a long time ago, a time so long ago that i couldn't be bothered to remember how long ago it was, the world was engulfed in a war between angels and demons.
The demons were frankly sick of the Gods that ruled over the world so they all decided to group together under the rule of "The one to be spat on" to kill all of the gods and paint the heavens red.
As they crawled out of hell and began their pursuit towards the heavens, the angels fought back against them.
of course they would.
i mean the gods werent going to fight now were they?
the battle raged on for a ridiculously long time.
it was fierce, it was bloody, it was by all definitions of the word mighty.
unbeknownst to the devils they were a source of great entertainment to the gods who they oh so hated, the gods were cheering for both sides for it doesn't matter which side wins they are gods they won't ever truly be challenged.
"they really are going at it aren't they?" said a man with a confident smirk on his face.
it was Génnisi, the god of birth and prosperity.
He was the ruler of the heavens and was one of the fundamental gods.
he was in conversation with omorfiá, the goddess of beauty and eroticism.
"let them be honey, getting rid of such a play would be such a waste now wouldn't it?" she laughed.
"like I'd ever meddle in such things" he replied.
"Lord Génnisi, the preparations for the party has been prepared" said a tall frail yet confident individual.
this individual was wearing a smart teal suit.
"My lord with all due respect you really shoud reconsider not sending me to fight"
génnisi formed what seemed to be a throne simply by reaching his hand out.
which ripped the clouds and twisted their shape.
he proceeded to sit on his throne omorfiá sat on his thigh with her legs crossed.
he sighed and closed his eye.
this was something that he was frankly sick of hearing so often.
he smiled and as he opened his eyes, he saw his wife with her eyes gouged, who was eerily, smiling at him, drop dead on the ground.
as this information registered a sudden sharp pain ran all throughout his body as he looked down he saw a blade piercing him.
a blade which was familiar to him but he didnt know why.
he bled.
as he tried to pull the blade out he cut his hand.
he saw his own blood.
𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥?
he was begging to lose his life.
how can a god die?
no how can the mightiest god die?
no how could 𝑰 die?
as he looked up he saw the individual dressed in teal with a comical smile painted all over his face.
their name was Tomio, a high ranking angel serving directly under génnisi.
"did you honestly think we were going to sit there and blindly obey you morons for eternity?" he laughed calmy almost as if he is trying to bottle his urge to burst out laughing.
"you thought we angels gave a shit about defending heaven for you?"
"our fight with the demons was simply an act"
"from now own heaven is our domain, the angels are coming up with the demons as we speak and we will kill every single one of you :)"
𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.
"if you honestly think your measley alliance could be a challenge to us then you are sadly mistaken tomio for we gods-"
"are immortal and can come back in the rare occasion of your deaths?" tomio cut génnisi out.
"yeah no, hey génnisi let me tell you one simple truth about existence before you die"
"nothing in this world is permanent and nothing will be, as long as something exists, there will always be something above it, god or not"
"now where do you think gods go when they 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 die?" he started laughing hysterically.
"..."
génnisi died.
𝑬𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆