206 A Delicious Banquet II

The Earth, Mount Olympus.

Three months had transcurred and the Fallen God Faction hadn't been playing games; they developed themselves into a powerhouse composed of all sorts of magnificent deities, there was no entrance fee, only one requirement; to hate the devils and desire their extermination.

The initial members were Nyx, Azrael, Erebus and Parvati. Or better said, out of all the main gods that had originally formed this faction, only they remained.

Loki and Hela had betrayed them and are now allied with Rizevim.

Hades, Thanatos, Angra Mainyu, Tartarus, Shiva, Thor and Surtr were gone in a short amount of time and under extremely tragic circumstances. The latest to die was the God of Thunder, mercilessly slaughtered by his ex-lover, Aphrodite who had not only ended him but also steamrolled her other lovers such as Ares and the Chinese Jade Emperor, effectively becoming the goddess in this world whose head was the most pricey.

She had gone from delightful sunflower into a bloody mary whose past lovers were all either dead or disappeared. The only one relatively 'safe' was Hephaestus and that was because of his relationship with the Lucifuge Clan something that even Aphrodite didn't dare trespass.

She was such an enemy of the supernatural world that Nyx had to sigh and ban her from ever entering any premise of the Fallen God Faction, something that the Goddess of Sex seemingly took as a joke.

'Aphrodite, leave...'

'Why must I leave?~ we created this together Nyx, don't be so bad'.

'I don't know what you are, but you're not Aphrodite, what do you want from us?!'

...

This time there was a particular occasion that guaranteed a banquet. In the middle of the massive table were the two guests of honours and leaders of the faction.

The Primordial Goddess of the Night, Nyx had her glorious butt sitting on the chair of honour of olympus, but she wasn't peaceful at all.

She didn't understand why or how. But behind her, leaning on her shoulders was an invisible Aphrodite, the one and only enemy of the gods, a threat so bad that if she were to uncover herself, all gods present in this banquet wouldn't think twice before piercing her skull.

'I already told you what I want~ you and the girl, together with me in the Lucifuge Territory, I wish to give my master the best spectacle'.

'I'm not giving you Ingvild just so you can lead the three of us to our deaths, whatever you are... you shouldn't try to enrage that dragon'.

'I know what he is better than you, Nyx... so you better come together with me and bring Ingvild whose mind you're controlling, or I will slaughter everyone here~'

!!!

'Y-You can control Aphrodite, what stops you from controlling me and Ingvild as well?'

'The fact that you are already wary of me while the girl is already under your control. Unless I bring my main body into this world, I can't do that... why waste my time when we can both profit from this? you give me what I want and I will make sure my master becomes fond of you, when the time comes you shall have a nice little shelter under the Golden Dragon's wings... you, I and the girl, his little sluts~ might and power to our disposal at any point, moreover... he's also way cuter than you think, once he has fallen for you, he will do anything you request him~'

'T-That disgustingly lewd part of yours doesn't seem to have changed'.

Nyx decided to ignore her words for now, especially the last part, she didn't think Aphrodite knew him that well or was even high enough in his 'hierarchy' to obtain that privilege. Nevertheless, she couldn't deny she was tempted. Merely, even if she wished to have a relationship with the dragon, it wasn't one of servitude or as his 'pet'.

Unlike the depraved goddess, Nyx desired equality and she wouldn't just help Aphrodite get all the points by using her trump card, Ingvild Leviathan.

The Goddess of Sex giggled, knowing that Nyx wouldn't come to a conclusion tonight, 'I shall wait for your response, come to Asgard once you settle your mind'.

'Are you working with Rizevim?'

'I am USING Rizevim~'.

'Guess that part hasn't changed either'.

...

Next to Nyx and unaware of the Goddess' grievances was the Angel of Death and current Goddess of the Underworld, Azrael. The beautiful dark-haired beauty with a scythe, no doubt the 'youngest' goddess present in this room. She was one of the oldest existences, but one of the latest to become a goddess just recently. She had been placed in an awkward position, thousands of years of slaughter didn't give her the experience to socialize with her divine peers. All she could do was curse at her 'friend' Nyx who had been the one guiding her into the process of attaining Godhood, but in doing so, she had also shamelessly dragged her along the leadership of the Fallen God Faction, something she had no interest at whatsoever.

Azrael's desire was to bring true death to the gods, not to become the god's little friend.

'I told you dozens of times that I'm not interested in these sorts of events, Nyx'.

'If you don't make an act of appearance, the Olympians will think we're a joke... you have to be here, remember where your divinity hails from'.

'...'

All she could do was sigh and sit back tight, grumbling and complaining inwardly... by her side were a nonchalant Erebus and Parvati.

It was a glorious meeting of divinities. The devastating defeat of the devil faction at the hands of just a few gods had effectively proven the abandonment of Calliope. Gods of all pantheons had rushed to the underworld to pledge their allegiance and show their intentions of devastating the despicable underworld once and for all.

The de-facto leader, Nyx had expected this to occur, but not to this scale.

During the last few months, the outrage of the gods was difficult to contain, eventually some rash bastard had to make a move and the fool had been Indra.

The foolish god believed the Golden Dragon had departed this universe; hence giving the faction the chance to act rampant, they'd never commit the same mistake they committed with Calliope.

What he received was the beating of his life and eventual death at the hands of Annette Andrealphus; with his head skewered on a stick at Mount Kailash, no god dared to defy the golden apostles.

...

They were rocky times for the supernatural community, but once again there was a purpose for the meeting.

"He has arrived" Nyx began and whoever was still whispering in the banquet went silent. News the majority of them didn't wish to hear.

"And he's not on his own either" Erebus added with a little poison in his voice.

"Who provided this information? can it be confirmed?" The many gods inquired with curiosity, they should have no way to tell if that superior being had descended into this world or not, for all they knew... he hadn't left and was merely in a slumber. It could be anything.

"Tsukiyomi, we received intel from him that a ferocious battle involving Amaterasu and her priestess took place in Takamahagara, the nature of the battle is not certain, but it seems Amaterasu and Yasaka were duelling someone else. One of them he recognised her aura was that of Annette's but the second one, she was even more obnoxious" Nyx stated, ringing bells of curiosity to dawn in the whole hall.

Some grumbling noises were heard, and some gods who desired the Golden Dragon would never come back, resisted bowing down their heads to such a being regardless of his power.

"I advise that we take this chance and genuinely present ourselves in the Lucifuge Territory with goodwill. Regardless of whatever the outcome may be of this war, we should pay our due respect to the Golden Dragon"

Parvati suggested something that Nyx and Azrael both didn't disagree with, they thought it would place them into the 'Golden Faction's good eye since lately, their actions were rather antagonising.

But her words caused outrage among the gods. And the first one to stand up and slam his hands on the table was Lugh of the Irish Mythology.

"We have to bow down to a deity that isn't even native to this world!? Hmph, it is your ambiguous stance which has drawn us to this position, Nyx. We could have finished the Devils and taken over the underworld, the heavens and the earth at any time, a huge territory with great capacity that could be monopolised by us before other deities took over. If we all stormed the Lucifuge Clan, they wouldn't be able to stop-"

*FIUSH!*

*THUD!*

"..."

An aura-less strike was all it took for the god's head to fall on the table, followed by his body.

The individual behind him, who had appeared literally out of nothingness, waved his dark spear to clean the blood that splattered the luxurious marble floor of olympus. Everyone looked at this dark robbed man who had horns and long silver hair in disbelief. His skin was dark and in all right, he resembled a demon from hell.

"This noble one is Jie Fei. Anyone else wants to storm the Lucifuge Clan? My master and mistress wouldn't be pleased".