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𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆,
❝—Strofí! I'm telling you, they're going to be my finest creation yet!❞ A silver hair god chirped, holding a clipboard with a checklist clipped to it, work tools and oil-like liquid were everywhere in the room.
❝Yeah, right. Trust you?❞ A raven-coloured hair god spat out, crossing his arms and shaking their head. ❝NO THANKS! I'd rather be killed by Nyx, herself!❞ He huffed in annoyance.
❝Awh! But c'mon, Strofí~❞ The first voice said, poking the second one's cheeks and squishing it. ❝It'll be the best of the best, I promise!❞ The 'Black' one smacked him out of spite and then angrily said, ❝Oh, fuck off. Your so-called 'finest creation' is about to wake up.❞
❝Oya, oya? Let me take a closer look.❞ The 'Silver' God chirped again, walking closer to a bed that seems to be occupied by some sort of humanoid creature. ❝Are they going to wake up, now?❞
