Damian & the Gods

Damian stands in the Living Terrain, rubbing his chin. He looked at his watch again, tsking as he did. "Why must they always be so damn late?" Damian mumbled to himself, his eyes closed from the sandstorm that whirled around him. Then seven lights came from the sky and crashed into the ground around Damian. As the lights died, six beings stood from the small cratuers. "Sa'han. Highyr. Harro. Gren. Nekron. Diesi. Good evening." Damian greeted them.


Nekron; What is the meaning of this, son of Satan? What have you summoned the Gods for?

Damian; Well, there is a valid reason for this. Are you all willing to listen?

The six beings remained quiet.


Sa'han; Then speak on this matter, boy.

Damian; Well, I feel that this world is unruly. I mean Highyr, you should have been able to see the events even from Xza.


Highyr; He has a point. This world is full of absent-minded mortal creatures.

Sa'han; Really? And why should we, the Gods of Xza, care for this feeble planet?

Damian winced, the word feeble leaving a knot in his stomach. Harro swung his hammer over his shoulder, the bladed end pointing to the sky.


Harro; Brethern, I, as acting God of Storms, vote we stay here. Providing order will be vital for the survival.

Nekron; I, Nekron, as the acting God of Death, and Diesi, my reaper of souls, too shall stay here. This world needs Gods.

Gren rubbed his chin, his eyes closed and he was humming an unfamiliar tune.


Gren; As the God of Wisdom, I do not think it would be best for this world.

Highyr; But, I foresee no problem or conflict due to our presence, so God of Wisdom, you misjudge the decision before it is made. Sa'Han?

Sa'Han; It is decided, we shall take shelter on this planet. However, we must return to our home and converse with the rest of our Pantheon before the decision is truly final.

Damian smiles, bringing his hands together to a clap. Damian reached for Sa'han's hand.

Damian; Well, whatever your choice, I'll appreciate and understand it, my friends.

Damian's smile would begin to falter as he felt the pull of a familiar presence brewing.


Diesi; What is that expression for, son of Satan?

Damian looked at the flaming headed being, his face turned up.

Damian; Nothing, Diesi.