The Legend Begins...

==Prologue==
At the top of Mt. Pias, the tallest mountain in the world, Amarga and Davide gathered together. In her left hand, Amarga held a basket of twelve eggs. These were no ordinary eggs, however. Inside, they held the very fabric of the universe. Twelve individuals so powerful they could alter the course of history, derail the space-time continuum, and bring about the end of life itself. 
Honey... Amarga jumped a little, startled by the command and strength in her husband's voice. 
She looked into the eyes of the individual before her. Together, Amarga and Davide brought about the concept of life, and established the boundaries for an eternal universe. However, they had made a deal with Arocles. Their time was done, and the two titans would be forever put to rest. Their legacy would continue in their twelve children, protected by the shell of the eggs in Amarga's basket.
It's time. Davide squeezed his wife's hand. Tears formed at the corner of her eyes.
I can't do this. 
You can, and you will. We don't have another choice. 
I can't give them up. Amarga tightened her grip on the basket handle.
Just then, the ground beneath them started to shake. 
It's Arocles! Davide hugged his wife and screamed.
I said your time is done, Amarga! Let them go! A booming voice sent Amarga and Davide tumbling down the mountain. 
Amarga screamed as the basket was thrust out of her hands, getting caught on a small ledge near the peak of the mountain. Amarga and Davide crashed near the mountain's base, injured to the point where they could no longer move. Amarga quickly scrambled as she crawled over to her now unconscious husband, and cried as she fell in his lap. 
You will pay, Arocles! Her howling voice sent shockwaves across the landscape, triggering an earthquake that caused several large boulders to tumble down the sides of Mt. Pias. Mark my words. My children will one day know the truth!
She was cut off as Mt. Pias collapsed, burying Amarga and her husband under rocky rubble, forming the Himalayan Mountains. Just in the nick of time, Arocles had managed to save Amarga's basket. He peered into it, the fate of the universe resting in his hands. 
Rest easy, my precious. Arocles said, covering the basket with a nearby blanket. Soon enough, you will dominate the whole world! 
==Chapter 1==
===Year 2020===
At the Mt. Pias Temple, the Lovotian gods and goddesses had gathered together for lunch. 
"Yo, can we *please* fucking end this COVID shit?" Loselle pleaded with his brethren at the table. "This is not what we're supposed to be doing!"
Across the table, Seraphina snorted. "You're one to talk about priorities."
"No fucking way, Logan," Antoine chimed in, clasping his hands together and letting his face fall into them. "This is by far the best entertainment I've had in thousands of years."
"All those mortals are to you are just pawns!" Mygas pleaded, pounding her fist on the table.
"Yeah, so what?" Antoine sat up, smile fading. "You use them as models!"
Mygas's face flushed with embarrassment. "And what do you expect me to do as the goddess of fashion?"
"Two thousand years ago the people wore BEDSHEETS as clothes, and now you want to get all high and mighty with me about being the goddess of fashion? Try again."
Mygas leaned against her husband, Jores, trying to cuddle. He ignored her, not looking up from his phone. Just then, Niboul stormed into the room, slamming the door behind her so hard the building shook.
"Ah, what be troubling my beloved today?" Antoine said, trying to hug his wife as she sat down.
"Shut up, whore," Niboul responded, not looking up. "Where the fuck is the food?"
"We were waiting for you," Elizabeta spoke up from down the aisle. "You ought to be more on time."
"Don't you fucking lecture me on priorities, Little Miss Perfect," Niboul snapped at her.
"Someone ought to learn a thing or two from you," Loselle said under his breath. Across the table, Seraphina overheard and responded by blasting him with a shot of fire.
"Watch it!" Loselle screamed.
"Oops," Seraphina said sarcastically, cocking her head and putting on a fake frown.
"That's enough, you two," Antoine said, rubbing his brow. "Now, onto our agenda for the day. First up, all in favor of letting the pandemic continue to rage in the US because it's funny?"
Twelve gods and goddesses raised their hands, minus Carstantine. 
"I don't think this is exactly appropriate, given our positions in the universe," she said candidly. "We should be doing something to protect the mortals, not hurt them."
Antoine paused for a moment, reflecting on Carstantine's comment. However, given his cruel nature and desire to take pleasure in mortal affairs completely collapsing nearly all the time, he rejected his sister's suggestion. 
"Reconsider," Carstantine said firmly, surprising everyone. "You can't base our roles as deities as creating mindless destruction because one country in the world is in dysfunction. And if that's the case, we need to fix it."
Antoine sat straight up, now enraged. "Listen you. Arocles gave us full and complete reign of the mortal world and their affairs. Those idiots down there worship us, but we don't serve them. It's not our purpose. Our purpose is to just keep life going. We weren't told how or what to do, that's up to us. You treat your following however you want. Grant their wishes, make all their dreams come true, I don't give a fuck. But as a table, the majority rules. And if this is what we want, you cannot change it. Accept that. Now, moving on."
"But it's not what we want since it's not one-hundred percent of the majority," Carstantine continued, her rebellious attitude leaving the rest of the table in shock. "For millennia, we've had to castrate and insinuate ruthless torment on the mortals. The trials and tribulations they've been subjected to does not reflect the will Amarga and Davide had when they created the universe we now rule-."
Antoine shot a bolt of lightning at his sister, and horns began protruding from his head, a surefire sign he was working up a fierce wrath. 
"FUCK Amarga and Davide!" Antoine screamed, knocking his dish off the table. "Those fucking backstabbers ABANDONED us. Arocles said they were never coming back; they died cowards and as king I have absolutely no desire to carry out their will. We adhere to Arocles."
Niboul grabbed her husband's scarf, yanking it downwards. "Sit down, Anthony." 
"Anthony, you're missing the point," Carstantine said pointedly. "Amarga and Davide are our parents. We ought to honor and respect that."
"I'm sorry, are you fucking new here?" Antoine spat in disgust, practically foaming at the mouth. "You are dismissed from this meeting, Carstantine. Get out! Get out! GET OUT!"
By now, Niboul had gotten up and was failing spectacularly in trying to get her husband to sit back down. Carstantine, never one to make a scene, slowly got up from her chair and tucked it back under the table, never taking her eyes off Antoine. With a glint of ferocity in her eyes, she pivoted on her heel and quickly walked out of the room. 
"Meeting adjourned," Niboul said, dismissing the others from the table.
==Chapter 2==
Down on earth, chaos reigned as the rapidly developing Hurricane Laura began intensifying, setting its sights on the southwestern Gulf Coast. Antoine's anger often spilled over into the mortal world as potentially catastrophic meteorological events, destroying entire cities and leaving mortals in a state of despair and distress. 
"What a bitch, that Carstantine!" Antoined screamed, raging about the bedroom he shared with Niboul. Niboul, no longer deterred by her husband's rages, sat on her side of the bed, reading a book. "What business does she have in calling out my authority like that?"
Niboul sat her book upside down in her lap, and took a deep breath. "Maybe it has something to do with being your sister? And that, as a goddess and ruler of the infinite universe, that she has a say in how the mortal world functions?" 
Antoine stopped, pivoted on his heel, and turned to face his wife. "Excuse me?"
"Look, it's been the same damn charade for two-thousand years, ever since you brought me into this realm. And I love you. But come on, only you seem oblivious to the fact that the kingdom is seemingly going to function the way you have it for all eternity," Niboul said. "Remember when you wanted the king of France overthrown, and allowed the murderous betrayal of him to happen that set the country into disarray for a decade? Do you really think you're oblivious to that here, in a realm filled with people powerful beyond their wildest dreams?"
Antoine thought about this, normally one not to shy away from a challenge. "I am the most powerful of Amarga and Davide's descendents. Arocles taught me how to consolidate power and how to rule by divine right. If she wants to end up like Emeriah, please let her go and try. I shall not shy away."
"Do what you must," Niboul stated plainly. "But perhaps it's time we paid Arocles a visit."
==Chapter 3==
The following morning, Antoine and Niboul gathered at the Temple of Suprunova, the resting place of the titans who helped form the world. Among them, Arocles' resting place sat at the opposite end of the structure's entrance, sitting atop a pyramid-like monument, anchored by memorials for Amarga and Davide. 
Customary to the tradition of the gods and goddesses paying homage to the titans who granted them their powers, Antoine and Niboul stripped down in the vestibule of the temple and changed into garbs and gowns provided near the main entrance to the memorial room.