Thread: The Godslayer [bonzino and 0The0Midget0]

A bored god was a deadly god. While this was something most humans knew, this was something every god and goddess was well aware of. Hence why they tried to keep themselves preoccupied with other things. Making the occasional small storm, finding a human to seduce or maybe even a goat, or making some kind of land mass to put new people on. But every once in awhile there would be nothing that could help their boredem, and that is when the chaos would begin. Some of the gods and goddess would band together, deciding to put the world that had so lovingly created through hell just because they had nothing better to do. Others remained neutral on the issue, not taking part and not doing anything to stop the madness. And then there were those who tried their hardest to tell the others that the destruction of mankind was a horrible idea and earth and it's residents did nothing to deserve what was coming. But no one listened, so thousands upon thousands upon thousands died for various reasons. Diseases new and old, fires, famines, storms, whatever could be done to put the human race through hell. They didn't know it, but their actions had attracted the attention of a very certain individual that would make them regret their actions. Some had stayed in their realm in hopes of defeating this man, but others had fled to the human world. I think this is the last one for this street, I didn't see any others. Aali yah couldn't help but to frown as the placed the body of a toddler girl on a stack of other bodies. She had spent the day helping villagers round up bodies and disposing of them, finding love ones, and repairing homes. It was a tough job and few wanted to do it, but she was more then glad to help. Not because she got some kind of big arousal from the blood, as some of these so called 'helpers' did, or because she was looking to steal from the houses they went into, but because she felt responsible. No she had not killed these people, nor had she burned homes, raped, or plundered, instead her crime came in a different form. She was a goddess. Not one of the ones who had done this to the people, but one of the ones who had tried to stop it. In her realm she oversaw life, birth, fertility, and crops. Never in her wildest dream would she have even imagined hurting the very people she tried her hardest to provide for assuming another god or goddess didn't get in the way. Even so, her white hair and amber eyes gave away exactly what she was. Some people feared her, others thanked her for trying to help, others despised her. Thank you my grace. An older man would walk up to her, patting her hand softly. Please no, don't call me that. I'm just trying to help how ever I can. Granted, some people would have like to see her use her powers as she could have had this entire town back to normal with the snap of her fingers, but she couldn't do that. There was a very particular individual she was trying to avoid and using her powers would have given him her exact location. But if you don't mind I'm going to change out of these clothes and get something to eat for the night. I'll come find you in the morning. She would look down at herself, she had worn a simple white blouse and brown pants out, both were now red and pink with blood, her face covered in dirt and ash. Waving goodnight to him she would turn around, making her way back to the busier part of town and back to the tavern she stayed at.