Sorry but this ain't a chapter, just a short filler about The Gods. This will be the first of a set of shorter filler chapters.
How to be a bad Dad
The first to come into existence was Emroy, the god of the darkness. He was soon joined by Zufmuut, god of light and order; Hardy, goddess of the underworld; and Wareharun, the goddess of earth and the wilderness. Together they were called the Big Four, and most of the later gods are either their children or disciples.
But how did the children happen?
Well, trap two guys and two girls together for an eternity with nothing to do, and what would they do?
They make cute little babies.
Naturally, the gothic duo, Emroy and Hardy became smitten with each other almost instantly. They married and gave birth to Palapon, the god of revenge. Quite fitting for the son of darkness and the underworld.
Palapon was the very embodiment of fear. Imagine taking Ares, Hades, and Thanatos and mixing them together. That's him. Even his parents were a wee bit scared of him, since he was the god of revenge, and the gods tend to piss off ALOT of people.
"No, Emmy, I will not be taking him with me to the underworld. YOU keep him," Hardy would say, pushing an infant Palapon into her husband's hands.
"But Hardy, he's YOUR child," whined Emroy.
"Nuh-uh," Hardy corrected him. "OUR child."
Emroy blinked. "But you gave birth to him!"
"And just who made me pregnant?" Hardy asked, pouting.
(A small lesson here readers, always remember to use a condom, even if ur a god.)
Emroy backed down. He couldn't argue with that logic, and Hardy look so freaking sexy today! He'll just hide Palapon in some dank corner of the house and pretend he never had a kid.
"Alright, I get your point. I'll find some nanny for him. Maybe give him the power over the darkness of the mind? And you should spare him some blessing, so he remembers who his parents are."
"Yeah sure, maybe the Fields of Infidel? The place where all the backstabber, traitors, and cowards go after death," Hardy replied without a thought, rummaging for something in her bedside drawer.
"Aha!" She cried triumphantly as she pulled a string of beads out. "What are you waiting for, Emmy? Get on the bed."
Emroy licked his lips. Chucking his son behind him, he dived on the goddess lying provocatively on the bed. "I'm gonna make you scream so loud they hear you up in the overworld!"
No one heard the soft crying of a baby god hidden beneath the moaning and gruntings.
So would you still blame Palapon for being the tarragon, selfish and gloomy prick he is now?
Once again, this is a non-canon story. Pretty much all of these are made up, with a little bit of reference from the Greek deities. Did Emroy and Hardy actually marry each other? Were some of the gods born from other gods? Was Hardy sexy af?
I don't know. But in my story they are.