"I see maybe it had indeed been our goal, which caused the tension, the deaths. Maybe we were to blame too for the war that took too much."
Moros did not know why exactly sitting down in a patch of grass seemed to cause the entity to dwell on the past, but he welcomed the change compared to yet another speech about goblins or family.
The god-like being, who did not like to be called that, sounded a bit dramatic as it began to think deeply about its issues.
"Perhaps we dreamed too big and placed our ambitions too high. Moros, you must know we too were young back then.The universe was in harmony and the relationship to the new generation of Gods is still a friendly one."
Moros asked himself what exactly he had done wrong, since the entity was about to drop the story of its entire life as it looked into the blue sky. He could not understand what the entity stood to benefit from this.
This was torture and, worst of all, torture he was not paid for.
Not only did he have to sit still, staring holes into the sky and whatever, he now had to listen to the thing rambling like there was no tomorrow.
Moros had mistakenly believed that it would be more exciting to hear a different thing for once. As it turns out, however, he just did not like to hear the being talking at all.
If it went on like this, he could swear that he would be waking up from the sweetest of dreams collecting money soaked in sweat because the narration of the entity would turn the entire thing into a nightmare.
Mercilessly the entity continued to narrate about a past that concerned only 50 percent of the people present.
"It all changed when the Gods desired more. They wanted more power, more say, more souls. We as the old Gods sought compromise; we shared our powers with them…we were naive."
Again, Moros did not ask for this tragic backstory. Did the entity think that he would not take advantage of it simply based on pity due to its sad, sad, sad past?
The entity must still be as naive as it was back then if it thought that Moros would not exploit it in the name of money. Feelings have no place in the world of finance.
Everyone was a shark in a small pond and only the biggest ones got to eat.
"It is known that more will never be enough. We gave until we had nothing left to give, we compromised until there was nothing to compromise on. If one has nothing left to offer…then we were simply not needed anymore."
Moros knew that feeling too well, he had been cheated like that once too. Since that moment it had always been cash upfront…being nice only leads people to think of you as a doormat, leading them to believe that they could do anything.
History is full of nice people having been done dirty by scumbags.
Moros was therefore not a nice person, he was business-oriented. If people wanted something from him, he would want something from them too. Being too nice does not give you food, it just gives you a target on your back.
"Then came the war, our few remaining followers versus theirs. I certainly do not have to tell you its outcome. They were slaughtered, banished, enslaved. We old Gods were erased from the history, from the mind of people itself."
From the corner of his eyes, Moros saw a goblin approaching. The goblin grinned with sadistic intent as it walked closer to the body of Moros, who was busily staring into the sky.
"Now the gods act as if we have never existed, living large and portraying themselves as the mighty, glamorous beings that have ruled ever since the creation of time. While we, the old ones, spent our time away in hiding, plotting our revenge like rats."
Even in that lengthy monologue, the entity surely did take notice of the goblin that came closer and closer, right? Moros would not have to inform it that the goblin coming into stabbing range was not exactly an ideal development right?
He was just a bit concerned because that green thing came closer and closer, while the entity was still not reacting to it in the slightest.
"So you are right, Moros. Our dreams have never been realistic, we dreamed of a peaceful coexistence with existences that wanted to rule."
There was another goblin that came from the opposite side of the first goblin, its intentions were obvious, Moros spotted him too from the corner of his eyes.
Two goblins were certainly not a problem for the entity, though Moros slowly got nervous, seeing its head currently thinking about every other thing, but not about the danger that was approaching from two sides now.
He reassured himself that such a strong creature having lived for aeons now, would see this kind of thing and would react accordingly in time.
"I am thankful that we met, you humans have a fun way of looking at things."
"I do not wish to alarm you, but there are 2 goblins coming closer and closer. The right one already has its weapons drawn. I am certain that you saw them, but this was done for the unlikely event that you didn't."
As always, the entity did not pay any attention to what Moros said. To the old god, it was background noise, it early learned to suppress to preserve its own sanity.
Otherwise, it could not operate his body with the peace and fine control needed. Adjusting its powers was a hard endeavour, which needed a lot of thought else this body might collapse!
"I really do hope that you are aware of this, but the goblin to your left has already taken our spear and the right is merely two steps away. I really, really, really would appreciate it, if you just got rid of them now before I get a heart attack here!"
The clouds looked lovingly to the entity, it had been ages since it just could dwell on things again. Too much had happened in the past and too much would happen in the future.
Though with Moros' body, it had that feeling that they could change things for the better. With the abilities of its strange host and the powers his body held, there was nothing that could go wrong.
"Dearest entity, Sir. I hope this message finds you well. Two evil-doers are currently planning evil things. One of them is to your leftmost side, the other to your rightern side. AND THEY BOTH WANT TO STAB YOU, DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!!!!"
The old god looked back into the sky and was reminded of the better days. Back then it had followers that revered it without a shred of doubt.
Even the enemies it had were well-mannered. None of them took his weapons or tried to sneak upon him as it had been dreaming like it was fashionable today, it seems.
His family had really lost a lot of manners over his absence. What happened to basic etiquette, it wondered?
"Can one really not think for a second here? One yaps too much and can not stay quiet to save his life. And my family wishes to shed the blood of the only host we have found so far! I really should educate them…"
Moros felt happy, his cries for help had been heard or conveniently ignored till there was no time anymore to do so. After all, goblins were great if they were dead.
The entity casually rolled to the right, dodging the sword that penetrated the ground deeply. Staring into the eyes of the goblin, a look of disappointment was given by the parent that has had enough of its children and their tantrums.
The strike of the spear was blocked with one hand, not even looking back at the goblin that attempted to be a naughty child by wielding what was not its possession.
Moros was left shocked, really. The spear did not care for Gods, humans or goblins; it simply liked to run its electricity through everything that touched it. Yet, the thing operating Moros did not care about that energy one bit.
It simply took the spear and then threw it back without even looking back once. The outcome was a brat that had been incinerated to its core, till there was nothing left, but a soul that was willing to join the family.
As for the other goblin, the one that fearlessly returned the gaze of the entity, it was still rather busy in its endeavour to stab and cut the life out of the human that stood before it.
Moros praised its will to commitment! These goblins might not be smart, good-looking, well-dressed, nice, smelling well, or any other positive attribute, but they were creatures committed to fighting whatever was before them.
Sadly, it did not matter too much as any fighting spirit needed a head or a heart to work. Things that the entity gladly removed just a few seconds prior.
The right goblin thus ran forward, pushing its feet to the ground─ready to use its last remaining strength to seriously injure Moros.
Its legs pushed into the ground, its body shot forward and with the last bit of its strength, it stabbed the body deep into the throat. Causing the entity to be highly confused…
That, of course, did not happen and the goblin fell to the floor and was dead!
Yet, there was that slight nagging feeling, this was not over!