The Shadow Of The Ice Kingdom
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Part 7: When God's Compete -
A ten foot tall being sits on a large black throne made of rose bushes. The thorns on the chair were sharp and maintained by the servants of the being. The guy grabs a chalice, grips the stem, then drinks from the chalice. He sets it down, stands up, growing taller than a hundred thousand feet tall. He shrinks down to six feet three inches, "I think I will visit the planet Loama. I want to see the progress that my servants have made." As he grows back to ten feet tall, a being standing around his height forcefully pushes open two doors that are thirty miles tall, six miles thick, and twelve miles wide. A man walked into the room as four other people followed from behind each one standing at ten feet in height, "Malthus! What games are you playing on Loama? Answer now!" He stands up again, "Valcia, Valci my elder brother, is this how to speak to your own sibling, after all our mother and father would create another universe sized explosion by smacking you across that disrespectful face and attitude, especially if we don't act well mannered towards one another." Valcia approaches, grabs Malthus by the collar, lifts him up, then throws him to the ground like a stuffed animal made out of cloth. He holds out his hand, "Malthus, order has been disrupted on the planet Loama. I am incharge of maintaining everything that our parents have created. I know that your job is one of destruction and chaos. Our roles are both equally important, but you can't just go around having your warrior servants create wars and death outside of our job positions, that as we all know clearly, was granted to us by our parents. They will replace you, me and or all of us after erasing us from existence!" Malthus sits down on his throne, "I know, I know brother, I am, yes I am playing around with mortals on a specific planet. It gets so boring watching them and creating squirmishes. I have a history of instigating mass genocide from war, and corruption. My job is to create chaos to destroy the old things so you can create the new order. This planet is boring, they have not made any technical advances in technology, I watched the humans on other planets , they used chaos as a means for advancing their technologies. I had no influence placed on the humans, they fought war after war, each stuck competing to be more technologically better than the others. But, on planet Loama, it is a different outcome. Both these planets and creatures residing on them, have been around for exactly the same amount of time, but only one is advancing at an exponentially faster rate." A deity in a robe speaks up, "Brothers, may I help to quell the tensions a bit? We can let this play out, but I would like to bet on champions, warriors that will compete for creating a more technologically advanced society. Malthus, you want to speed up the civilizations to be more scientifically advanced. Valcia, elder brother, you want to have them develop with little to no interactions between us the gods of the universe, and the mortals who are meant to be strange anomalies created by accident through our parents sexual intercourse that created the forty-two universes. They are like siblings to us, but more like pets. I want to have the direction go towards technological, moral, and through the power of mana. Yes advances in science are great but I believe that a balance is needed. We can't compete using different planet inhabitants, but I propose we compete with Loaman warriors as our champions." Malthus laughs, "Hahahaha, yes, this sounds great. I already, as Arkana, Valcia and everyone else is aware of, a warrior secretly tasked with spreading war death, and utter madness on a continent on Loama. My warrior is named Brett Travosita. He has a little bit of magical mana granted to him. Yes, Arkana, I know magic is your realm, and that is probably why you spoke up on this family matter. We all have mana, mana is natural for us, granting it to chosen mortals is something is not frowned upon, but it was not my job's role to just give mortals that lacked the natural mana abilities, unlike those who are on a planet that is overwhelmed with magical studies. Loama, this is a planet that is stuck, it has potential to be anything. They could further advance their physics, or they can advance the study on manipulating mana, artistic creative studies, and lastly, they can be devotees to theocratic studies. My champion represents using chaos, fear, and for the survival of the most technologically advanced civilization, to control the fate of Loama. Now, any of you deities want a champion to challenge my own? Bring it on!" The group of deities left the room as Malthus sips on his drink with a huge smirk on his face. He sets the chalice down, "Yes, bring it on. This is going according to my own plan. Arkana thinks he is so intelligent and wise, Valcia is so prideful of his job position, he just wants to impress our mother and father. He thinks that interfering too much will cause disorder through attempting to implement a form of pure order. He tried it during the beginning of this universe, when we were all just a few years old. The mortals have freewill, over time they can resist our influences. They begin to take what gifts we granted them, and further innovate the gifts we grant them, making them far better than us, the gods of this universe. I am curious on how mortals operate. I wish I was in charge of the rules of the universe. Why does he get to be the one to write the rules of the universe, we can break them if we choose, but our father and mother will punish us if we don't follow their set laws for the multiverse."
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