Pray sat on top of a tree trunk, his hands in between his spread-out legs. He watched as the yellow fireflies fluttered around them before dissipating. "They must be here," Pray whispered softly, lowering his head. A dark creature sprang out of the bushes behind him. He turned his body towards the dark figure, hurriedly drew his bow, and shot an arrow into the person's brow. He'd then lay his legs on the figure's abdomen, hoist it above him, and kick it behind him.
"Oh, Pray Ploutôn, son of Hades and Persephone, I didn't expect you'd be the one to slaughter me," the spirit said as he turned to face Pray. Despite the fact that Pray is a new god, possibly only 2-5 days old, practically every diety, spirit, and god has heard about him being an omnipotent god.
"Oh my, I'm more renowned than I anticipated," Pray chuckled softly as his bow transformed into a sword. Although Pray loves to use the bow, he is more adept at using a sword in close-combat duels. "But yeah, I am that of what you've spoken," he continued before charging at the demonic spirit with the sword. The evil spirit prepared to fight back, but Pray would come to a halt a few feet away and slump to the ground. He instantly completed a 360 with his entire body and one of his legs out, knocking the spirit off its feet.
"ACK!-" shouted the spirit as he collapsed to the ground. Pray would immediately stand up and strike his sword through the spirit's chest, pushing the sword down as the spirit desperately sought to shove the blade out of his chest, but to no avail. Another spirit would appear from the dirt and punch Pray in the face. Fortunately, he was able to draw his sword and chop off the second spirit's hand before it could punch him, before stepping away from both of them. He had to back up a little because he was outnumbered by one.
When the spirits observed him retreating away, they reached out a long arm towards Pray. Pray would dodge their blows while mumbling, "Pathetic," and then dash towards the spirits, kicking them in the stomach and sending them flying into a tree. "AHH!" One shouted in agony as he collided with a tree, and the other would collide with him, leading both of them to fall to the ground.
"O Astraea, God of Purification, lend me your strength in erasing these evil spirits off the face of the world," Pray whispered as she approached the terrified spirits. The blade he was wielding blazed brightly. When he arrived, he would raise his sword and prepare to strike the spirits. The look in the spirit's eyes would turn from fear to admiration at that very instant. "Woah," one of them exclaimed.
The wind blasted over Pray in that brief second. His cloak flutters in the air, causing his hood to tumble down. The moon shone down on him in the most beautiful way. His eyes are chilly when he has his chin up, and the spirits don't appear to mind dying at his hands. As a result, they would shut their eyes and accept their faith.
Pray would notice this behavior because he assumed they were just having a bad time and felt sorry for them. Pray would alter his body and slash the spirits, causing them to die in a less painful way. The spirits gazed up to see the exquisite moonlight and stars that fluttered behind Pray, making him appear to be the graceful man that he is. The spirits vanished in a cloud of smoke. "May you be reborn as people who don't have the same faith in this life as you did in this life," he'd cut himself off, noticing his hood on his shoulders.
"No surprise," Pray grumbled to himself. People seem to appreciate him in a romantic way whenever he has his hood down, which he has always despised. Pray would then make a clicking sound with his tongue before quickly turning around and fleeing the place in a rage.
He had only just gotten out of the Frightening Garden Grove when he noticed no name in the distance who had already left. He followed his gaze back to where he came from and noticed Hephaestus on the ground; he recognized him and immediately pulled his hood over his head before going over to Hephaestus. "God of Paintings, are you okay?" he yelled as he raced up to him. When he arrived, he swiftly knelt beside Hephaestus, and noticing that he was bleeding, he used barrier magic to stop the bleeding before lifting him up and carrying him back to Mount Olympus to seek help from one of the gods whom can use healing magic.
He dashed into Mt. Olympus, holding Hephaestus in his arms, and ran around for a while, looking for any gods who could assist Hephaestus. He didn't seem concerned and maintained a composed demeanor. "Is anyone here?" he said, his voice echoing around the building.
Kiera just arrived on Mount Olympus to pick up a few necessities and potentially give his report to Lord Aether. He would catch sight of Pray out of the corner of his eye, and seeing Hephaestus in this state, he feared the worst. "Halt!" he cried to Pray before sprinting up to him. He'd vanish as soon as he dashed and reappear immediately in front of Pray, impeding his progress.
Pray abruptly came to a halt, but he continued to hold Hephaestus. "Move, I need to get him help," he muttered as he lowered his head towards Kiera. "Put him down and leave this place, mortal!" cried Kiera. Despite the fact that Pray would glance at him with a puzzled expression, he brushed that notion away by calling back, "I need to get him aid, he's bleeding!"
Kiera paused for a moment before dropping his arm and saying, "Follow me," before turning around and sprinting down the corridor. Pray would come up behind him. Kiera would check over his shoulder, amused that Pray had caught up to him before increasing his speed, making himself faster than before. Pray was able to quickly change his speed to match Kiera's and maintain a safe distance from him until they arrived at their destination.
It had been a long run to the Holy Temple, and Kiera was panting for oxygen whereas Pray hadn't even broken a sweat. He'd watch as Pray nodded towards him and walked up to the glowing pool in the center of the temple. He would watch as Pray placed Hephaestus into the holy water; he didn't even say anything, as if Pray already knew what to do. "Who is this person?" he wondered to himself as he wiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve.
Pray would watch as the wound on Hephaestus began to heal as a result of the Holy Water. As it continued to restore Hephaestus, the water gave off a faint glimmer. "Who are you?" Kiera inquired from behind. Pray would then get up and turn towards him, stating, "Pray, God of Prayers and Son of Hades and Persephone, it's a pleasure to meet you, Kiera, one of Mount Olympus' 13 berserkers." Hephaestus' wounds healed slowly but steadily. Slowly, he opened his eyes. He would cast his gaze around. He still couldn't move his body. He cast a glance towards Pray.
Kiera would take a step back, a surprised expression on his face. "I apologize for my rude behavior earlier!" he said as he knelt down to the ground, dropping his head. Hephaestus would use his arm to prop himself up before looking at Kiera and Pray, "What happened?" Hephaestus said as he stared down to the earth, wondering how No Name, a god who had recently been exiled from Mount Olympus, could overcome him. Hephaestus would then look at Pray, perplexed as to who he was. "Who is he?" he inquired.
Pray would remain silent as Kiera introduced him to Hephaestus. "He's Pray, God of Prayers. The gift that was sent to us from the heavens, and is the son of Lord Hades and Lady Persephone," Kiera felt ashamed as he replied Hephaestus' inquiry. Hephaestus would cough up blood, causing Kiera to glance at him with concern. Hephaestus returned to Pray with a solemn expression on his face after his coughing bout. "So you're the gift, huh? Have you seen another with a double-handed sword?" Hephaestus questioned, frowning.
Pray turned to face Hephaestus and nod. "Yes, he fled to the east," he explained. Hephaestus put his hand on the back of his head. He was furious at himself for allowing No name to win. He hopes No name does not hurt the other gods. He feared the worst when he noticed Hephaestus was anxious. "May I ask why you're concerned about him?" he asked, drawing closer to Hephaestus to hear his words more clearly.
He'd sigh and move his hand away from his face, looking at Pray. "I'm not sure whether you've heard of the weapon "God torture" It's a weapon intended to oppose gods, and it was made by the god of forgery, who is suffering his sentence because he created it," Hephaestus revealed.
"Yes, I've heard about it," he answered as he knelt alongside Hephaestus. He knew this because he was granted the gift of knowledge, which meant he could remember everything from before he was created. "It's rather sad because..." he was going to say something when he was pushed to the ground as if some unseen force was trying to silence him before he could say anything else. "Ugh... Zeus, what in the heavens was that?" he grumbled before gazing down the steps and seeing a writing written in Greek that said, "Silence about such a thing, he shall not know."
He'd just remembered that anyone who mentions the forbidden knowledge will have their entire existence reduced to that of an atom, and their existence will be forgotten by those who remember them. "I got away with it? I must be really special," Pray thought as he read the writings with a lopsided grin on his face. The writings quickly vanished, preventing Hephaestus or anyone else from seeing what he saw.
In disbelief, Hephaestus would lift his head and look at Pray. "Pray, are you okay?" he worriedly shouted. "Don't worry, I'm alright; I just lost my balance after sprinting while carrying you for too long," Pray said as he smiled up at Hephaestus. Kiera would detect his lie but would say nothing since he, too, knew what he was trying to express. "I must notify Lord Aether or any of the higher gods of this matter," he added as he lowered himself with a bow. He would then leave the temple, leaving behind Hephaestus and Kiera.
Pray would call out to Aether from behind as he walked down the main corridor after showing his Daughter, Angel, the route to her Hall of Lahnor, "Lord Aether, God of Light, May you spare some time for me?!!" Aether would then stop and turn towards the sound of Pray's voice. Aether didn't know Pray, so he asked him with a smile, "Who might you be?" Pray panted heavily from having to run down the enormous hallway before lowering himself into a bow to show his respect to Aether. "Greetings, I am the gift from the heavens," Pray said softly. "Pray, God of Prayers, I presume you have heard of me from Lord Zeus himself."
"Oh, you, and yes, I have heard of you from Zeus himself; what do you need to tell me?" Aether questioned, as it sounded essential because another God approached him with such news. "No name, the one who was exiled from Osgyth together with Mikelle, he attacked Hephaestus in the Serphent Falls, leaving him seriously wounded," Pray recounted with a grimace. "What?" Aether asked, perplexed. "But it's practically impossible to wound a God!" Aether shouted in horror at Pray. "This is why I'm telling you about it; no name has possession of it," Pray replied quietly. Aether appeared to understand what Pray was saying, as he turned his head to the side in disbelief.
"Pray, I need you to inform your Father about this, he's the only one who might know how No name has-" Morpheus went past Aether before he could continue his sentence, leading Aether to cut himself short. After Morpheus had gone, Aether approached Pray and whispered to him, "Best if we keep this to ourselves, tell Hephaestus or anyone else who knows about this to keep quiet. I have my suspicions of that God who passed by." Pray didn't seem to understand, but he nodded his head in silence, and Aether let go of Pray and dismissed him.
Pray would bow to Aether before turning and fleeing in the opposite direction. "Mikelle ate a fruit from the forbidden tree, but how was he able to eat it if Morpheus was there to guard it along with Hope? Surely he has something to do with this," Aether would then bend his knees, spring up, and flap his wings, allowing him to fly skyward. He flew through the cloud ceiling and disappeared into it.