When Sammy awoke to the silence of the divine mansion, he felt an unusual calmness in the air. Stumbling towards the kitchen for a sip of water, he encountered Vamelion, donned in a striking set of white and black armor with a majestic great sword at her back.
"Good day, Master Samuel," she greeted with a respectful nod.
Still half-asleep, Sammy shot her a look and muttered, "I told you to call me Sammy."
Nervously, she stammered, "Sorry, Master Sammy," suppressing the urge to roll his eyes.
Sensing Sammy's weariness, Vamelion shared, "The queen mother said we shouldn't be late, but I couldn't bring myself to wake you up."
Not wanting Vamelion to incur the wrath of the enigmatic queen mother, Sammy agreed to speed up the day's proceedings. "Fine, let's get this day over with."
Reading Sammy's thoughts, Vamelion informed him that she had prepared his bath. After a quick bath, when Vamelion brought in the towel, Sammy, nearly screaming, collected himself. He coolly instructed her to leave it on what seemed to be a table.
As Sammy examined the attire he was instructed to wear, it resembled the regal garb of a demon lord, emanating a faint energy that hinted at its mystical nature. Leaving the house, Vamelion guided Sammy towards the ceremony location. Along the way, Sammy sought explanations about the gods, and Vamelion provided brief insights.
Upon arrival, Sammy observed an arena reminiscent of gladiatorial spectacles, with a square stage at the center. Vamelion led him towards what seemed like a mini tower, which turned out to be more massive than expected.
Entering the first floor, Sammy felt the piercing gazes of gods displaying a spectrum of emotions, from hatred to envy. Vamelion explained that the second floor was reserved for the mightiest gods, yet they were directed to the first floor.
"Why am I here?" Sammy questioned, intrigued by the unexpected invitation.
Vamelion responded, "The queen mother said I should bring you here." As they ascended to the second floor, Sammy marveled at the grandeur—a cosmic VIP space. A round table with 22 seats faced large screens displaying the arena. Recognizing some faces from the dinner, Sammy could name a few: Aruara, Zeus, Obatala, Buddha, Hades, Rah, Anubis, Ala, Thor, Poseidon, and the formidable Athena.
As curiosity bubbled within him, Sammy inquired about the guardians standing behind each god's chair. Vamelion whispered, "Those are the gods' champions. Sammy felt the icy stares from almost everyone.
Just then, Aruara's voice echoed, "Sammy, you are late. Sit." She pointed next to her, between her and Thor. Vamelion assumed her position behind Sammy as other champions did.
"Why am I here?" Sammy inquired, loud enough for all the gods to hear.
Hades, his voice resonating with authority, remarked, "You are not supposed to be here. You're only here because Aruara wishes it."
Sammy took a mental note that hades refered to aruara by name.
Aruara, smiling, interjected, "Hades, he's a guest. Can't you just be nice?"
Sammy returned her smile, adding, "So, you guys are the Association of Mighty Gods?"
Thor burst into laughter, whispering to an unknown figure next to him, "I like this one, Odin.
I thought Odin had a golden eye patch or did humans make that up too?" Sammy thought
Aruara silenced the chatter, saying, "Shhh, the show is starting." All attention turned to the screens.
Sammy felt the oppressive energy in the room, realizing that the only reason he felt comfortable was the cloth gifted to him by Aruara. Meanwhile, Vamelion struggled with the energy, though it was something she could handle.
The divine spectacle was about to unfold, not as a comedy show, but as a mesmerizing display of ascension into godhood.
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