Page 82 of The Gods Veiling
As do my dreams of gods severing my soul.
Creed
11
Night brings with it a type of freedom and debauchery these gods would never let the sun see.
The shift from shameful to shameless is insane, and the Assembly is overflowing with alcohol from many realms. The finest of wines, ales, and liquors are only brought out on an occasion such as this. They chant how this was a Veiling blessed directly by the Beginning Gods.
More power released and more Valtrues completed.
Tonight, they bask in their ignorant bliss.
The music from the mouths of those under the domain of the Goddess of Sound barely conceals their moans. If that’s what the ungodly racket coming from them is called.
To my ears, it sounds more like oxids being butchered to death. I don’t know if they’re dancing or fucking, but their bodies move together like waves.
The Veiling celebration night isn’t the only time they let loose, but it’s the wildest. They, for some reason, believe the Beginning Gods and Valories turn a blind eye to what’s happening. All modesty and faithfulness go over the cliff.
Along with their fucking clothes.
Any other time, the Assembly would be treated with just as much reverence as anywhere else in the Godsdawn. Not tonight.
Under the stars and moon, they sully the soil.
I don’t give a fuck if it’s only a drop of sweat, but if someone’s bodily fluids land on me as I pass through here, I’ll suck the souls out of every one of them.
No sound comes from my steps as I make my way down the passageway in front of the Athenaeum. The moon shines on me through each arch I pass, but my all-black attire blends in with the darkness. Someone could pay close enough attention to notice it’s me, but they’re too preoccupied.
This is the last thing I’d considerfun.It’s fake, a waste of energy, and after tomorrow, everyone will go back to gunning for one another. The two going at it against the wall of the Athenaeum will try to kill each other in Court in a matter of days.
I guess a good hate fuck never killed anyone, but they’d be none the wiser if we were attacked right now.
Lucky for them, the beings we battle are stopped from stepping foot in here.
I take a right at the break from this building to the next and head into the true dead of night. The white stone path is illuminated by the moon, but I wouldn’t need its guidance to find where I’m going.
My chest pulls tight with each step, and I clench my fist even tighter. That’s the whole reason for this nightly trip. My entire sense of self is being consumed by another. It’s a damn battle to keep my power at bay.
The last few hours have been some of the most confusing in my existence. If I knew what the consequences were, I’d snatch the unwanted addition out of my chest.
Unfortunately, I don’t know what that’d do to her. I only know how agonizing it is for a god to live without their whole soul. I plan on finding out very soon, though.
I pass temple after temple until I finally reach the end of the path and cross into the undergrowth of dead vegetation. The gleaming green of the flourishing trees morphs into soot black gnarls and fog. The rapid change warns those that ventured this far, you better turn the fuck around now.
The temperature drops drastically the farther into the darkened forest I go. The chill seeps into my skin, and I shiver and sneer at the same time.
The Goddess of Nature and God of Creatures did a miraculous job making this place as disturbing as possible. The red eyes of the undead beast placed here and left to their own devices blink through the blackness.
My first night entering their new territory, I tore six of them apart with my bare hands when they attacked. It was a mercy I gave them after their creator cursed them to this type of reality.
Creatures with no realmly power should never be brought back from the dead and used as feral watchers. They have no sense of threat or innocence the way they do when they’re truly alive.
I destroyed their tarnished souls and delivered their mangled bodies to the God of Creatures’ front door.
They’ve never bothered me again.
The Goddess of Nature’s role in this was to make the forest as unappealing as possible. If you have to face getting torn apart or getting lost in a sea of black and deadly trees to make it to this temple, why in the realm risk that? Her creations are typically those of divine beauty, but here is a portrait of disownment.
