge-sama for sending the subnominate Miguel to us!"
And they all cheered, agreeing.
In a few years this place would become a legend, a place where the havest was so much that the people never starve, the story behind it will attract thieves but the guitar will never go missing for long.
One way or another, it always came back.
But that was years from now.
#God Realm#
Penge watched as her desk turned from uncomfortable looking wood to finally crafted wood and there was a few extra things of luxury added to her office.
She felt a new source of power flow into her, along with images of new believers that Miguel made.
Than she turned to Tulio.
For two con man, they both work fast.
And scene!