REALM OF GODS -
AXIS MUNDI.
The castle was bustling with the spirit of festivities, as their very own great impaler has returned victorious in the battle of the bastards.
The realm - Axis Mundi was well known for its opulence. And today their were celebrating their powerful war god for his undeniable valor. The realm is a pleasuredome and every single god and goddess that breathes knew that. The realm has everything one could wish for, name it: wealth in abundance, a luxurious whore house, great number of warriors, more food and wine that anyone could ask for, any type of wine - of course, and not to forget their extremely dashing princes that rendered every single goddess and some gods speechless.
Because of the great celebration, powerful gods and goddesses of different abilities gathered, the castle of Axis Mundi was filled up with exorbitant gods and goddesses. The full moon that shone brightly was apt, since it was a night of festivities.
But the war god was the only god that wasn't feeling the excitement, infact he felt suffocated. He didn't quite fancy unnecessary, over the board celebrations, especially one that was thrown for him.
Zander is the fourth of six princes, but he wasn't born of the queen. It was said that his father - the king found pleasure in the sight of a certain whore, so he did what gods did best. And after their lustful night, the whore was with child - which was him. So he practically is a bastard prince. His mother died shortly after birthing him, at least that was what he was told.
The queen has once told him that the death of his mother was for his own benefit, who would want to suffer the shame of having a whore as a mother. But Zander would have rather prefered his whoreling mother to the heartless and unpredictable queen that was supposedly his step-mother.
His thoughts was disrupted by the sound of tiny but fast footsteps, that was heading his direction. Not long after a little lad came in sight, he ran from the other side of the vast hallway. Zander glanced around, they were no stationed guards around, t'was probably because of the celebration.
He crouched down and carefully he halted the lad's movements.
"Whoa, and where are you going in such haste?" the war god asked the lad, that he knew not. But he has found the lad's careless roaming around wrong - he could see or hear things that he shouldn't, and then the guardians of the lad would suffer the consequences, for surely their would be one.
"To the throne hall" the lad answered, gasping.
"The throne hall?" Zander repeated with a smile, showing off his remarkable dimples "And why, if I may ask?"
The lad adjusted his clothes. "I wish to behold the sight of the mighty great impaler. I've heard astonishing stories about him"
"Is that so" Zander said
"Aye, he is my hero" the lad admitted.
"I see," Zander nodded slowly, how can a heartless warrior like him be someones hero.
"How about you come along sire, so that we can see him together" the lad suggested.
"That would be a wonderful plan" he replied and the lad smiled widely.
'If only the lad knew that he was actually speaking to his hero - as said, then he would be the happiest child on the realm'.
Suddenly a woman, clothed with the maids attire came into sight, her eyes glancing around nervously, as if looking for something she has lost, that she wasn't supposed to. But her breath nearly seized when she sighted her son, with...no, is that the fourth prince - the great impaler!
Immediately she rushed up to them, and hurriedly she took hold of her son - whom seemed quite pleased to see her.
"I'm so sorry, your highness" the woman apologized, constantly bowing with her eyes cast down. "Please, it wouldn't happen again, he is only but a small lad. Forgive my carelessness, your highness" she pleaded, her head and eyes casts down. Zander could see that the woman was shaking terribly - she was probably scared to death, Zander thought. Because he knew just how feared he was, especially Inside the palace.
The woman was about to get on her knees, when the deep voice of the great impaler stopped her.
"It's alright, you don't have to do that. Make sure that he doesn't run around like that again"
The woman nodded, "I will, your highness" she bowed once more as she dragged her child along with her - he will surely get an earful from her later on.
"Bye, young sire!" the lad waved, as they faded from sight.
"Why do you always have a way of turning my mood into a ruin" a sudden, but oddly familiar voice said, behind him.
Zander smirked before he turned to the first prince of Axis Mundi - Ivo, the god of fire.
"It's because you haven't accepted the fact that I'm not dead" Zander informed.
"Yet" Ivo completed.
It was well known that Ivo - the crowned prince of Axis Mundi do not in any way get along with the great impaler, they has always been a unexplainable feud between them. The crowned prince has always hated the great impaler for no good justified reason, and well, Zander decided to reciprocate.
"That fact, one day it shall become a history" Ivo said, his hands behind his back. "When I will stand and watch your dead corpse with my very eyes"
"Stop predicting things, Ivo. It will ruin your mood more. Bear in mind that, that day would never come to reality"
Ivo smiled deviously, before he said "We shall see about that" and with that he walked away, dragging his leg in every step, as if he was forced to walk.
"That was an awful joke of a threat" Zander whispered, still staring at the fire god as he walked away.
"Brother!" a sudden voice thundered, as the third prince - Kal, the god of portals came into sight.
Zander smiled as Kal walked up to him, his dashing face beaming with smiles. When he has covered the distance between them, their shared a hug.
"Great Rao, five seasons is such a long time" Kal said. Because Zander has been battling with the Xamors for five seasons.
"Are you just realizing that?" Zander asked with a smile.
"Perhaps I am. Welcome home brother" Kal said.