I felt as if the world will shatter if I saw that correctly. My father died, his last words "'Don't die!"' How is this even possible?
After my father closed his eyes, this feeling what I am actually? I don't have that answer, not yet.
In the state of meditation we were always asked that 'Now do you know what you are?' It took time for everyone but eventually everyone got to know themselves throughly.
This feeling I want to kill someone anyone and I will take their heads down with me.
Advisory God asked me when I started walking and about to fly to kill those deceivers "What are you doing now!?"
I decended since I flew a little too early.
I answered with eyes that as cold as Ice God's eyes but still hers was natural, but mine with an intention to kill those who are fleeing "Kill those devils" and took off.
My vision was a little blurry but still I have my sister to protect and I will kill those people from my dead father and sister.
"Shit" I heard the devils men spoke that when they looked back.
I screamed in a very cold tone "Yeah shit is right motherf***ers"
My rage was as much as the sun's rays. Still I was determined in killing those with my favourite sword. My wavy blue hair in the middle of my eyes and my sharp brown eyes with a hint of red.
I took out my sword that appeared instantaneously in my hand and killed the hell's men from behind.
One shouted "This wasn't the part of the deal!" I just killed him without hesitation.
My eyes showing the full rage of my emotions I had built up over the years.
I heard my sister's voice she said whimpering "Stop it sis or the deal father made will be cut off."
It was I, no, the devil inside myself talked to her with a way that I was crying but it was so satisfying to kill those with my sword.
I spoke "Deals are made to be broken anyways, I will hunt them down. I will take the other Gods power to kill those bastards."
I did that indeed, and now there is no hell nor there was the old Gods. My fatigue took over me as I fall down and I think it was my sister who grabbed me.
What a joke this was? I act like a human. There is no difference between us Gods and humans.
The only difference I see is the strength and magic. Rest all we still act like one of them at the end of the day.
Seeing that I am still alive means my magic remains and have become the new Head God of this era in an early age.