Little Devil's Don't Fly

Chapter 12

The cherub, feeling inspired, piped up with an idea of its own. "What if we could use the knowledge of the gods to create a weapon that would be powerful enough to destroy the forces of chaos once and for all?" it suggested, its eyes shining with excitement. Seraphina considered this for a moment before nodding in agreement. "It is a bold plan," she said, her voice full of respect, "but one that we must consider carefully. We must not underestimate the power of the forces we are up against."

Mila felt a surge of determination at their allies' words. "Then let us begin," she said firmly. "We have much work to do if we are to stand any chance against the darkness that threatens our world." With renewed purpose, they set about gathering the necessary materials and preparing for the long, arduous task that lay ahead.

As they worked side by side, they began to learn more about each other and their individual roles within the pantheon. Seraphina had been tasked with guarding the library and protecting its secrets, while the cherub had been assigned to study the ancient texts and glean insights from them. Together, their skills and knowledge formed a formidable team.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months as they labored tirelessly in the library. Their hands grew callused from handling the ancient scrolls and tomes, their eyes strained from poring over arcane symbols and ancient languages. But they refused to give up, driven by their shared goal of restoring balance to the world.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of work, they had completed their task. They stood before a massive tome, its cover fashioned from the finest gold and inlaid with precious gems. Within its pages lay the knowledge they had gained from their studies, as well as the ritual they had created to summon the gods themselves.

With trembling hands, they opened the book to the first page, their breath catching in their throats as they read the words written there. "In the name of the gods, we summon thee," they recited in unison, their voices echoing through the library. "We beseech thee to hear our plea and aid us in our time of need." As they continued to read, the air around them seemed to shimmer and shudder, and a brilliant light filled the room.

Slowly, the figure of a god materialized before them, his or her ethereal form glowing with an otherworldly radiance. The god's eyes were like burning embers, fixing them with an intense gaze. "Who are you," the god rumbled, its voice deep and powerful, "that you would dare disturb the peace of the heavens?"

Seraphina stepped forward, her wings spread wide as she bowed her head in deference. "We are servants of the pantheon," she said, her voice steady despite her fear. "We have come to ask for your aid in the battle against chaos." The god considered her words for a moment, and then turned its attention to Mila and the cherub. "And what part do you play in this struggle?" it asked, its gaze never leaving them.