War of three

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"Not my doritos."

You think I had forgotten all you lovelies? Fool. 

              “ ………………… ”

A soft grunt came out of his mouth before drawing his sword.

Was that trees blocking the way the size of the beast itself? Yes. 

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He listened to the Goddess preach her gospel to him, the look of disgust crawled right onto his face as he stared up at her, she had every bit of that holier than thou look going about her, he started to wander round as she finished her speech, kicking rocks with his boots. It was always the same with them — if only they focused as much time and effort into their jobs as they did their speeches, all might be well, but that clearly wasn’t the case.

That he can vanquish them? Oh, Ardyn wished he had the power to kill a goddess, he was sure he could if he tried hard enough, but how much damage would that bring upon him? He may have been immortal, but he figured a god could damage him severely, gods were too immortal beings, they could take a beating.

“Not quite, although, vanquishing you? I would love to, but I care about my limbs honestly.”

 “You seek nothing but to arouse your own disgust , to remind yourself of why you fight. If that is finished, than leave. We have nothing to discuss.”

He had wandered into the presence of a Goddess, a Goddess of which he didn’t know, hadn’t heard of. Her skin was of a metallic grey, almost black, her eyes were like deep black pits, one could get lost in them, scantily dressed like many other Goddess he had seen before her. All that said, and done, she was quite the beautiful sight to behold, but being of the divinity, that was enough in itself to turn Ardyn away from admiring her in that sense. It would seem she’s heard of him, however. Fallen one, he had a pile of names given to him by the astrals, and others, that was only one of them.

“I seek nothing of the gods.” Spat out in much discontent, he hated the gods, he wouldn’t ask of their help any longer, only tear them down. “Your kind, when do you ever help? Your words, often false, only the sheep that follow you would want your useless help.”

“And the gods, have little else to do with their own makings, it would seem.” Soft is her voice, motherly, and compassionate, there is no attack on her person directly, and so she approaches with tactical motherly tones.

“Gods, perform miracles without acknowledgement , for a god needs not praise and adulation.” But what is praise and adulation but something that is precious to every god, that feeds their ego, allows them to grow further and further into this world. Encroach in it.

“Than why have you willingly encroach, upon my presence, as you hate us so. Surely do you believe, you can vanquished us?"