Gathering

Among the Eight Ancients, Dhrodite was the most impatient of them as the Blonde body of energy sat in the umbral room of space awaiting his fellow ancient to join him as there was a matter of the Cresters that needed to be handled.

The Cresters are the Ancient's semi-gift Semi-Curse to mankind as they had the power to control any monster they will, considering they follow the theme of their Ancient who had marked them fit for the title of Caesar Crester, He or She (it didn't matter to the God of Light as to what their Crester's gender was)had the ability to shape the world as they please. Now was the second time this meeting were to happen so to say as Several more of his Fellows sat on their seat at the table.

"Fergunia, How have you been?" The Golden Mesh of Light asked the Woodland Woman as she snapped a vine at the being.

"Quite fine are all the Ancients present?"

a Rhetorical question it was.

They were all there starting with Dhrodite, God of Light himself yawning on his left Fergunia, Goddess of Nature who simply looked uninterested, next Argoné Goddess of War, currently on her device cackling like the blood thirsty woman she was, There was Arovidess God of Water who was reading a book, Refurgas Goddess of Choice , who was currently encoding her next hit game, her and accursed otome games, Fregernuo, God of Destruction, the Tall man had a smirk as soon as he arrived as if his Chosen Crester would dominate, Alejiagon, Goddess of Creation, Twin to the Smug ass goliath who wore a frown as she simply looked over the rest, and Finally Ariadné, Goddess of Darkness and Twin to Dhrodite.

They were the Eight ancients that showed themselves to the world to effectively make it similar to a video game or in some cases a beloved series who had Seven heads in a war for the shaping of the world.

"So have you chosen your Cresters?" All of them but Ariadne nodded thi caught attention. "Again? you have not chosen a Crester for the second time?"

Ariadné shook her head which surprised her twin.

"Who. did. you pick?"

Ariadné began giggling as she waved her hand to show a Young man all of the ancients knew of.

"THE SLAYER?!" All of them Exclaimed as they slammed the table in sync making the Goddess of Darkness Cackle up a Storm.

"Do you Realized what you have Done?!" Argoné threw a energy javelin at the Mistress of Darkness only for the Goddess to Engulf it like it was nothing to her.

"Oh I do, I am sick and tired of death. So why not have the Personification of Death to all Monsters be a Crester, he who leads Monsters?" Ariadné said in a rather unnerving manner as the room became colder with her response. "All of you choose the Boring Classes to be your Cresters, Argoné you always Choose Berserkers but they die on the first week."

The Flaming Goddess of War Growled.

"Dhrodite, You choose the Wizards since they can benefit with your Influences, Alejiagon always go for the Clerics or tinkerers, Fregernuo goes for the Necromancers since they can capitalize from their fallen monsters to add on their numbers, Refurgas favours the Bard which the joke of them fucking everything up literally metaphorically and psychologically is getting old Friend, whilst Arovidess Goes for the Rangers to make them stronger near water interesting... on the first hundred times, and Don't get me started with Fergunia and her addiction towards druids that is unhealthy."

Having done her lashes to her fellows she simply grinned as they grumbled under their breath.

"I seldom participate in these as you know since we have done these events for oh so long that it gets old. So why not spice things up with the anti-thesis of a Crester?" She cackled as she took her leave from the seat. "If anything it would be interesting."