Chapter 458: The only answer she needs

Chapter 458: The only answer she needs

“Do I have a choice?” Sofia asked the human-looking God.

What? Don’t wanna come? Your mates are waiting for you, you know?

“My mates...”

Yeah, funny bunch those. Your sister’s already left, though, am already done with her. The horned one too.

Cinthia?

“... I’ll come. Just give me a minute to store all the bones,” Sofia told him as she turned around and started to separate the walls of the camp and the furnace to store them. The God silently watched. As she quickly swept up the camp, Sofia asked another question, “What do you mean you’re done with them? Are they back into the trial?”

No, they’re back on the main planet. I’m done reforging them.

Sofia stopped, “The mana waves! Did something happen to them?!”

So you did feel them then. Not totally oblivious. Nothing happened to them, no, but I did get royally fucked after I got done with your sis. The bitches took control of the excess mana and used it to fuck around. Did quite a bit of damage, you were the main target though so you probably know best.

“So that’s how it went...” Sofia murmured to herself. She turned to face the God properly “I hope you will excuse my crude behavior until now. You should be able to understand why I have my reservations about trusting random Gods, especially after I got imprisonned in Peace’s domain.”

This where they sent you? Had a run in with Peace? The God asked back, visibly intrigued.

“If you’ve noticed my lack of a body, that’s Peace’s work.”

Oh. He must’ve been in a good mood.

“That’s a ‘good mood’ kind of meeting with Peace?!”

Course, he didn’t alter your blueprint to remove your face so he must’ve been lenient.

“That’s... Disturbing.”

Well, that’s Peace, yeah. The god said, awkwardly scratching his beard.RêAd lateSt chapters at novelhall.com Only

Sofia apologized again for her initial reaction, and told the God she was just about ready to leave whenever.

Heh, no harm done, I’d probably be even more wary than you are if I were you; they did erase you from all the system’s records and protections after all.

“What? Really?!”

Yeah, more than that, even, they infected the lower tier scribes to erase people’s memories of you, some fucked up stunt they done pulled.

“That might have made my life easier. But no. I just helped her form some... Connections.”

Sun would give five... Creation mumbled to himself again. He grabbed his mask off and made it disappear. I’ll think about it. He finally said. Won’t be free.

“I’m glad to see Sir Clint is a reasonable businessman. What about my other question?”

That I don’t have the slightest damn clue. This trial’s Archangel was with ‘em, that how we ended up here, gave him a rightful beating and he fucked off, that about all I know.

“So at least two Gods and an Archangel...”

Well, if all’s good, down we go.

The scenery just changed around Sofia her her group, it was seamless and instantaneous, Bookie let out a surprised yelp. “My drawing...”

Sofia looked around while she walked up to Bookie and grabbed him in her arms to comfort him. The place they had been sent to was the interior of some window-less room lit by lightstones imbedded into the metallic walls. There were closed doors on two sides. “Where is this?” she asked Creation.

My teleportation room. We’re in somewhat of an emergency lockdown right now, gotta wait for Kyle or Life to transfer us over.

Sofia kept hugging Bookie as she walked along the room observing the rituals embedded in the walls, “It’s the second time you mention Life. Are there that many Gods on the physical plane? I thought it was supposed to be hard to cross into it.”

About twenty of us down there maybe? The big players, mostly, me, Life, Victory, Moon, we ain’t small fries like Scripture. Though I guess he managed to scam his way in too. Some transition from a plane to the other quite frequently, Sun being the most notable since she can cross easily.

“That’s a lot more than I thought. Did you include the Recessed in the count?”

Nah, don’t know about them. I’m already hard pressed to care about the politics of my own plane, let alone whatever the hell them crazy bunch are doing.

“Hmm. Thank you anyway, you’ve answered a lot of my questions. Anything you want to ask me?”

Heh. I’d ask you to sell me the key if your life didn’t depend on it. Would’ve gladly traded that for a few essences for sure. Besides that, not really. I’m very content to stay outta the Deep’s way, Creation explained with a snort. His eyes wandered to Sofia’s right arm, and he turned around and mumbled. I need to have a talk with Moon, though. Sneaky bitch.

A tall woman with ice-blue hair appeared in front of Creation. She was wearing a thin and pointy golden crown, a tight blue and white outfit, and her face was strangely flat, with no nose, no mouth, and only two blue pupil-less eyes staring straight at the bearded God.

She grabbed Creation by the neck and and ripped his head off his chest.

Her words were like icy daggers. You sure have a big mouth, Clint.

Hah, at least I have one, Clint’s disembodied head answered, completely unfazed.

Sofia only noticed one thing.

So Gods DO have a skeleton.