Post by PJ on Apr 18, 2005 4:49:22 GMT -5
Here is the promised story of gods and men:
The Holy War
Part the First
“Why did you call this meeting, Dante? We are all rather busy, in case you hadn’t noticed.” The speaker was PJ, the god of destruction. He wore a black robe and a hood which partially obscured his face. What could be seen where his mouth and his eyes. His face was deathly pale. A large, sharp, silver sickle was leaning against his chair, which gave this particular god a rather eerie effect. Which was the plan, of course. He was talking to Dante, the god of the sun. Dante, too, was clad in black, but he wore a stylish black cloth jacket and a pair of black pants. He looked like a contemporary artist, or perhaps a very rich man who disliked wearing business suits. His hair was bright red, and rather long, which was a rare sight nowadays. What was even more rare was the fact that his hair was burning. Yes, it was burning. But the hair did not turn to ash, it kept burning, eternally. And just as the god of destruction seemed eerie, the god of the sun seemed awesome. He was the unofficial leader of the group, but his leadership was rarely needed. These days, the gods didn’t have much to do.
There where five of them, all gods. A tall, imposing woman with black hair sat beside another female goddess. She wore a pure white robe and was very beautiful. She was Antenora, the goddess of wisdom. “There is not much for us to do, nowadays. I cannot imagine what you wish to tell us,” she said in a clear, pure voice, which sounded like that of a choir angels. “Which is why we can afford to sit here and talk. PJ’s just being stupid, is all.” This voice belonged to a man who sat beside PJ. He wore a simple white t-shirt and some normal jeans. He had, it seems, decided to appear at this godly meeting as a normal civilian, rather than the eccentric (and awe inspiring) clothes the others wore. He sat, slumped, in the fancy business chair and looked rather bored. This particular god was Derik, the god of elements. “Hey, I still do quite a bit of work! Killing people isn’t exactly relaxing, you know!” Derik snorted. “What with the Angel of Death and the Grim Reaper doing your job, I can’t imagine what you do all day.”
PJ glared at Derik, and waved his arm. “That Grim Reaper stole my outfit! He’s a slacker anyways. I spend half my time making him do the work he’s supposed to do!” Derik gave a short laugh and leaned back on his chair. “I hear you spend most of your day cavorting around with that Egyptian goddess, PEE-JAY, so there’s no need to be so indignant.” PJ turned red, and with a flick of his hand, Derik’s chair tipped over and the god of elementals fell over backwards, his arms waving wildly. He hit the floor with a nasty thud, and growled. Derik, too, flicked his wrist, and a bolt of lightning hit PJ and his chair was flung backwards, where it struck the wall, with the god of destruction still in it. PJ brushed the dust off him and his chair rolled back to it’s former position, seemingly by it’s own power. The wall he had struck had a large crack in it. Derik picked himself up and sat down again. The two gods sent withering looks at each other and then acted as though nothing had happened.
“Do go on, Dante, I’m getting bored.” This, new voice came from the goddess sitting next to Antenora. She was clothed in a strange white gown, not unlike Antenora’s, which was overgrown with vines and leaves. She was Amber, the god of nature. Dante cleared his throat and continued. “As you probably know, we are unknown. Religions such as Buddhism, or the Muslems, or those darn Christians hold all the power. No one even knows who we are.” “So what are you suggesting, dear?” Antenora asked the god of the sun, who simply said “I was getting to that. We need people to worship us. So we need our own religions. A bible, some holy city, the works. The problem with such an undertaking is that it will either be crushed by the others and deemed a cult, or, if successful, will take very slowly to grow. So I suggest we hi-jack a religion.”
“What? How is that supposed to work?” Derik said, a look of confusion on his face. “What he means, idiot, is that we are going to take over an existing religion. But I’m rather curious as to how we are supposed to manage something like that, Dante.” PJ said. Derik glared at PJ and said “That’s what I was asking, too.” “Well, we must destroy the head of the religion, and then assume control. It shouldn’t be too hard, what with our godly powers. We can just appear, create a few miracles and tell the people that they had it all wrong, and that we are the real gods.” “So, what’s the plan?” Amber asked quietly. Dante grinned, a sight which made even the god of destruction shudder. “We raize the Vatican to the ground.” And for the rest of that evening, Dante’s well-thought plans where laid.
Tell me what you think!
I think the title is rather fitting, especially when you bring the ending in. You'll see.
The Holy War
Part the First
“Why did you call this meeting, Dante? We are all rather busy, in case you hadn’t noticed.” The speaker was PJ, the god of destruction. He wore a black robe and a hood which partially obscured his face. What could be seen where his mouth and his eyes. His face was deathly pale. A large, sharp, silver sickle was leaning against his chair, which gave this particular god a rather eerie effect. Which was the plan, of course. He was talking to Dante, the god of the sun. Dante, too, was clad in black, but he wore a stylish black cloth jacket and a pair of black pants. He looked like a contemporary artist, or perhaps a very rich man who disliked wearing business suits. His hair was bright red, and rather long, which was a rare sight nowadays. What was even more rare was the fact that his hair was burning. Yes, it was burning. But the hair did not turn to ash, it kept burning, eternally. And just as the god of destruction seemed eerie, the god of the sun seemed awesome. He was the unofficial leader of the group, but his leadership was rarely needed. These days, the gods didn’t have much to do.
There where five of them, all gods. A tall, imposing woman with black hair sat beside another female goddess. She wore a pure white robe and was very beautiful. She was Antenora, the goddess of wisdom. “There is not much for us to do, nowadays. I cannot imagine what you wish to tell us,” she said in a clear, pure voice, which sounded like that of a choir angels. “Which is why we can afford to sit here and talk. PJ’s just being stupid, is all.” This voice belonged to a man who sat beside PJ. He wore a simple white t-shirt and some normal jeans. He had, it seems, decided to appear at this godly meeting as a normal civilian, rather than the eccentric (and awe inspiring) clothes the others wore. He sat, slumped, in the fancy business chair and looked rather bored. This particular god was Derik, the god of elements. “Hey, I still do quite a bit of work! Killing people isn’t exactly relaxing, you know!” Derik snorted. “What with the Angel of Death and the Grim Reaper doing your job, I can’t imagine what you do all day.”
PJ glared at Derik, and waved his arm. “That Grim Reaper stole my outfit! He’s a slacker anyways. I spend half my time making him do the work he’s supposed to do!” Derik gave a short laugh and leaned back on his chair. “I hear you spend most of your day cavorting around with that Egyptian goddess, PEE-JAY, so there’s no need to be so indignant.” PJ turned red, and with a flick of his hand, Derik’s chair tipped over and the god of elementals fell over backwards, his arms waving wildly. He hit the floor with a nasty thud, and growled. Derik, too, flicked his wrist, and a bolt of lightning hit PJ and his chair was flung backwards, where it struck the wall, with the god of destruction still in it. PJ brushed the dust off him and his chair rolled back to it’s former position, seemingly by it’s own power. The wall he had struck had a large crack in it. Derik picked himself up and sat down again. The two gods sent withering looks at each other and then acted as though nothing had happened.
“Do go on, Dante, I’m getting bored.” This, new voice came from the goddess sitting next to Antenora. She was clothed in a strange white gown, not unlike Antenora’s, which was overgrown with vines and leaves. She was Amber, the god of nature. Dante cleared his throat and continued. “As you probably know, we are unknown. Religions such as Buddhism, or the Muslems, or those darn Christians hold all the power. No one even knows who we are.” “So what are you suggesting, dear?” Antenora asked the god of the sun, who simply said “I was getting to that. We need people to worship us. So we need our own religions. A bible, some holy city, the works. The problem with such an undertaking is that it will either be crushed by the others and deemed a cult, or, if successful, will take very slowly to grow. So I suggest we hi-jack a religion.”
“What? How is that supposed to work?” Derik said, a look of confusion on his face. “What he means, idiot, is that we are going to take over an existing religion. But I’m rather curious as to how we are supposed to manage something like that, Dante.” PJ said. Derik glared at PJ and said “That’s what I was asking, too.” “Well, we must destroy the head of the religion, and then assume control. It shouldn’t be too hard, what with our godly powers. We can just appear, create a few miracles and tell the people that they had it all wrong, and that we are the real gods.” “So, what’s the plan?” Amber asked quietly. Dante grinned, a sight which made even the god of destruction shudder. “We raize the Vatican to the ground.” And for the rest of that evening, Dante’s well-thought plans where laid.
Tell me what you think!
I think the title is rather fitting, especially when you bring the ending in. You'll see.
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