Reos 1

I’m not the first to wake up… well, it doesn’t matter. Seems that the ones that were earlier than me just started hitting each other for reasons beyond me. At least now I know some of those that are quick to violence, better to keep an eye on the individuals that might bring chaos. Especially that tall blue woman, she seems to be happy to be hit as long as she can hit back with all her might, I have to keep an eye on her.

As I’m taking in my surroundings one of those I had thought of as a brute approached me, in a surprisingly respectful manner. I guess I shouldn't be so quick to judge, we all share in the same divine essence after all. The charming brute presents himself as Baal, a storm god just as me. Although I don't think I would lose in a fight, he looks like someone I would prefer to have on my side. 

When my maker appears I can sense how great she is, it only makes sense it was her that made me. Yes, she is great, the greatest I know including the other two god kings, and yet … I feel that status is not impossible for me to achieve. It might be my lack of experience talking, but I think getting that much power is within my hands. She made me with a mind full of knowledge and since that  knowledge led me to that conclusion it must mean that it should be possible.

She interrupts my line of thought and opens a portal. Knowing the order of things I assume this is going to take us before the other God Kings so we can declare our loyalty. I have to set an example so I make sure to be the first to pass through.

I see them and I can’t believe it… they are just strong brutes. They lack the aura of royalty my maker has, I feel nothing but dread and aggression coming from them, they only look like powerful monsters to me. Monsters that intimidate me most certainly, but base monsters non the less. For now I’ll play along and bow, but my loyalty lies elsewhere. Well, I intended to bow as etiquette demands it, but instead I felt dread filling my body, like my soul was being dragged out of my body. Meanwhile, my body kneeled without my awareness, my forehead hard against the floor.

How humiliating, being forced to kneel down despite me ordering my OWN body not to. I have no problem showing respect to those greater than me, but only if that is my decision. This right now is ME being treated like a puppet. This is them sending me the message that my body isn't my own, that I'm nothing but a tool. But I’m not! I'm a GOD, they might have a higher title than me, but we are of the same kind. A god deserves a minimum of respect, or is it that the sea is more important than the water that fills it. Of course not! Despite the ocean sounding impressive it would be literally nothing without the water! I'll make the 2 God Kings before me regret disrespecting me like this. 

Eventually I notice my body starting to obbey me, if only for short moments. I feel myself shaking, slowly breaking the chains on my mind that prevent me from moving. But as I celebrate this victory of independence, the titanic gods before me seem to not share my happiness. With my head still looking down, I hear a deep male voice say "Sun, it seems your creations are defective from the very start". Behind me I hear the regal female voice of my maker saying in a disappointed voice "I apologize, my dear siblings. Creating life proved more challenging than I expected. It isn't an excuse but at least it seems it is only this one that behaves all rebellious". Then, I felt myself being lifted high from the ground by a great hand from behind. As I'm being lifted, the sun goddess says "Here I bring you myself the problematic one. Mark him with your sign so his flesh cannot act in your presence without your approval".

As I'm being lifted I was able to look at the room we just entered in more detail. There is no roof, just the infinite night sky decorated by the gems we call stars, with each of those tiny stars providing a spec of light which together illuminates the room. While being moved I see the light of the stars reflecting on the shiny black marble table that I was stepping on just a moment ago. All this beauty and esplendor, one day I’ll get to have all of this for myself. 

Soon, I find myself face to face with the earth goddess. Initially she looks at me with disgust, how dare she. Then, she looks at me with sadness and says "Hear me little deity, I would prefer to not enslave you but respect is the least we expect from your lot. I hope you learn something from this". As I revolt in silence from the hypocrisy I hear, the earth goddess puts her index finger on my face and immediately I feel like my brain is being burned with a red-hot metal rod. The agony lasts just a short moment, but the sharp pain will always haunt my memory. Also, I found out later that a permanent mark in the shape of 3 concentric squares now decorated the center of my forehead. 

My mind is blank, I feel like a part of me was taken out of my soul and like my body is covered in chains. I can't fight back, as long as the goddess of earth rules over this world I am her servant. Was I destined to be nothing but a tool? Was the game rigged so bad that aspiring to their position was always impossible? I can't help but wonder.

The Sun goddess puts me down and my body automatically prostates in the most humiliating way it can while still showing respect to the King Gods. My forehead on the ground, my arms completely extended forward and my knees bent as much as they could. 

I hate the god kings, all of them. My maker, being all capable, chose to make me proud knowing I couldn't feed that pride. The sea and earth gods on the other hand must have expected this to happen. I hate them from the bottom of my heart.... and yet, I feel a weird sense of respect. The iron grip the god kings have on power it's  honestly awe inspiring. If I were to consider them my parents, you could say it's the inheritance they left me.