CHAPTER TWENTY - 379 years spent waiting for a parade of douchebags
"Power? And why would we do that? We don't care whether humans die or not." Frsk Sfsn scoffed, shifting in his throne.
"Of course, you don't, but currently, as far as I can see, the Angels aren't fully under your control. Who do you think is going to die after the humans? The gods. You're not immortal." I said, crossing my arms. Now all the gods were studying me. "What's your purpose, child?" Frsk Sfsn asked, tone cold. "I want to save my empire," I replied curtly. The gods were now talking in whispers and hushed tones.
"Honestly, this entire thing could have been prevented from that start. You should have better control over your disciples." I sighed. It took me 379 years to talk to these douchebags?! Ah, what a blow to my pride.
"Alright. What do you want?" The god asked, and I held up my palm. "I want to have the gift of tongues, please!" I said with delight. Yay, freebies!
Frsk Sfsn nodded. "Then you shall have it. I will believe you, for now, mortal."
"You are our last hope."