Getting Wattpad to keep the cover art is more painful than looking in the mirror
Anyway, this is a rp styled story that I plan on writing, with my own twists and turns every now and then. If you had even the slightest enjoyment of reading this, tha...
Was thinking of rewriting this book tbh, that's why it took so long for me to make a new chapter
But also want to write other projects as well
Aaaaaanyway, to clear stuff up: when Chaos went up into the cosmos in the last chapter, I should've added a flashback to it, since looking back I should've had it that it took place several thousand years ago
With that out of the way, enjoy this new chapter
Before Round 3 of the Ragnarök
???: (it's another day of the same routine...)
A frail child sat inside of a temple's balcony, covered in a black blanket as a rootlike pattern pockmarked his forearms. He looked like an almost exact replica of the father, but thinner... and weaker. He was a God, yes, but compared to the likes of the weakest Gods of each pantheon, he might as well just be a mortal
His glory days were long past him, and he could only thank his oldest brother for it even being able to happen. He then looked up at a portrait on the wall, the duality of life and death being the main focus. Chaos being on the right side, with the Valkyrie known as Hrist... bad bitch. And on the left side was Tartarus, the being of Death alongside the Egyptian, Jackal headed God Anubis...
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Yes I know this Anubis design is outdated but when I drew this he wasn't revealed
???: (so... am I to expect another visitor to this temple? I swear if it's that stupid witch again, I'm going to hope her whole family gets messed up)
In truth, it gets rather lonely in the temple at times. But occasionally a visitor would come, and it would either be a brother or sister, hell maybe a God or Goddess he trusted. But sometimes there would be those who try and force themselves in, to gain something that the Hearth of Olympus needed; kindling
The Hearth of Olympus cannot die out, but on occasion it required contribution from any God or Goddess with fire abilities. The more who donate, the more powerful the flame and therefore the more light the world has. Of course... not everyone wished to contribute
"Father... why is it that you don't help the Gods?"
"Oh please~ What have the Gods ever done for me? Now, take care of yourself first, and I'll get Eris to be on watching duty for those blonde idiots"
The child sighed as he adjusted his seating position, getting the blanket loosened around him in case he needed to get up. That's when the door to the temple creaked open, and the visitor walked inside wearing full battle armor and wielding a whip with a club at the end
???: Cratus... what brings you here?
Cratus scowled as he was immediately turned off by the peaceful scenery, a variety of flowers blooming as embers from torches danced gently around the air. Enough to make a Violence seeking God sick. What was with these cosmic portraits, and why was there a pathetic child sitting on that shiny balcony?
