He walked into the field with Senile by his side the ships crew dispersed into other areas of the field. His mind wiped clean from any guilt he had felt from leaving the gods to Uranus' mercy. If he was going to be called a villain for doing what he wanted so be it, he was going to be the best villain there was by stopping his brother in the most brutal way possible.
The field wasn't like that of Capalu where things were a bit divided with humans and mages trying to keep the peace. Here just like Capalu there were dragons - only the red ones since the green footed dragons had been extinct for over a thousand years - but there were also different Xaj's, demigods and humans working together in this field. He gave a silent nod at the way things were turning out. Who knew war could bring out the co-operative spirit in people, he thought.
They walked for what seemed like a mile before a Castle loomed up in the distance making him remember the monastery back at Capalu. It had towering hedges around acting like a fence of some sort with an open doorway.
As he got in, creatures from other works of life came into view, from vampires, mages and werewolves to elves, fairies and giants. All creatures both mythical and legendary were gathered to stop the mad gods. He raised a brow when he saw the pythons slithering in the courtyard. This was going to be the first time he would be fighting alongside creatures other than gods and humans.
"Well, well, well, look who decided to show up."
Standing tall at around seven feet tall stood one of the most vicious gods anyone could ever have the chance of meeting, Oceania god of the seas. Muscles bulging from every corner of his body, his torso bare except for a few tattoos on his chest and arms, some of fishes and others of Krakens, his lower body covered by sea weeds which were surprisingly tough enough to withstand hits which could shatter mountains, he towered over the dark god who had a meagre height of six feet four inches. His eyes glowed a deep ocean blue with a sly grin on his face making him appear nonchalant in some way.
"Hello you," Mephistopheles gave off without a smile.
"If it isn't the devil who decided to pay his old pals a visit."
A huge wolf stood in his path baring its teeth at him trying to appear menacing.
"Hello Moon wolf," he responded calmly. "I see you've been well."
"Oh please don't give me that casual talk like you can waltz in here and act like all is well. You know the very reason this war started is because of you and that abomination you call a son," the wolf spat bitterly.
"What has my son got to do with a war I mistakenly started?" he asked puzzled.
"You'll know soon enough..."
"Enough Moon wolf. We didn't call him here to squabble."
A huge Stag which glowed white stood on the lower steps with a calm but deadly countenance capable of destabilizing any foe before it. The stag pranced towards the dark god with a cold aura which froze the grasses around it.
"You were summoned a week ago by Lady Zemeta," it reminded him in a low feminine voice.
"I had some issues to sort out," he replied with a hand on his holster.
The creature looked him up before nodding its head in approval, "You don't look as horrible as the stories portray you to be."
With those words the Stag walked away from him to welcome other creatures coming into the large field. He didn't know if that was meant to be an insult or a compliment.
"Sorry for all the cold treatments you're receiving but we both know you deserve it," Gagontae shrugged coldly, hitting him on the back before walking into the monastery followed by two elves.
The dark god closed his eyes to maintain his composure by muttering a mantra which got destroyed by his crew members bickerings.
"...I told you not to poke its eyes," Indigo hissed at Harry.
"How was I supposed to know?" he protested.
"She did tell you not to poke it," Trina added in.
"Yes she did but it was too good to not poke. I've never seen a creature with so many eyes before."
"Seriously and your first thought was to poke one of its eyes? How simple minded can you be?"
"Don't judge me Olly, you'd do the same thing if you were in my place."
"I was in your place but you don't see me poking eyes everywhere I go."
"Oh shush, here it comes," Harry hushed as a strange short creature waddled past the group. It looked like the crossbreeding between a tree and a dwarf had gone wrong as its eyes blinked all over its body. One of its eyes narrowed towards the crew but widened when it caught a glimpse of the dark god.
"Can't I get a moment of peace without you four causing chaos everywhere you go?" he muttered angrily.
"Well we serve the chaos god so..."
"It is imperative that we give off that authority of disarray," Indigo interrupted Trina with a wonderful finish.
A trumpet sound blasted through the air announcing the coming of an important dignitary silencing the noisy field. Everyone stopped whatever they were doing and stared at the dark cloisters as the goddess of speed walked out of the dark castle followed by the white stag, Gagontae, a surprisingly alive Monk Gilkoa, a now healthy Petra and two female warriors from Scythia.
Zemeta stops at the top of the stairs looking into the crowd with a smile on her face. She browses through the crowd with gusto but halts when she sights the dark god. Blinking multiple times, she continues browsing through the crowd before raising a fist into the air creating a cheer from the crowd. With that she walks back into the castle followed by the others leaving the White stag alone.
"Lady Zemeta wants the leaders of every tribe to be within the inner field while their crews wait in the battlefield," the stags voice echoes through the field in a commanding tone. Within minutes every creature not needed in the field finds their way out leaving the leaders of every tribe present.
"We'll be outside Sire," Olly suggests pulling an already exhausted Indigo with him as Harry clasps Trina's hand in his following the former out of the field.
He looks around expecting to see a friendly faces but all he got were estranged stares from friends and strangers alike.
"At least they're not trying to attack me," he muttered to himself.
"Don't be too sure brother," Senile who had overheard his murmur stepped beside him with a hand on his shoulder. "Most of them have heard of your tales and even though your powers were reduced by ninety five percent, none of them would want to take the chance of attacking you, lest they rile the wraths of the gods."
"Every creature should be in a line, you too dark god," the moon wolf cackled evilly.
"Really?" he raised a brow. "A line?"
The creature stopped short with a smile on its furry face, "Do you have a problem with lines dark god?"
"Actually I do," he answered repelled by the effrontery of the creature. "I might have lost most of my powers but it doesn't make me a slacker on this field. The cold treatments are getting old child. If I am not wanted on this field tell me now so I can find my way back to the ship and be on my way to my Kingdom."
The chatters around the field starts to die down as he said those words.
"I can hold my own against Mars, you all can take on Uranus alone, after all it is the impression I'm being given."
"That won't be necessary," Senile smiled. let's go into the war room and join the war council."
"Lord Senile, I would advise..." the wolf started but got cut off by the war gods death stare.
"You dare defy me dog?" He asked with fearsome authority making the creature whimper in fear.
"No Sire, the war council awaits your presence," it stuttered in fright before turning to Mephistopheles. "My apologies your majesty. I crossed the line with my words."
The dark god stared at the creature before walking towards the castles entrance.
"Your apologies are not accepted wolf," he answered surprising the crowd. "You better watch your back during battle, else it might be your end."
Senile chuckled before joining his brother, playfully punching him in the gut as they disappeared into the dark of the halls leaving a trembling Wolf in the field.