Chapter the second: The first meeting.
In World Edit, on the planet Folkozm.
Two people, a man and a woman, were walking along a forest path in a romantic atmosphere. They both had golden-colored eyes that seemed to glow in the twilight of the evening. The man was Artur - he is the Great God of order, and the woman was Razeltanda - the Middle God of justice. They started a dialogue.
"How have your meetings been going lately? I heard that everything is calm in the world, what do you think about it?" - With this question, Artur decided to start a dialogue.
"In my opinion, everything is really calm in the world, but isn't such silence frightening? I feel that something is pressing down, as if clouds are gathering in the sky. What is it called? 'The calm before the storm?'" Razeltanda replied to him.
"Yes, don't worry, but you have less work, just enjoy the extra weekend." - Artur calmly replied to the excited subordinate.
"Unlike you, I can't think so lightly. Okay, we're almost there, let's hurry up, because there are only 2 minutes left before the start." - Razeltanda responded to Artur's soothing words.
"We could just teleport, then we wouldn't be late.." - Some of Artur's thoughts came out, but they were quiet enough that the second participant of the dialogue did not hear them.
So, this divine couple enters the building of the Great judgement.
"Oh, did you really come after all? I thought you wouldn't show up at all. Well, since you are here, I greet you, Razeltanda and Artur." - Evol, the Middle god of Diligence, greeted them a little mockingly and rudely.
"We're not late, so it's okay." - Artur calmly replied.
"Oh, yeah, who else can talk about order but you?" - This slightly provocative question was asked by a middle-aged man who is also an Middle God of Diligence.
"How else, Zeld? There are only two opinions about order in this world: mine and the wrong one." - Artur answered this as well.
The rest of the gods of kindness, humility, chastity and love, whose names are co-responsibly Neapolit, Uka, Vergina and Geya, just sat at the table, silently watching the unfolding scene, which could seem like a quarrel from the outside.
After everyone had taken their seats, Artur, as the leader of the delegation of the gods, began the meeting with the words: "So, my dear subordinates, who has any news about worldly vanity, maybe some thoughts or found a formula for a panacea? I
will state my thoughts at the end."
[Yes, how many times can I repeat the same joke] - thought Neopolit.
"Then I'll start first, can I?" Uka asked a little uncertainly.
"Yes, of course, tell me." - Artur decided to cheer her up.
After the meeting.
[Eh, nothing is happening in the world, we're going to relax too much. Mdaaa, boring.. At least something interesting would happen. Eh, well, okay, I have to go: Vector magic, level four, teleportation, teleportation, Arthill Mountain.] - These were Artur's thoughts before his transfer.
On Arthill Mountain.
First there was a magic circle with the runes of the Tuzmifdenki **, from it Artur, and behind him there were 5 people waiting for someone.
"Hello, dear wanderer. Can you tell me what kind of magic it was? Is teleportation magic level 4?
How often do you visit this place, since you teleport here so easily?" - Said Vilgam Dibroslav.
"Well, hello, aren't you asking me too many questions? Can you at least introduce yourself to begin with? I don't really like to communicate with someone incomprehensible, and even more unceremonious." - Artur answered the question with a question with surprising seriousness for himself.
"Wow, are you serious enough, why is that? The creature we're looking for is usually not what you'd call it. What do you think, Commander, is it him?" asked Bogot.
"No, I don't believe it," Takar Benist said to his comrades and turned to a stranger for them - you know, kid, whoever you are, you better get out of here. We're waiting for one arrogant asshole here, most likely we'll also make a little fuss here.
"Haha, well, okay, but I wouldn't look down on others if I were you, if you don't like someone else's deservedly arrogance, the bedding of the Great Demons." - Artur said in a measured voice, at the same time turning to face them.
Chiero Gercal was the first to react to this provocation, sharply making an attack towards the representative of the order. Noticing this, the other overlords, frozen only for a second, also launched an attack. And so began the first part of their plan to kill the Gods.
*Tuzmifdenki - our Kukibutina decided to create such a language, why not decided, but almost forgot its name just now. What should I do with such an author?!!!!
E.N (editor's notes)-please forgive my writer, he has a very strange system, about teleportation 2 times in a row, he doesn't even want to translate into Russian right away (Tolstoy of our time?)