Palace of the Space God…
The grand hall of the Space God’s palace shone under the soft light of countless pearls suspended in the air, their faint glow casting serenity against the polished obsidian floors.
At the center of the room, a circular table gleamed, filled with delicacies and goblets of celestial wine.
The Poison God reclined in a high-backed chair, swirling his goblet lazily, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. Opposite him sat the Space God and his wife, a graceful woman with flowing silver hair and piercing eyes that seemed to pierce through anyone’s thoughts.
“To a fruitful alliance,” the Space God said, raising his goblet as a toast.
His wife smiled, her voice dripping with charm as she addressed the Poison God.
“We truly must thank you, dear Poison God, for your unwavering support during the gathering at the Milk Sea. Your presence added weight to our stance, and your words were… quite effective. Because of your support, we stopped Kent’s coronation successfully.”
The Poison God chuckled, setting his goblet down. “Ah, dear lady, I merely spoke what was necessary. I am no friend to this human Kent. The idea of someone from the lower realms standing equal to us as a demi-god? Preposterous. It was only natural for me to oppose such an absurdity.”
The Space God tilted his head, a sly smile playing on his lips. “You play your role well, old friend, but let us not indulge in pretenses. Speak the truth for once—what truly drives you against Kent?”
The Poison God froze for a moment before a slow grin spread across his face. “Ah, Space God, you always had a knack for seeing through masks. Very well, I’ll admit it.” He leaned forward, his voice dropping into a conspiratorial tone.
“It’s not just about Kent becoming a demi-god. That boy… that mortal has achieved something I have sought for centuries. He found the antidote to the Eternal Lunar Poison—the one poison even I couldn’t master. Do you know what that means?”
The Space God arched an eyebrow, feigning curiosity. “Enlighten us.”
“It means,” the Poison God hissed, his eyes narrowing, “he’s already surpassed me in the realm of poisons. If I let him live, it’s only a matter of time before his knowledge overshadows mine entirely. That is a humiliation I cannot allow.”
The Space God’s wife raised her glass, her eyes sparkling with intrigue. “So, you plan to eliminate him? How poetic.”
The Poison God leaned back in his chair, his smile widening. “Oh, not just poetic—inevitable. Kent may have gained the favor of the gods, but he’s still mortal at heart. Mortals bleed, mortals die easily. And I will make sure his end is swift and unforgettable.”
The Space God clicked his goblet against the Poison God’s, his smile turning predatory. “Good. He’s the War God’s faith, after all. Without Kent, the War God’s plans will crumble.”
At the mention of the War God, the Space God’s wife’s expression darkened. “What about the War God himself?” she asked, her voice sharp. “His ambition to become an Old God threatens us all. If he succeeds, we’ll be left waiting for centuries while he consolidates power. That’s unacceptable.”
The Poison God nodded, his smile fading into a serious expression. “Stopping the War God is must. The calamity of the Nine Realms is the perfect opportunity to derail his ascension. If he fails to control the chaos, his chances of becoming an Old God will vanish.”
The Space God leaned forward, his voice low and calculated. “I’ve already set things in motion. Jason Mama, the most powerful figure in the Nine Realms, is my loyal disciple. He’s ambitious, cunning, and utterly devoted to me. With my guidance, he’ll keep the War God entangled in this war for as long as necessary.”
The Poison God chuckled darkly. “Jason Mama, hmm? A fine pawn. And what of the demi-gods? Do we have allies among them?”
The Space God tapped his chin thoughtfully. “A few, yes. The Shadow God, for one, has no love for the War God. The Flame God, too, harbors a grudge after their last confrontation. They’ll support us in undermining him, though they’ll never admit it outright.”
The Poison God’s smile returned. “Good. Divide and conquer, as always. And as for Kent…” His expression turned sinister. “I’ll handle him personally. His death will not only weaken the War God but serve as a message to anyone who dares to challenge our superiority.”
The Space God’s wife raised her goblet again, her voice filled with dark amusement. “To the end of Kent and the fall of the War God. May their ambitions burn in the fire of their own arrogance.”
They clinked their glasses, the sound echoing through the hall like the toll of a death knell.
After the toast, the Poison God leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I’ve already begun preparations for Kent’s demise. So, be ready to creat a fake drama for his death.”
The Space God smirked. “And when do you plan to strike?”
The Poison God’s eyes gleamed. “Soon. Very soon. Let him bask in his little victories for now. It will make his fall all the more satisfying.”
The Space God’s wife tilted her head, a sly smile playing on her lips. “You truly are a master of your craft. But tell me, Poison God, do you ever tire of playing these games?”
The Poison God laughed, a low, menacing sound. “Games are what keep me alive, dear lady. And when I win, the rewards are always worth it.”
The Space God nodded, his expression turning serious. “Just remember, Poison God, the stakes are higher than ever. If we fail to stop the War God now, it could spell the end of everything we’ve worked for.”
The Poison God raised his glass one last time. “Then we won’t fail. The War God, Kent, and all who stand in our way will fall. This, I swear.”
The three conspirators sat in silence for a moment, their expressions grim but resolute. The Poison God’s laughter broke the silence, a chilling sound that echoed through the hall.
“Let the War God have his grand dreams,” he said, his voice dripping with malice. “Let Kent think he’s invincible. In the end, they’ll all bow to us—or they’ll perish.”
The Space God and his wife exchanged a glance, their smiles mirroring his. “To victory,” the Space God said, raising his glass.
“To victory,” the Poison God echoed, his eyes blazing with dark determination.
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Tq 😉
