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"And lastly…." Scronos continued with a growl. "Be careful of what you wish for." His dark eyes, showing nothing but darkness yet filled with emotion, turned to Rumius, slightly narrowed.
“Yes, I know,” The king hissed again. “Don’t wish for anything too grand and not too sparingly or she’ll explode. Got it.”
"Would you hush, boy!" Scronos growled through gritted teeth, darkness curling and spewing from his form, reaching out to consume Rumius.
Rumius growled back, ignoring the darkness. By now, he disn’t care wether the Gods consumed him or not. Better dealing with a hateful kingdom and a useless Wish Granter.
Scronos was just about ready to obliterate him, but he remembered his oath. He would not harm the things of the day. They were not his to harm, they were his sister's.
"Listen here, boy. I can retract all help that I offer and leave you with my sister, your kingdom will rot, and I will not lose any rest. Now, do you want my help or not?"
“Of course I want you help. You are a god and I care about my people,” He growled angrily through his teeth, keeping his gaze down on the ground, his footsteps falling hard and angry.
"Then stop acting like a spoiled brat and hush!" Scronos pointed a finger at him. He was grateful for his own obedient children as he looked at the young mortal, still a mere child.
It’s rather hard when you’re belittling me by telling me stuff I already know! He thought fiercely, but glowered at the ground, gritting his teeth.
Scronos watched him for a moment longer and then continued with a sigh. "Now, where was I- Oh! Yes. She will learn you, who you are, your likes and dislikes, she will find them out. Don't be afraid of it, it's to better her work, it's to better you. And keep this in mind: She is powerful. Don't forget that in babe behavior. You are to wield her like a weapon when she is ready."
“So how long would I have to wait to use her?” He knew it sounded rough and angry, but that’s exactly what he felt towards the God.
"Until she is ready. You'll know." Scronos said. He continued down the steps and into the garden. "Come, there are others that wish to bestow you with their…..blessing."
((This is when his sister and the god of war come in.))
(Oh okay! Just a couple questions tho
(( Yes and usual something foreign sounding, believe it or not, the names I come up with are random.))
(Sweet. And alrighttttttt… is it okay if I use something Italian/Greek/Roman root-type name?)
((Sure!))
(Thankies! Let me find names….)
((Okay!))
(Alright does Solmarum for his sister and Amrus for Time sound good?)
((Yea thats fine!))
(Neatooooooo let me type out something.)
(Also what will they be doing? How will they be giving him their blessing?)
((Just speaking with him, words of encouragement and stuff like that. Metaphorical blessings, nothing literal.)
(Alright!)
Solmarum turned away from a haughty-looking God with lank blond hair. The sister of the God of Night was a beautiful bejeweled woman with gleaming white hair and matching eyes. Her dress was floaty and light, and one could almost see her breasts in the transparency of it.
Amrus was a mortal-looking type God, with lack pants with a ripped robe for his shirt. He had clocks strung about his body, and his eyes seemed to be a pair of metronomes clicking together.
Solmarum jogged up to her brother, smiling. "Hello, brother!"
Ignisi sauntered towards the growing group, a sword of radiating fire at his side, dark helmet tucked beneath his arm. He clapped a fiery red hand on Scronos's shoulder and he smiled. Ignisi was his closest friend, a brother on most days. Scronos took his sister's hand and kissed it gently. They were on good terms today.
"Sister, mine. This, as you may know, is the Chosen, King Marumius Scweldoe."
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