Yggdrasil
It was sad, really. To see such beings behaving in such humanistic ways. Didn't they have any idea how foolish they looked? The pensive figure repositioned her body on the small mound of odd-colored grass, leaning back on her hands whilst slender legs stretched before her. Light streamed down on her, revealing golden highlights in that chocolate brown hair and causing golden wings to glisten. Amber eyes were currently fixated on a group of gods and goddesses from rival agencies.
Because of the growing success of her missions, the Yggdrasil had recently received an upgrade. One creature's hard work had resulted in such an outbreak of happiness, that the idea had blossomed into a full-forced industry. Different agencies had been created to service different parts of the world. Gods and goddesses of all sort inhabited the once cold landscape of Yggdrasil.
The group she watched was the latest creation, Olympian Agency. If anything, they were more humans than gods. They reveled in surfeiting and drunkenness, taking new lovers every week. Nothing was taken seriously, and that was the thing that annoyed this goddess so. Didn't they know their purpose? Their reason for being? One's own happiness wasn't the issue, but the happiness of those they were sent to. Her nose wrinkled as her thoughts wandered.
Suddenly, she was broken out of her reveille. "BELLA! Hey Bella!" A body was thrown next to her, sprawling out a little to close to her legs. She shrank back slightly and looked to her visitor with wide eyes. Zeus? What would he want with her? He was their leader, their golden boy, the life of their every party. All golden skin and gleaming teeth. He looked at her expectantly with bold, sapphire eyes, as if waiting for her pleased reaction.
"Yes?" Her voice was carefully neutral, revealing no emotion whatsoever. She never socialized with the others. She was different, the First. The only one in her Agency, the favorite of the Almighty.
His face fell momentarily, as if he was disappointed. But immediately, the grin was back as he slung an arm companionably around her shoulders. "Are you coming tonight? Dionysus is throwing this killer party, and you must come with me."
"Must I?" Her shoulders shrugged him off, and she pulled herself up to her feet, rather anxious to be away from him. Such closeness made her nervous. She pretended not to notice the way his gaze wandered, lingering on more prominent body features. Crossing her arms over her chest, she studied her feet stoically.
He jumped noisily to his feet, only to slink around her body in order to plant himself before her. "What's your problem, Bella? I just want to have a little fun."
Her only response was slender shoulders shrugging up and down.
"I mean, from what I've heard, you used to be so.alive. I mean, you weren't the emotionless bi-I mean, the reserved person you are now. What's happened to you, Bell?"
At that, her head turned sharply to face him-golden eyes flashing. "You have no idea, do you? You blindly do the bidding of the Almighty, ignorant of the fact that you will never truly be happy. Your entire life will be empty, concerned only with making others joyful, while you just watch them fly by. You can be with as many women, or loose yourself in that infernal drink, or try to convince yourself different, but you'll always be empty."
His eyes narrowed angrily, all trace of interest and lust gone. "You would dare to defy the Almighty? Our Creator? Our life is good here, Bella. Why must you make things so difficult? We're immortal! We're powerful! By the goddess, we can change peoples' lives!"
"We must atone for their mistakes? It is their fa-" She was abruptly cut off by the arrival of two well-muscled archangels-attendants of the Almighty himself.
" My Goddess Bella, He requests your immediate presence." They glared at the now trembling Olympian, who was slowly backing away from the trio. Apparently, the mere idea of meeting their Maker face-to-face was terror inspiring enough. The only evidence the goddess gave of her own dread was the shaking of her hands, which was stopped by clasping them tightly together. She knew what He wanted.it was what He always wanted.
It was sad, really. To see such beings behaving in such humanistic ways. Didn't they have any idea how foolish they looked? The pensive figure repositioned her body on the small mound of odd-colored grass, leaning back on her hands whilst slender legs stretched before her. Light streamed down on her, revealing golden highlights in that chocolate brown hair and causing golden wings to glisten. Amber eyes were currently fixated on a group of gods and goddesses from rival agencies.
Because of the growing success of her missions, the Yggdrasil had recently received an upgrade. One creature's hard work had resulted in such an outbreak of happiness, that the idea had blossomed into a full-forced industry. Different agencies had been created to service different parts of the world. Gods and goddesses of all sort inhabited the once cold landscape of Yggdrasil.
The group she watched was the latest creation, Olympian Agency. If anything, they were more humans than gods. They reveled in surfeiting and drunkenness, taking new lovers every week. Nothing was taken seriously, and that was the thing that annoyed this goddess so. Didn't they know their purpose? Their reason for being? One's own happiness wasn't the issue, but the happiness of those they were sent to. Her nose wrinkled as her thoughts wandered.
Suddenly, she was broken out of her reveille. "BELLA! Hey Bella!" A body was thrown next to her, sprawling out a little to close to her legs. She shrank back slightly and looked to her visitor with wide eyes. Zeus? What would he want with her? He was their leader, their golden boy, the life of their every party. All golden skin and gleaming teeth. He looked at her expectantly with bold, sapphire eyes, as if waiting for her pleased reaction.
"Yes?" Her voice was carefully neutral, revealing no emotion whatsoever. She never socialized with the others. She was different, the First. The only one in her Agency, the favorite of the Almighty.
His face fell momentarily, as if he was disappointed. But immediately, the grin was back as he slung an arm companionably around her shoulders. "Are you coming tonight? Dionysus is throwing this killer party, and you must come with me."
"Must I?" Her shoulders shrugged him off, and she pulled herself up to her feet, rather anxious to be away from him. Such closeness made her nervous. She pretended not to notice the way his gaze wandered, lingering on more prominent body features. Crossing her arms over her chest, she studied her feet stoically.
He jumped noisily to his feet, only to slink around her body in order to plant himself before her. "What's your problem, Bella? I just want to have a little fun."
Her only response was slender shoulders shrugging up and down.
"I mean, from what I've heard, you used to be so.alive. I mean, you weren't the emotionless bi-I mean, the reserved person you are now. What's happened to you, Bell?"
At that, her head turned sharply to face him-golden eyes flashing. "You have no idea, do you? You blindly do the bidding of the Almighty, ignorant of the fact that you will never truly be happy. Your entire life will be empty, concerned only with making others joyful, while you just watch them fly by. You can be with as many women, or loose yourself in that infernal drink, or try to convince yourself different, but you'll always be empty."
His eyes narrowed angrily, all trace of interest and lust gone. "You would dare to defy the Almighty? Our Creator? Our life is good here, Bella. Why must you make things so difficult? We're immortal! We're powerful! By the goddess, we can change peoples' lives!"
"We must atone for their mistakes? It is their fa-" She was abruptly cut off by the arrival of two well-muscled archangels-attendants of the Almighty himself.
" My Goddess Bella, He requests your immediate presence." They glared at the now trembling Olympian, who was slowly backing away from the trio. Apparently, the mere idea of meeting their Maker face-to-face was terror inspiring enough. The only evidence the goddess gave of her own dread was the shaking of her hands, which was stopped by clasping them tightly together. She knew what He wanted.it was what He always wanted.
