Every now and then, the Gods of Osgyth would congregate in Iphinee's Auction House to place their bids. This is an exclusive event, open exclusively to individuals with connections to the auction house's owners. Gods receive wealth and power from those who pray for them, and they are also rewarded for any major achievements they make in the eyes of the Gods and deities of Iphinee. Because they have nothing else to do with their money, many of the wealthy Gods bid in the Auction house. Many affluent Gods like to stand on the balcony, looking over the throng, because they aren't interested in such things, and the rest are too busy. Until now, that is.
"For today's item, the heart of a panoramic spirit! Which provides its bearer the ability to gaze outwardly to far places!" screamed Pathros, the God of Persuasion, as he stood atop the wooden stage with spotlights directed at him. The gathering would erupt in gasps and whispers as they were drawn to the object. "The opening bid is 20 million halcyon!" exclaimed Pathros. The crowd would be flooded with bids, reaching above 500 million halycon as hands holding up signs of numbers lifted their arms in the air.
Pray and a couple of his close friends would be standing on one of the balconies with him. "Hey, that's quite interesting; you should get that, Ordeal," Aether said, referring to Ordeal's poor eyesight. "Perhaps you get that, who knows? I might pluck out your eyeballs after this," Ordeal commented, veins bulging out of his beck in rage. "You don't have to be so angry! I was just joking," Aether laughed. "It's best if you keep quiet, Aether. We don't want another Sepharic Vendetta," Pray said quietly from behind him, his arms crossed and his head bowed. Pray would be looking at Aether with one eye closed.
"Oh come on, none of you have the slightest sense of humour, lighten up a little!" Aether shouted, clapping Ordeal on the shoulder. "Get your hand off me, and what Pray said will happen," Ordeal said, looking at Aether. As the Valkyrie's who worked for the auction house moved off the stage after putting up the newest items, Aether would merely giggle before putting his hands in his pockets and returning his gaze to the stage. "Hey, that Valkyrie looks hot," Aimilios, another God of War alongside Ordeal, said from beside Aether, hand to his chin.
"Lord Aimilios, please leave those perverse notions as just thoughts and not act on them; we don't want more Gods like the Greek God, Zeus," Pray grumbled as he strolled nearer the railings to have a better view of the stage. "Prince Pray, of course not; I was just admiring the Valkyrie, no malice intended," Aimilios chuckled. "It better be," Pray said as Pathros removed the fabric that covered the newest object. "The necklace of endurance, it keeps the user from losing wisdom collected over the years due to old age!" Pathros exclaimed, his face beaming.
"Oh my," Aether exclaimed. Most of the Gods with Pray are becoming older by the second, and they require that item only to prevent their knowledge from fading into the depths of their minds. "You guys get this one, and I'll go get some sweets from the stores," Pray remarked as he stepped off the balcony to acquire a snack. "Have fun," Aimilios said to Pray before returning his gaze to the stage. "I guess neither of us gentle Gods is backing out on such a thing?" Aether asked, a grin on his lips as he looked towards Ordeal and Aimilios. This grin is not from his regular silly side, but rather from his greedy side.
"Of course not," Aimilios laughed as he walked from the balcony to another. "Good luck to you both," Aimilios murmured as he rounded the corner. "Good luck, Ordeal," Aether said as he jumped from the balcony to fly to another location. They needed to distance themselves from one another in order to offer the other Gods a better display. "Bastards," Ordeal snarled beneath his breath, gritting his teeth against the cigarette in his lips. "The opening bid is 150 million halycon!" shouted Pathros. The crowd would erupt in raucous bidding, all the way up to a billion halycon!
Ordeal would exclaim, "30 billion halycon," just as one of the Gods in the crowd was about to secure the item with a 3 billion bet. The throng would fill with whispers as the spotlight turned from Pathros to Ordeal. "30 billion halycon! Would anyone care to compete against Ordeal, one of Iphinee's wealthiest Gods?" screamed Pathros, his voice ringing throughout the Aution Hall. After a few moments, just as Pathros was about to cry Sold, Aether would arise from the darkness, exclaiming, "50 billion halycon."
"Aether?! God of Light, and an active God of War who embodies fortitude?! What seems to be the event today, folks? For the two wealthiest Gods are battling against one other for this little object!" Pathros exclaimed, his face beaming with glee. Ordeal would scowl at Aether, as if asking him to back off, and Aether would return his stare with an arrogant grin. Ordeal screamed, "Tch, 100 billion halycon!" He didn't enjoy losing, and his desire to defeat Aether is as strong as his determination.
They fought, each upping their bids higher than the other, until they reached 600 billion halycon, at which point Aether would back down. "I confess defeat," Aether muttered as he walked down the balcony, lifting his hands. Ordeal grinned, but his happiness was short-lived as Aimilios yelled a bid that was higher than Ordeal's. "Best if you back down now, Ordeal; I'm just as wealthy as you," Aimilios said to Ordeal. "We'll have to wait and see," Ordeal said before exclaiming "1 trillion halycon," which surprised the gathering because they had never seen Ordeal be that anxious to buy an item from an auction. He's probably doing this to gratify his desire to triumph over his two friends.
Aimilios was taken aback by how Ordeal put his bet, causing him to sigh and back down as well. "You won, man," He muttered as he walked away from the balcony. Pathros screamed, "Sold!" as he pointed at Ordeal. Ordeal would eventually obtain his item. Ordeal, Aether, and Aimilios would be standing in the Auction house's reception area, inspecting the item. "How do you believe it works?" Aether inquired, looking up to Aimilios. "I don't fucking know, why are you asking me?" Aimilios scowled, scratching the back of his head.
The three of them fiddled with the object until Ordeal smashed it to the ground in rage. "This shits a scam!" He yelled. Pray would be walking back in time, eating candy from a bag. "Hey, did you guys receive the thing?" Pray inquired as he came to a standstill in front of them. He'd spotted the shattered item on the ground and inquired as to what had occurred and why it was broken. Aether would sigh and press his palm to his brow, describing what had transpired. After hearing the explanation, Pray would ask, "You guys do realize you have to imbue it with your holy magic for it to operate, right?" leaving the three Gods startled. They all remained there for a time, unsure what to say, until Aether broke the tight and icy atmosphere by saying, "Were becoming old, aren't we?" "Yeah, and I should work on my rage issues," Ordeal added, making Pray laugh.