"When Gods fight, mortals suffer. But no one expected that such words could one day be inverted." Thoughts of the God of Many Faces observing the Divine War.
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"My emperor, do you think they will return quickly?" Sanguinius asked curiously. Although he didn't know the environment of the Dimension of the Gods, he presumed it would be an extremely large place. A god could easily hide if he wanted to.
"Why do you think the God of Death was the fastest? He clearly had already prepared a target beforehand." Aenar replied with an amused smile. "Don't underestimate these gods with tens of thousands of years, they are cunning and cruel foxes."
Sanguinius showed a sarcastic look hearing this, it was clear that the God of Death wanted to kneel to the Emperor much earlier. He estimated that even the fight he had with a God of Death was just a staging to not alarm the prey that the God of Many Faces chose.
Ten minutes later the body that was once lifeless, rose and knelt before Aenar. The God of Death said nothing and a rift in space opened, a head rolled on the ground and soon after, a heart fell into the hands of the body that the God of Many Faces was possessing.
The head had clear characteristics of someone from Dothraki, surprising Aenar. He looked curiously at the head and estimated that it was the Horse God, worshipped by the Dothraki.
Looking at the still incredulous appearance of the god, Aenar could imagine that the Horse God never in his wildest dreams thought he was in the sights of the most cunning god in Essos.
"You are really cunning, but I like that." Aenar said with a satisfied look as he picked up the God's head, looking with a curious gaze. It was the first god he saw in flesh and blood. Golden blood still dripped on the ground while the Horse God's eyes seemed to move for an instant.
"He is not completely dead yet, My Emperor. Because of his myth, the Horse God's Authority is in the heart, if your Grace devours his heart, you can take his place and completely kill the Horse God's last hope of reviving." The God of Death said with a submissive smile as he handed over the heart, which looked more like a brown jewel.
Aenar looked at the heart and narrowed his eyes, he looked at the God of Death with a smile. "You can keep it, treat this as a reward for your act of loyalty." He said with a calm, yet gentler tone.
The God of Death's eyes widened hearing Aenar's words. This was an Authority, not bread you gave to a beggar! If a mortal devoured it, he would become a god directly!
However, here he was, being rewarded with an authority. The God of Death was still incredulous. He himself knew the difficulty of killing the Horse God in such a short time. It was months of planning, just to lower the Horse God's guard, before finally killing him in a quick and deadly fight.
"Although others may call you my dog, my dogs are well fed." Aenar said with a calm tone. Without any greed for the opportunity to be a god so close to him.
He wanted more, becoming a mere god would not make him stronger, but it would strengthen his control over the human population, but he didn't need that at this moment. After all, even the gods were defenseless before the Gods of Chaos, so Aenar had no expectation of being a god.
Hearing Aenar's words, the God of Death beat his chest and spoke with a tone full of heroism and loyalty. "Don't worry, my Emperor, I will defend humanity with my life."
The Primarchs were speechless at the God of Death's shamelessness. Sanguinius spat on the ground, hearing the God of Death's words, there was only the purest contempt for the god.
Protect humanity? You started the Long Night and eliminated more than 70% of the human population!!!
Sanguinius presumed it would take hundreds of years for the planet to return to its former glory. The Primarch of the Blood Angels Legion wanted to tear that damned god's body again.
The God of Death looked at Sanguinius and smiled gently, without any dissatisfaction or even any resentment regarding the fight in the Black and White House in the Free City of Braavos.
The God of Many Faces was not stupid enough to anger the Primarchs, tens of thousands of years of experience was not something a child like Sanguinius could have in a short time.
The God of Death could even be Aenar's dog, he could ignore Sanguinius as if he didn't exist, regardless of the young warrior's contemptuous behavior.
Sanguinius noticed this and snorted coldly, looking at the God of Death with an icy gaze. Unfortunately, from this day on, he would have to fight alongside this filthy worm.
Aenar shook his head and smiled, patiently waiting for the real fight to begin. The gods were afraid to advance towards him, but he knew better than anyone that they would eventually advance, as that was the only way to overthrow him from the throne.
Looking at the God of Death, Aenar asked with a calm tone. "What was the result of the negotiations with the gods of chaos?"
"I don't know, my Emperor." The God of Death replied, shaking his head, indicating that he didn't know. "I didn't dare to go to the Immaterium to find the Gods of Chaos.
As someone who valued life more than anything, the God of Death preferred to commit suicide than to enter the Immaterium. He personally saw the result of the God of Seven Faces when he was corrupted by Psychic Energy.
Mere seconds made the God of Seven Faces turn into a slave for all eternity, a great God who was practically at the peak of the divine hierarchy was transformed into a slave in a mere instant. That was so shocking that he decided to switch sides.
He realized that, as long as Aenar had control over the Immaterium Energy, they, the gods, would die sooner or later. Psychic Energy was especially poisonous to the gods, it seemed that this was the flaw that the universe gave to the gods.
Aenar showed a thoughtful look hearing the God of Death's words. He narrowed his eyes and increased his caution to the maximum. With the crazy mind of the Gods of Chaos, he could expect anything, including even seeing the gods transforming into Demons.
Honestly, Aenar presumed that the Gods would be betrayed without any surprise by the Gods of Chaos, it was something so obvious that he would not be surprised if such a thing really happened.
Again, only someone stupid would dare to make a deal with a God of Chaos, much less with three of them! It was the same as having your death sentence declared. The unknowns were only when and where.
While Aenar thought, the God of Many Faces simply began to devour the Horse God's heart, his teeth tore the flesh with voracity and golden blood stained his chin while he showed an intoxicated expression, as if he were eating the most delicious food in the world.
The Primarchs' expressions showed disgust and repulsion with the wild, even insane actions of the God of Death. That didn't look like a god, but a cannibal delighting in the taste of human flesh.
It was simply disgusting to the extreme to see this scene. Sanguinius didn't hesitate and spoke with a tone full of disgust. "You are an animal that cannot control your own reason and mind."
The God of Many Faces finished eating and smiled, showing his teeth stained with the golden blood of the gods, as well as around his mouth. He laughed and licked his fingers, disgustingly cleaning the residual blood on his fingers.
"You are not a god and you don't understand this taste, My Lord." Said the God with a tone full of happiness, feeling a new authority being born in his body within the Dimension of the Gods.
"It's as if every part of your body is celebrating, every little piece of it jumping with joy and satiety. This feeling is so good that sex is nothing more than something trivial." He said, looking at Aenar with an increasingly excited look, waiting for orders for him to kill more gods to delight himself even more.
Aenar looked at the God of Many Faces and saw that the god was a little insane. Obviously, devouring another god was not without disadvantages. If a god devoured many gods, he probably wouldn't be different from any god of chaos.
But, the gods would never let such an individual live long, obviously no one wanted a madman conspiring in the shadows to devour. Aenar estimated that when such a god showed that he wanted to devour gods, these gods would unite and kill that god in question.
Looking at the increasingly insane look of the God of Death, Aenar presumed that this god should not live much longer. He didn't want a mad god around him, hindering his plans.
Some hours passed and two figures appeared before him.
It was the Weeping Goddess of Lys and the Night Lion of Yi Ti, both also holding two heads.
One also held an eye and the other held an arm...
Aenar looked with disgust at the crystallized authorities in the form of organs, wasn't there any normal myth?
The God of Death licked his lips seeing the two items, as if he was eager to taste something delicious.
"These are your rewards." Aenar looked at the heads of the dead gods and didn't recognize any of them, but that was normal. Essos was huge and had hundreds of minor gods and a dozen great gods.
The Goddess of Lys showed a surprised look and put away the eye while looking at the God of Death with a cold look. Seeing the blood around his mouth and the greedy look, she already knew what happened.
The Night Lion did the same thing, he put away the arm and waited for Aenar's new orders.
Suddenly, Aenar felt the gazes return, he smiled and knew that the war was about to begin.
He held his sword, Lady Lya, and patiently waited for the war to begin.
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