Deities

"That was an interesting fight; it seems your squad is rather competent.” The soft voice filled the dark space underneath itself, its very existence being amused by the outcome of the fight between mortals.

Without changing her gaze, the goddess looked down upon a chessboard. Her pale fingers, realigning all the pieces back to their intended original position,

Each piece as it's planted, echoes within this dark vastness stretching forever in every direction, the only thing that could be comparable to the mortal world, a physical board and its pieces.

“Are you coming down…? The game won’t play itself.” A mature voice filled the space between the two figures; their contrasting attributes clashed together like opposites.

From above, the soft-voiced figure glides down before gently tapping the void itself; its small legs swing with precision and grace towards the opposing seat, the chair perfectly composed to fit her nimble frame to the utmost comfort. The white and gold palette giving disparity within the void.

She sits down, her small arms resting against the marble tabletop, holding the board perfectly placed between them in a way where neither has to exert any effort to play the game. The white robes of their body flowed down the sides of the chair onto the solid surface of the space, the gold linen patterning all the edges as a symbol of purity.

The soft voice spoke again, “This time, I hope you know I'm excited to play. Especially after that performance you gave me.”

Its golden eyes scan the board, the portrayal of thought being evident through the various facial changes that occur; the white pieces were itching to get moved. Awaiting their journey

“Let us begin,” the soft voice spoke. It moved a pawn two spaces forward, occupying the middle, an effective and simple strategy to gain the upper hand.

On the other side, the pale fingers extend down towards the same pawn, mimicking the move of the first.

“We're going to have a visitor in a second, I'm assuming out of fury.” Her eyes glimmered with a hint of mischief and satisfaction; before a moment's notice, both beings take a look at the door leading to this space.

The door opens rapidly, without a second to react, and a woman enters. She had three fluffy tails fading from white to red, swaying behind her. Her pointy ears looked as soft as her tail, twitching ever so slightly.

Her tall frame invaded the space, revealing the miko attire that hugged her body, loosely hanging down her near the surface, its white and red colours being the same as her tail but slightly lighter.

"Falsity, you dare use such cheap tricks against my own representatives?" Her tone was enraged, sprinkled with envy and hatred.

Falsity turns around, her eyes lighting up at the confrontation. “What tricks do you speak of? You lost fair and square to my representatives; don't be a sore loser just because you couldn't form a good team.”

“Stealing my powers, nullifying my powers,” she starts, pointing out various misconducts.

A sigh leaves out of falsity, “They aren't exactly breaking any rules; we basically have free rein to do whatever we wish with the games. Surely a sly fox as yourself could realise that.”

“I'm not a fox, so quit calling me that already; I’m a kitsune.” Her sentence ended with a sigh.

The two sit in silence; the kitsune glances over opposite of falsity, taking in the white and gold attire, the small, nimble appearance and golden eyes with blonde hair twirled into pigtails.

“Is Justice herself about to allow such underhanded tactics?” Her eyes glared down, expecting some sort of reply.

Justice met her glare with a soft look. “I don’t have a right to decide; I was just a mere watcher permitted to view the fight by falsity. This will, however, be taken into consideration if we fight within the games.”

“Your straightforward approach is always lacklustre, fox. Use my tactics if you really want to try and win at least one god game during your existence.” Her matter-of-fact tone left no place to argue; Kitsune herself never got a winning team through the various games that were held.

Kitsune scoffed, “A deceptive trickster who got forgotten for thousands of years is giving me advice. What a cruel joke!”

Storming out of the dark, voided room, the door slammed shut leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Still as touchy as ever, it seems; things never change up here, even after thousands of years.” Her smirk widens at the thought.

The room grows an air of silence, the only sound being the movement of a horse moving across the board, staring back at Justice; her mind wanders onto the main event.

“We still all gather for the first day of the god games, don’t we?”

A small nod escaped Justice, her mind still focused on the game. “At midnight, according to the world, when humans are asleep; however, your return must have stirred a bit of controversy, especially after taking out a respected goddess from the myth division.”

Falsity moves the bishop attacking the knight. “I can handle it; we may challenge each other, and my representatives will sort it out for me.”

“You have a lot of faith in them despite their initial struggle.” Her eyes looked up at her.

Falsity smirks, “They won't get any weaker than they already are; they will progress exponentially until they outgrow the game itself.”

Moving her own bishop to block the bishop attack, she lets out a sigh. “Seems you haven't changed either, still trying to outplay the gamemaster themselves. Last time didn’t turn out so well for you.”

Falsity reminisces about the last encounter before her vanishment, her own division being wiped, the collapse of their structure, and eventually the ostracism that she had to go through; it was all clear in her mind like it happened yesterday.

She didn't reply. Their game continued for the coming hours. Their games were always even until one made a small mistake to outperform the other, as midnight struck within the god games. It was time for them to part into their divisions.

“Next time, I'm looking forward to winning; this is our hundred and fifty-second draw, but next time it won't be the case.” Justice leaves with the same door through which it appeared in front of her; taking her leave, she opens it, letting a beam of light enter just as fast as it left once again.

Meeting with a crowd that despises me is rather tiresome; at least I made my presence clear enough to avert any crisis, and all my pawns seem to be doing just fine within their fateful, destined paths.