The winning chapter?
Dave: Listen to the story

Dave looks down at John, who now lay curled in upon himself pressing the sunglasses painfully tight into his face to try to block out the light, whimpering. "I won't listen to a story about my best bro when he can't hear it."

Disciple presses her head against Dave's hand and looks up at him with bright hopeful eyes. "You could always give him the sight." She rubs her head against his hand trying way too hard to get him to pet her.

Dave rolls his eyes an pats the cat-god-girl-thing on the head. "If I knew how to give him the sight don't you think I would have done so years ago? He thinks I'm insane."

Disciple slaps herself on the forehead and sighs in a complete over exaggerated way. "I just TOLD you how to give him sight. Did you even LISTEN to my story Mr. Strider?" Gosh! You're just like your dad! He never listened to me either! Gods of a feather flock together I guess. Like a murder of crows!"

"Right..." Dave rolls his eyes. "Bro. But, he's not here."

"Actually Dave." Dolarosa smiles sweetly from her pile of bug creatures that continue to pile up on her lap chirping and clicking for her attention. "He's been here since the beginning of the story."

Dave turns wide eyes to the goddess who's sweet smile gets sickeningly sweeter before turning to glance at the door. Dave follows her eyes his wide red eyes connecting with solid amber ones. Bro stands silently in the doorway, clutching his sword tightly in his left hand. His hat is gone so the knife-blade like horns point out at a diagonal from his crown. He looks away nervously rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. "The goddess of gossip tracked me down to tell me that if I don't get my trash out of her world she'd dispose of it herself... I didn't expect to come in during story-time. Especially stories you don't need to know."

Disciple hisses an sticks her tongue out at bro, pushing her head up into Dave's hand again. "Everyone should know where they came from. Even if the story is sad."

John tugs on Dave's pant leg turning to look up at him pitifully. "I want to go home. Dave. Take me home. Please take me home."

Dave sighs and kneels down. He carefully pulls John up into a sitting position. "Do you want to be able to see the things I see John?"

John whines. "I just want the brightness and pain to go away!"

Bro walks over and kneels down beside Dave. With a press of power he becomes visible to John who squeaks and falls backwards in shock of the oldest strider appearing out of thin air in front of him. Bro grabs the front of John's shirt and pulls him back up nearly touching noses. "Do you want to see them John?"

John gulps and glances over at Dave who just nods slowly. "Yes. I want to see them."

"No matter what the consequences?" Bro tightens his grip on John's shirt and narrows his eyes.

John nods again. A determined set to his face. "Yes! If Dave can do it then so can I!"

Bro glances over at Dave before shrugging. He turns back to facing John and yanks him forward. Their lips meet in a hard smack blue eyes widening in shock. John squeaks and tries to push away but Bro simply presses on using the opportunity of the squeak to force the younger boy's mouth open and force his tongue inside. Dave's nose wrinkles in disgust and he turns his head to stare at Disciple instead.

Disciple lounges on the couch, head in her hands, tail twitching behind her as she watches. Wide bright green eyes sparkle with excitement as John gives up fighting closing his eyes and just accepts the kiss in defeat. "This really is the purrfect ship!" she giggles.

Dave gags. "Ew! Seriously? Don't pair my best bro with my brother! That's creepy! And gross! And just plain WRONG!"

Bro finally pulls away with a smirk as he looks at John's after-kiss flushed face. He actually was pretty cute, no wonder Dave pined after him for so long... It's a shame he's straight. Bro slowly lets go of John's shirt and straightens it. "You can open your eyes now John."

John slowly opens his eyes. Blinking in disbelief at the darkness around him. He pulls off Dave's sunglasses. Disciple grabs his glasses from the table beside the couch and dangles them in front of him. He puts them on and stares into Bro's solid amber eyes. He reaches up slowly and pokes at the horn on the side of Bro's head. His finger pricking on the sharp edge and blood welling up at the cut. "Why are your eyes solid?"

"A god's eyes go solid when they loose control! In fear, anger, excitement... sexual excitement." Disciple chimes in. Dave and John both choke on air and glare at her.

Dave pushes his shades back onto his face and sighs. "Okay. Let's all hear your story."

Disciple squeals with glee and bounces up to sit properly on the couch. "This is a good story too! Not as good as the god of love! But still good!"

John sticks his bleeding finger in his mouth and moves to take in more of the room then just the older strider. He stops to stare at Disciple following the movement of her tail as it twitches beside her on the couch. Disciple grins and waves down at John. "Well then! 19 years ago some of the gods decided enough was enough. SO they began a rebellion against the queen. Banning together they stormed her castle. The queen, being the goddess of power, easily overtook the small group of brave gods. Pulling the power of a god of Death she aimed to end the revolution permanently. And set an example for anyone else who thought to stand against her.

"As the power cracked through the air two members of the revolt, best friends the gods of flight and transportation worked quickly to get them out of the line of fire. Upon seeing the roll of the dice and knowing they weren't going to escape the god of flight grabbed his long-time mate, the goddess of luck, and kissed her hard. Then flew head on into the shot of power, absorbing it into himself.

"The goddess of luck screamed and ran to her love's side. Reaching to grab hold of her quickly disintegrating mate. Her own arm took on the curse of death that coursed through his body and began to decay at a rapid rate. Spreading up her neck and to her face. The god of transportation grabbed the unlucky goddess and using his powers teleported her away from the scene. Something in the teleportation process caused the curse of Death to stop spreading in the goddess's body. Leaving her bloody and half blind with only one arm, and no one to love.

"The goddess refused treatment. Begging the others to let her die so she could be with her love. Unable to take the sight of the once over confident goddess of luck trying again and again to kill herself the god of creation made a deal with her. If she took healing treatment and continued to live the life her mate sacrificed himself for, then he would bring him back to life.

"The goddess agreed without even taking a moment to think. So the god of creation walked out of the cave they'd stationed themselves in. He carefully went back into the queen's palace and grabbed what little remains he could of the god of flight. But, before he could escape the palace he was spotted by a guard. Knowing he had to keep his promise, for the good of the revolution, and for his unrequited love for the goddess of luck he used his powers on the remains as quickly as he could. Re-creating the god of flight into the boy of a human boy." Disciple opens her eyes to smile fondly down at John. "That boy was found by a loving human man, and named John."

John stared silently up at her. His mind in complete overload. His finger still in his mouth even though the bleeding stopped a quarter of the way through the story. Bro rolls his eyes, now returned to normal, and pulls John's finger out of his mouth unable to take the sight anymore. "What happened to the god of creation?"

Dolarosa speaks softly from her pile of grublings. "He now lives in the palace, his mind completely under the power of the god of control. Along with my son and his friend who went in to try and save him."

Dave pokes at one of the teal grublings that wandered away from Dolarosa. "So you guys are the ones that started the revolution then?"

A sad smile spreads across Dolarosa's face. "Yes, and we need your help to finish it."

Next chapter?
Dave: Agree to help

Bro: Take the boys home to think about it