An awkward silence rang through the heavenly space as he blurted the words out. The mighty gods looked at Thawne in disdain, and others sighed from the child's ignorance.
Hera was one of the gods whose annoyance had reached the limit, and she shrugged at the thought of it. Pinning out such a flaw had repercussions, and that spurred the diffident side of Zeus.
Leaning to the side, the leader of the gods whispered into his wife's ear. The others sighed at the sight of that, and Poseidon heaved his head downwards in discontent.
"Honey, didn't you put the wig on my head?", Zeus questioned.
"I forgot. Besides only the children of Gaia know you have that cleanly brushed hair. Tsk, he might be a reincarnated soul.", Hera shrugged.
"You never forget to place the illusion on my head. Just what is the problem today?", Zeus pestered.
"Because it consumes too much mana, and all you think about is your stupid hair ugh! When was the last time you strolled through the garden of Holmes with me, huh?", Hera scolded.
"Not this again. I will do that soon, perhaps after today but just give my hair back please.", Zeus begged.
"No!! I'm sick and tired of tolerating that hair-swaying attitude of yours. In the morning, afternoon, night, dawn, and even in the bath, Zeus. What kind of an addiction do you have with it that you can't see my beauty.", Hera asserted.
"Here we go again. When is this going to end??", Poseidon sighed.
"Ohh family drama, I like that", Thawne chuckled.
The gods turned towards him awkwardly once more, and the third of the three brothers waved his finger at Thawne. Looking at them in ignorance, Thawne shrugged with a notion of him not being offensive.
"No offense, come on. Who doesn't love family drama Aargh!!!"
Falling through a hole beneath, Thawne screamed as he descended. His screams of uncertainty filled the void, and after a few seconds, Woodlock found himself in the room of statues.
The child brushed off the dust from his body and grinned with an annoyed demeanor. The constant tricks had finally hit his limit, and in anger, he yelled at the statues.
"Can't you just give me a sign before you drop me in that thing, you crazy bastards? Don't you know blood pressure is a thing, ugh. Got me on the verge of death for no reason at all tsk!"
Strutting around the room of statues, Thawne recollected his memories from his past life. He was excited to see the gods of myth, however, that was overshadowed by the disgust of Zeus's baldness.
"Anyways, how long are they going to take? Master Shen did tell me about the blessings of the gods, but he never mentioned it was the Greek ones. There's a lot of questions hanging around these, but who am I to care"
"As long as I will become the Eldritch flame, I will run into the depths of hell to kill those bastards."
"Huh, no no no no!!"
The blackhole dragged him through again, yet this time his descent wasn't accompanied by screams. Rising from the plated ground made white, the lad panted heavily for air.
"Can't you build an elevator or something, tsk. I don't do well with heights argh!", Thawne complained.
"Thawne Woodlock of the county of Blackia. Your time for battle has arrived. Given your recent accomplishments of slaying a Dreadmourn, you have been chosen to be a part of the blessed."
Woodlock's arrogant attitude grew pale after hearing those words of weight. Like a boulder, they lay heavy on his mind yet calm like the winds of Olympus.
Given this, he looked ahead, and with admiration for the king of gods, the lad knelt. The wavy hair of Zeus with dazzling light captivated Thawne, and Hera smirked at the thought of it.
"Born of Gaia, you were chosen to live again in a much more stable world. But the tides of fate were too cruel, and as such you reincarnated into the third realm."
"The battle between dreadmourns has dragged on for over a thousand years, yet our strength couldn't hold all which came at us. In that disparity, the gates blasted open, and in the dawn of the night they descended."
"You who have been chosen by the gods given your courage and determination will now be blessed by the god which favors you.", Zeus proclaimed.
The room suddenly grew silent, and the gods murmured amongst themselves in the thought of choosing. It grew hectic with debates in a few minutes, and after a while, the noise descended calmly.
"In an evaluation of your capabilities so far, the gods have each receded in their tasks. Picking a child with no affinity with magic is a loss for each wielder."
"As such you shall be offered the blessings of the other gods since the twelve seats have no use for you. It is truly a shame, although your abilities of survival proved useful.", Zeus shrugged.
Thawne shook at the thought of it and drew back in disbelief. They labeled him as a lost cause and hence preferred he should be granted the power of the lower gods out of pity.
The words from Zeus took a heavy toll on him, and his dreams of becoming the next Eldritch flame grew hazy. In certainty, he approached the gods in a few meters and clenched his chest firmly.
"I…. I can prove to be useful. I have to become the next Eldritch flame, so please grant me your blessings. It's a promise I made, and the only source of hope I can attain is from you!!", Thawne gasped.
Shaking his head in contempt, Zeus shrugged at the thought of it. To be blessed by the twelve ranked gods, you would have to be blessed with a high quantity of mana.
Thawne's mana capacity was too low for the gods to pick him, and his constant requests made him look pathetic.
"Becoming the next Eldritch flame is something you cannot simply become. The condition for that is killing a million dreadmourns and the highest ranked on par with gods. It is impossible for one with your capabilities.", Zeus affirmed.
The silence rang loudly within the ears of Thawne, and in a depressed mood, he clenched his fists tightly. After a few seconds, Woodlock gave up on his dream, but a voice from one of the thrones startled him.
"What if I made it possible."
"Hades??", Zeus gasped.