Holy High-Worlds Beyond IC (Holy High Reboot, Open!)

[Luminesa]

Apophis

"Oh? The Pyramids still remain? As expected, they wanted to preserve the Sheut of their greatest rulers. Sadly, as you have said, there have been grave robbers who ransacked the ruins for... anthropological reasons." The God of Chaos chuckled ominously. "Magnificent, magnificent. That way their souls will never find rest." A person's state of body during burial and the burial site itself is extremely important for the Ancient Egyptians. Their possessions, servants and other necessities are transported with them into the Du'at, the metaphysical reflection of the world and the Egyptian Underworld. Burial sites also offer canvases and depictions of one's life during their mortal days and, if one is wealthy enough, a personal Book of the Dead to combat the many demons of the Du'at, Apophis himself, and to envision one's journey to everlasting peace. Finally, the mummification of one's body is to preserve the human body into the so called ideal form, as once the Du'at and the mortal world unites once more, the dead shall regain their essences of life and mystical power and reinhabit the perfect vessel that is their long dead bodies. Archeologists and noblemen have doomed many lives into nonexistence due to their cultural greed and want for discovery years before.

"With the Egyptian Pantheon being buried underneath the sands... It is surprising that some like Osiris still lives. The divine existence of the Gods lay upon the five parts of their souls and two, their images and their names, are lay manifested upon the world. Many have their names forgotten, their faces erased from books and murals... I believe you haven't seen the downfall of a God, have you Xavier?" Apophis looks deep into the eyes of the Throne of Battle, his golden eyes showing profound dark wisdom beyond the countless years that the Angel has even lived through. "Gods live for eternity and once their worship ends, Ra experienced it once, it is a slow degeneration, countless milennia of thirst and hunger, exhaustion of power that you might as well be a child with no hands nor feet. It is a state of malnutrition, a state of dehydration, a state where you can only beg to die but cannot, until your life is forfeit. I believe you know Osiris' wife. Isis, the Goddess of Magic, such a fair Goddess who wielded great power. Sadly, dear Xavier, Osiris' wife's true name isn't Isis... I remember her name well but not the world anymore. She is only remembered by what the Greeks called her and even then... That name is already dessicated and trampled upon. Ah, she no longer guards the Solar Boat of Ra... She can no longer do so in her great agony and slow death..." While his voice sounded mournful of the state of the Great Goddess, Apophis' face only showed great delight and sadistic pleasure from the thought. The Sun never dared shine its light upon the two, especially upon Apophis, as a small cloud always obscures its light. "Fair Aset, farewell great foe."

Zagreus

The Prince of the Underworld sheepishly smiled as he grabbed a cookie out of Persephone's bunch. "Aw shucks mom, that's only when I come home from visiting my cousins." Being personally tutored by Artemis and Ares, mostly if the other Olympians would find time for Zagreus, the young God would go on for countless days or even months without proper bath in the wilds and in the fields of battle within his counsins' divine domains and palaces. He could remember the time when Ares brought him into a battlefield within his personal dimension wherein the battle between Troy and Greece has been reinacted by the shades of the greatest warriors to ever grace Earth. The Prince returned home to the House of Hades, all covered in grime and blood with a smirk on his face. One could only imagine the shock in Persephone's face, the mix of dismay and pride in Hades' eyes, and the fainting of his sisters' on the royal carpets. It took several days to get rid of the stench of blood off the Prince but it was remedied when his uncle Poseidon invited him over his domain and the salty sea washed the scent away.

'The sharks were annoying though...' Zagreus thought as he munched through the cookies, one by one. As expected, Persephone's cookies were as fresh as ever, made from the best produce that her gardens within the Underworld could provide. It still felt warm to the touch and the boy could only sigh in delight, feeling at home inside the small clinic with his mother. He waved his hand at Persephone, as if trying to wave away his mother's worry. He grabbed another set of cookies. "No, no mom. I didn't get injured this time around. I guess I have to thank the old man that just escaped earlier. The busy atmosphere at home made security tighter and fewer rogues to handle. It also made the place livelier and that's saying something!" He laughed jovially to his own joke and he stuffed his face up with the cookies. "Ah mom, you making all these tasty cookies just makes my training harder. You always come home with cakes from Grandma Demeter... Not that I am complaining or anything but your son needs to keep his physique ya know!" He laughed once again. The young God stayed silent for awhile, enjoying a few moments of silence and solitude with his mother, before perking up. "...There's someone getting close mom. Living, if I'm right. They might have gotten injured from the skirmish outside."

Xavier

The Throne could not help but feel a creep down his spine, as he heard Apophis softly rejoicing over the ransacking of tombs. He kept an unblinking eye on him as he spoke, watching his subtly malevolent expressions. Sure, he was very knowledgeable about Egyptian burials and ceremonies, but with that knowledge came a cruel understanding of the fragility of the soul. In Egyptian mythology, a soul needed its earthly possessions in order to be comfortable in the afterlife. Nobody lended their goods to a poor soul, as far as he knew, and even worse, a poor soul had to find ways of its own to combat that demons that awaited it in the afterlife. "...So...once you get to the afterlife in your pantheon...you're just...on your own, I suppose?" he questioned.

His real concern came when he heard that gods could decay if nobody believes in them. Their images...and their names... He knew his own God existed of His own, and His name was indeed who He was. Yet He could not see how the lack of memory of a god or goddess could utterly destroy them. He frowned. He had indeed seen the downfall of gods, however, and he listened as Apophis explained how a god could die. The description was horrific, and sounded like agony. Even Isis, Osiris's wife, was currently suffering from this condition, according to the chaos god. Yet Xavier could not help but raise an eyebrow. "...So...what you're saying is...if people forgot your name and who you were...then you would be subjected to the same thing?" While he spoke, he took to remembering a name Apophis had spoken.

Aset.

Persephone

"Well that's fine, but you should be more careful! If you got hurt, I would have to bandage you all up, and you wouldn't be able to train for quite some time!" Persephone warned, frowning. Like any good mother, she did worry when her son went on his training trips and came back looking like he had gone to war. A smile came back to her face, however, as he mentioned her cookies. "I am glad that you like them! Next time I'll ask your grandmother to make another cake! Maybe for Saturnalia. In the meantime, Who did you say was hurt?"

[5pb]

Kimiko

Kimiko decided to go and investigate the dorms so she slipped away from the rest of the group. When she entered her dorm she gave a quick glance around before claiming a bed by taking a seat on it. She holds her hand out and a spirit flame built up and some luggage fell out. She opened it inside were several black kimonos and an outfit belonging to a shrine girl. She would lay them out on her bed and look through them.

[Finsternia]

Apophis

"Indeed, you are on your own... alone, defenseless, soon about to die a second time for you cannot be remembered, for your Sheut, your image and existence, has been forgotten and erased. But that isn't the end, no no... You need to deal with the countless demons that I command and... Let us say that while the demons and fallen angels of your Christian Hell exact just and divine punishment... My demons are much more merciful. Depending on the demon that caught you, of course. If I was the one who caught a mortal's soul..." The Dark God took hold of stray sunlight and it coalescenced into golden strands of light. It formed into the shape of a human which then shattered into nothingness as Apophis crushed it in his palm. "You cease to exist... as I devour you." He looked into Xavier's eyes once more and in those golden eyes were the truth. How many lives, those who cannot afford the prestigious standards of the Gods of Du'at and Osiris, were destroyed by this malignant being? How many thousands, millions of lives were lost due to their elitist bickering and high standards of the time? How many eternal lives has Apophis extinguished with his ravenous and malevolent hunger?

His questions would pile up and up and up and the Lord of Chaos throws in another answer which would blossom into another mystery within the Throne of Battle's heart and mind. "Xavier, are you thinking of erasing my records from history?" He smiles, clearly amused by this young divine being's mutterings. "I held no temples, commanded no followers, never lorded over cults nor denominations... I existed for countless eons before this world came to being and I was never tainted by the Faith of mortal men and creatures. Yet... I still lived, even until now, and have never been removed. An eternal threat, an eternal enemy..." Truly, for the entirety of Egypt's history, the God before him was never worshipped. He never had his own cults, never had his own temples and priests, but only enemies from all sides. While the Gods that he battled were strengthened magnanimously by their own religions, Apophis stood against them all with his own power. Though he fought a losing battle for countless years, Apophis rose again and again to confront his sworn enemy, Ra and his blood, with the same earth shaking power. If Apophis truly never had followers, never sprung from the faith of mortal men, then what is this God? Is he even a God or some similarly powerful being? Only one thing could Xavier pinpoint in this conversation: that the omnimalevolent being in front of him is an enigma and that the only people that would have known is Ra and their contemporaries.

Zagreus

The young man waved the cookie around as his divine mother worried and fussed all over him. Despite being the God of Rebirth, Zagreus only has the normal regenerative powers of a normal God. What he could do is rise from death and defy death, not defy injuries. There were many times that Persephone needed to patch him up or some other Cthonic Deity if his mother is back on Earth for Spring and Summer. If he was out with his Olympian relatives, he's only got himself to help him with his wounds and be patched too by them or some other assistant. Ares was a particularly brutal teacher and Zagreus could only fight to the death. Not like it would inconvenience the lad but it was annoying to a degree. He can still feel pain, after all. "Yes mom, I'll watch over myself. And if I get injured I'll swiftly come here. That is, if my movement and walking isn't hindered by injury or if my legs weren't cut off, of course!" Another morbid joke, something that should be expected from the Gods of the Underworld.

Zagreus then stood up and opened the door to the clinic, still having cookie crumbs all over himself and still munching at his current cookie. He spots Melkor who is coming over the place. "Hey mom, there's really someone coming. It's a guy and... hey he isn't that bad. Quite a cutie, I must say. Looking like a bad boy in that leather jacket." The Prince bit on his cookie and winked towards the Fallen Valar and flaunted a bit of his attractiveness. It wasn't a secret that the Prince swings the other way though Hades is worried that he may not be able to procure an heir once he becomes King. Zagreus could only chuckle it away and jokingly say that hopefully Gods could impregnate men too. 'I mean... that shouldn't be hard to do with divine power, right?' If his Uncle Zeus and Aunt Hera could give birth to his cousins Athena and Hephaestus with only themselves to rely on, then so can he. Well, that's what motivates him anyway. He waves towards Melkor and he is still eating messily. "Hey there. Are you injured? The nurse is in, fortunately."

[Danceria]

-Hey-batter-batter-swing-

For whatever reason, Melkor was slightly flustered. Did mortals seem to have their hormones flair every time someone looks at them? No wonder they reproduce so damn fast... Shaking his head, Melkor replied. "Not really, just checking about to see who's who..." his eyes narrowed, and gradually he began to piece together observations. "One of Hades's children? Sibling? Protege? You and him share the same aura, a mix between him and Miss Persephone-Nurse Persephone." he would correct himself. It was like looking into a mirror, if said mirror preferred to keep his hair short and his togas long. Both shared a similar aura of resilience and self reliance against the cold cthonic void. However, Melkor would find that the Greco-Roman Underworld was far more hospitable than the Endless Void outside of creation. "My name is Melkor, yours?"

[Luminesa]

Apophis

"Indeed, you are on your own... alone, defenseless, soon about to die a second time for you cannot be remembered, for your Sheut, your image and existence, has been forgotten and erased. But that isn't the end, no no... You need to deal with the countless demons that I command and... Let us say that while the demons and fallen angels of your Christian Hell exact just and divine punishment... My demons are much more merciful. Depending on the demon that caught you, of course. If I was the one who caught a mortal's soul..." The Dark God took hold of stray sunlight and it coalescenced into golden strands of light. It formed into the shape of a human which then shattered into nothingness as Apophis crushed it in his palm. "You cease to exist... as I devour you." He looked into Xavier's eyes once more and in those golden eyes were the truth. How many lives, those who cannot afford the prestigious standards of the Gods of Du'at and Osiris, were destroyed by this malignant being? How many thousands, millions of lives were lost due to their elitist bickering and high standards of the time? How many eternal lives has Apophis extinguished with his ravenous and malevolent hunger?

His questions would pile up and up and up and the Lord of Chaos throws in another answer which would blossom into another mystery within the Throne of Battle's heart and mind. "Xavier, are you thinking of erasing my records from history?" He smiles, clearly amused by this young divine being's mutterings. "I held no temples, commanded no followers, never lorded over cults nor denominations... I existed for countless eons before this world came to being and I was never tainted by the Faith of mortal men and creatures. Yet... I still lived, even until now, and have never been removed. An eternal threat, an eternal enemy..." Truly, for the entirety of Egypt's history, the God before him was never worshipped. He never had his own cults, never had his own temples and priests, but only enemies from all sides. While the Gods that he battled were strengthened magnanimously by their own religions, Apophis stood against them all with his own power. Though he fought a losing battle for countless years, Apophis rose again and again to confront his sworn enemy, Ra and his blood, with the same earth shaking power. If Apophis truly never had followers, never sprung from the faith of mortal men, then what is this God? Is he even a God or some similarly powerful being? Only one thing could Xavier pinpoint in this conversation: that the omnimalevolent being in front of him is an enigma and that the only people that would have known is Ra and their contemporaries.

Zagreus

The young man waved the cookie around as his divine mother worried and fussed all over him. Despite being the God of Rebirth, Zagreus only has the normal regenerative powers of a normal God. What he could do is rise from death and defy death, not defy injuries. There were many times that Persephone needed to patch him up or some other Cthonic Deity if his mother is back on Earth for Spring and Summer. If he was out with his Olympian relatives, he's only got himself to help him with his wounds and be patched too by them or some other assistant. Ares was a particularly brutal teacher and Zagreus could only fight to the death. Not like it would inconvenience the lad but it was annoying to a degree. He can still feel pain, after all. "Yes mom, I'll watch over myself. And if I get injured I'll swiftly come here. That is, if my movement and walking isn't hindered by injury or if my legs weren't cut off, of course!" Another morbid joke, something that should be expected from the Gods of the Underworld.

Zagreus then stood up and opened the door to the clinic, still having cookie crumbs all over himself and still munching at his current cookie. He spots Melkor who is coming over the place. "Hey mom, there's really someone coming. It's a guy and... hey he isn't that bad. Quite a cutie, I must say. Looking like a bad boy in that leather jacket." The Prince bit on his cookie and winked towards the Fallen Valar and flaunted a bit of his attractiveness. It wasn't a secret that the Prince swings the other way though Hades is worried that he may not be able to procure an heir once he becomes King. Zagreus could only chuckle it away and jokingly say that hopefully Gods could impregnate men too. 'I mean... that shouldn't be hard to do with divine power, right?' If his Uncle Zeus and Aunt Hera could give birth to his cousins Athena and Hephaestus with only themselves to rely on, then so can he. Well, that's what motivates him anyway. He waves towards Melkor and he is still eating messily. "Hey there. Are you injured? The nurse is in, fortunately."

Xavier

The Throne shivered, as he saw the tiny construct of a human pop like a firework in Apophis’s hand. The concept of being in danger even in the afterlife was a horrifying one. Sure, Hell existed, but Hell was generally for souls that had entirely abandoned love and virtue. Heaven was a place of eternal happiness and joy. Once someone got to the Christian Heaven, nobody felt any danger or suffering. Yet poor souls that had no way to defend themselves in the Egyptian afterlife had to beg for the mercy of demons. Even worse, Apophis admitted that he was one of those that destroyed human souls. “...Not very good at acting like a model student, I see. ‘Hey, don’t worry, I won’t cause trouble.’ The next minute? ‘RAWR I EAT SOULZ.’ How charming,” he commented, using humor to cover his deep disturbance.

He was surprised even further when Apophis mentioned that he had never been worshipped, however. Sure, he had just admitted he was some sort of demon, and not a true god, but he knew of Satanists who worshipped or offered sacrifices to demons. That Egyptian mythology had no equivalent was rather curious. Or perhaps Apophis was lying. “...I mean...you’re a demon...so clearly there has to be another way to destroy you. What if Osiris made ten dollars and used them all on you at one time?” he inquired.

Persephone

“If your legs are cut-off, I will appear and heal your legs! Or I will give you different legs. I will make sure to heal all of your injuries, but please do not go looking for trouble!” she scolded lightly, with bubbly warmth in her stern voice. Of course, a moment later, Zagreus ignored her and began to flirt with...Melkor, who seemed to be quite charismatic and good at forming a following. In the short time he had been in the underworld, she had noticed that he had made friends quickly. She had no real reason to distrust him, but charismatic types were sometimes capable of being cruel as well. “Hello Melkor! Would you like another cookie? Are you hurt somewhere?” she called to him.

[Luminesa]

Kimiko

Kimiko decided to go and investigate the dorms so she slipped away from the rest of the group. When she entered her dorm she gave a quick glance around before claiming a bed by taking a seat on it. She holds her hand out and a spirit flame built up and some luggage fell out. She opened it inside were several black kimonos and an outfit belonging to a shrine girl. She would lay them out on her bed and look through them.

Hamiri had eaten only a little of the food in the cafeteria. Sure, plenty was available, as Hestia was a gracious chef, but she had found herself only a little hungry. She ate a couple fish tacos, and drank a cup of mint tea. Patriah had piled his plate high with all kinds of foods, some which the swordswoman had never seen in her life. Then again, much of it was also foreign to Patriah, but he had a bottomless pit for a stomach and a fearless attitude. She saw something like a squirming tiny octopus in one of his plates, and she found herself almost cringing.

He noticed her reaction, and grinned. “Wanna try it? What did the cook call it...san-nakji. It’s good, kinda mushy but a little different! Take a bite!” he dared her, lifting one tiny tendril with his fork.

She shook her head. “I’d rather not eat food that’s still living, sorry...” she answered.

Patriah shrugged. “Food is food, you know that! Gotta survive somehow!” He then downed the entire plate, disregarding the suction cups on the baby octopi. Somehow he managed to get them all down without choking, and then drank down a bottle of root beer. “Oh man, this is great! And we can just come here and eat whenever, she said! I’m gonna skip class and come eat here all day!” he exclaimed.

“You’ll get too big to fit in the classroom,” Hamiri dead-panned.

“Hey! I’ll have an excuse to skip class!”

“No, you’ll just have to have class outside, and Thana will make you run laps,” she replied, with a smirk.

The Mage groaned. “It’s a good thing I don’t gain weight like people do! HA! I’m not a normal human!” He celebrated this by taking a bowl of calamari and downing that as well.

His companion merely shook her head, emptied her dishes, and brought them to be washed. She then walked back and grabbed her bags. “I’m going to go find a form and take a shower. Maybe Kimiko will be around, we can room together.”

“Have fun!” Patriah called as he continued to eat.

Hamiri left the cafeteria and walked around campus. Now that Apophis and Lucifer were not causing anymore trouble, she got to appreciate the majestic peace of the campus. She breathed the fresh mountain air, and listened to the sounds of the quiet breeze and the chirping birds in the trees above her. She had not experienced serenity like this in quite some time. Eventually she did find a dorm, and she knocked on the door. “Hello? Anyone inside?” she called.

[Finsternia]

Apophis

The Snake God looked upon Xavier with a malevolent gaze. "Isn't it a first step when in an organization to speak of one's job descriptions? Do not play the higher ground with me, Angel. You and your comrades killed countless lives before too. Your God casted his wrathful eye against Egypt, held off Ra's defendants for me to devour him... For a couple of days. That is until he let Sehkmet cut the old delirious hawk out of my bowels. Good times... Do not pretend that you, your God, and your little winged friends aren't a bunch of homicidal hypocrites." The Lord of Chaos laughed, delighted in insulting the Throne of Battle, pointing out the crimes that the Angels have done. To be fair enough, the Christian God indeed had his fair share of killings in the Old Testament. It was something more overlooked during the present times as the good news of Jesus' love in the New Testament are more highlighted to bury the dark past of the Abrahamic Religions and of Christianity.

"Many call me a Demon, the Snake Demon, yes. However, I still have power over Creation... and absolute authority over my domain of Isfet. Do not relegate me as some small demon for I... am the one who made the demons of Du'at. I am the Lord of Chaos and its absolute embodiment." To demonstrate, Apophis held a hand out and a small murky star burned atop of his palm. "...Never forget that, Angel." He held the small star in his hand like it was a royal orb, tossing it up into the air and playing with it carelessly. "And what did you say about dollars...? What is that?" He tilted his head towards Xavier, clearly confused of his mention of modern American currency. Xavier forgot that Apophis has been away from Earth for quite some time.

Zagreus

The Prince of the Underworld leaned against the door frame, holding the remnants of his cookie like how one would hold an apple. He tried to look cool in such position but really he only looked like a tall and clumsy dork. "Why I am honored to be compared to the handsome and beautiful faces of my mother and father. The name is Zagreus, Prince of the House of Hades." The God observed the other young man in front of him. He remembered the old portraits at the palace, at home, where the heroic exploits of his divine relatives were in full display. Melkor looked like a younger Hades, lean and long haired, emitting the aura of the dark depths. He could feel that the man was some sort of a cthonic being or something similar. He offered his free hand, rough and callused from handling multiple weapons and hard from work, for Melkor to shake with. "Nice to meet you, Melkor." Zagreus said, never failing to leave a wink.

[Luminesa]

Apophis

The Snake God looked upon Xavier with a malevolent gaze. "Isn't it a first step when in an organization to speak of one's job descriptions? Do not play the higher ground with me, Angel. You and your comrades killed countless lives before too. Your God casted his wrathful eye against Egypt, held off Ra's defendants for me to devour him... For a couple of days. That is until he let Sehkmet cut the old delirious hawk out of my bowels. Good times... Do not pretend that you, your God, and your little winged friends aren't a bunch of homicidal hypocrites." The Lord of Chaos laughed, delighted in insulting the Throne of Battle, pointing out the crimes that the Angels have done. To be fair enough, the Christian God indeed had his fair share of killings in the Old Testament. It was something more overlooked during the present times as the good news of Jesus' love in the New Testament are more highlighted to bury the dark past of the Abrahamic Religions and of Christianity.

"Many call me a Demon, the Snake Demon, yes. However, I still have power over Creation... and absolute authority over my domain of Isfet. Do not relegate me as some small demon for I... am the one who made the demons of Du'at. I am the Lord of Chaos and its absolute embodiment." To demonstrate, Apophis held a hand out and a small murky star burned atop of his palm. "...Never forget that, Angel." He held the small star in his hand like it was a royal orb, tossing it up into the air and playing with it carelessly. "And what did you say about dollars...? What is that?" He tilted his head towards Xavier, clearly confused of his mention of modern American currency. Xavier forgot that Apophis has been away from Earth for quite some time.

Zagreus

The Prince of the Underworld leaned against the door frame, holding the remnants of his cookie like how one would hold an apple. He tried to look cool in such position but really he only looked like a tall and clumsy dork. "Why I am honored to be compared to the handsome and beautiful faces of my mother and father. The name is Zagreus, Prince of the House of Hades." The God observed the other young man in front of him. He remembered the old portraits at the palace, at home, where the heroic exploits of his divine relatives were in full display. Melkor looked like a younger Hades, lean and long haired, emitting the aura of the dark depths. He could feel that the man was some sort of a cthonic being or something similar. He offered his free hand, rough and callused from handling multiple weapons and hard from work, for Melkor to shake with. "Nice to meet you, Melkor." Zagreus said, never failing to leave a wink.

Xavier

“I don’t remember, for all the fighting, any instances of God telling people they will be threatened in Heaven because they happen to be poor. Especially not by someone who clearly enjoys the suffering of others,” the Throne answered. Apophis was a god of chaos, certainly not one who seemed to care for rules and order, so he took the malevolent student’s words with a grain of salt. He frowned, and then thought for a moment. He then chuckled. “...Snakes are supposed to be unblinking and aware of everything right? I imagine you’d pay attention to one of the easiest ways to cause chaos. You know, money,” he teased.

He reached into his pocket, and then showed Apophis a few dollars. “US currency. Unless you want to try using ancient Egyptian coins to buy a Big Mac, you’re going to need to change the currency you’re using. Otherwise you’ll get funny looks at the counter when you order your food,” he explained, cracking a grin as he spoke. The chaos god seemed rather horrible and frightening, yet he somehow was not aware of modern money and all its uses.

Persephone

Zagreus had inherited a mixture of his mother’s and father’s looks, as their child, but his personality was definitely more like his mother’s. When he tried to act cool and calm, he instead looked goofy. His mother’s giggled at her son, commenting, “You’re almost too tall to try and lean in the doorway like that! Be sure not to bump your head, dear!” She appreciated that he showed kind manners to Melkor, however, and nodded approvingly when he held out his hand to shake Melkor’s hand. “Make sure to make eye-contact and to speak clearly,” she advised. “And always make sure that your breath smells nice too! Because if it smells like stinky cheese then people might not feel good talking to you.”

[Finsternia]

Apophis

The God of Chaos laughed merrily as the Throne of Battle thought his jabs would work against him again. "Dear Xavier, I may be the Lord of the Seventh Hour of the Night but I am not the one who made up the rules of the Du'at. Write up a complain to Osiris and his lackeys, not to me. My job description is to end reality, not set up the requirements for eternal life." It was the Gods of Du'at who made the rules on how to enter Osiris' kingdom and the other Kingdoms of the Night wherein they could rest in eternity, and toil the eternal fields of Osiris. Once again, one could argue that it was the Gods' fault why people cannot enter eternity. Wealth played a vital role in the attainment of eternal life in Egyptian Mythology as you need money to paint and carve in the murals, write up a personal Book of the Dead, procure spells for one's immortality, and finally wealth for the afterlife. It wasn't Apophis' fault if Osiris and his children are such money grabbers.

Apophis clapped his hands together, forgetting that he was holding the mini sun, and it exploded in his hands. It doesn't seem that the God was hurt from it. "Ah, money of course. The root of all evil." He chuckled. "What is this Yu-Es that you are talking about? Is this a new mortal country?" Apophis expanded his consciousness towards the outside world, tapping into the omnipresence of chaos and change, and sensed the changes that has happened since his imprisonment. "So we are in this Yu-Es that you are talking about. Veritable for them, to be a young country yet to amass such power in mere two centuries! A pity... It is a breeding ground for mankind's writhing and sin..." The Supreme God of Evil took the air into his nostrils and lungs, as if enjoying the scent of corruption that he has sensed outside of Holy High. "By the way... What is a Big Mac?"

Zagreus

The Prince of the Underworld whipped around to look at his mother with burning cheeks, aflame with embarrassment. "Mom stop! You're ruining my game and embarrassing me in front of a new person!" Right now, the confident God that exuded such mystique and charm has been reduced to a boy who was stuck with a mother so doting that she has ruined his attempts at flirting. It was adorable to see as both Cthonic Gods seem not to be the rulers of the Greek Underworld but just a normal pair of mother and son. "For the record, I brushed my teeth and do not stutter anymore! I even smell like Golden Apple Tea!" Zagreus said as he pouted. He turned towards Melkor, his face still blushing from what Persephone has said. "I'm sorry about mom..."

[5pb]

Kimiko

Kimiko decided to go and investigate the dorms so she slipped away from the rest of the group. When she entered her dorm she gave a quick glance around before claiming a bed by taking a seat on it. She holds her hand out and a spirit flame built up and some luggage fell out. She opened it inside were several black kimonos and an outfit belonging to a shrine girl. She would lay them out on her bed and look through them.

Hamiri had eaten only a little of the food in the cafeteria. Sure, plenty was available, as Hestia was a gracious chef, but she had found herself only a little hungry. She ate a couple fish tacos, and drank a cup of mint tea. Patriah had piled his plate high with all kinds of foods, some which the swordswoman had never seen in her life. Then again, much of it was also foreign to Patriah, but he had a bottomless pit for a stomach and a fearless attitude. She saw something like a squirming tiny octopus in one of his plates, and she found herself almost cringing.

He noticed her reaction, and grinned. “Wanna try it? What did the cook call it...san-nakji. It’s good, kinda mushy but a little different! Take a bite!” he dared her, lifting one tiny tendril with his fork.

She shook her head. “I’d rather not eat food that’s still living, sorry...” she answered.

Patriah shrugged. “Food is food, you know that! Gotta survive somehow!” He then downed the entire plate, disregarding the suction cups on the baby octopi. Somehow he managed to get them all down without choking, and then drank down a bottle of root beer. “Oh man, this is great! And we can just come here and eat whenever, she said! I’m gonna skip class and come eat here all day!” he exclaimed.

“You’ll get too big to fit in the classroom,” Hamiri dead-panned.

“Hey! I’ll have an excuse to skip class!”

“No, you’ll just have to have class outside, and Thana will make you run laps,” she replied, with a smirk.

The Mage groaned. “It’s a good thing I don’t gain weight like people do! HA! I’m not a normal human!” He celebrated this by taking a bowl of calamari and downing that as well.

His companion merely shook her head, emptied her dishes, and brought them to be washed. She then walked back and grabbed her bags. “I’m going to go find a form and take a shower. Maybe Kimiko will be around, we can room together.”

“Have fun!” Patriah called as he continued to eat.

Hamiri left the cafeteria and walked around campus. Now that Apophis and Lucifer were not causing anymore trouble, she got to appreciate the majestic peace of the campus. She breathed the fresh mountain air, and listened to the sounds of the quiet breeze and the chirping birds in the trees above her. She had not experienced serenity like this in quite some time. Eventually she did find a dorm, and she knocked on the door. “Hello? Anyone inside?” she called.

Kimiko

The sudden knock on the door made Kimiko jump and her tail stiffened as she quickly walked away from the bed full of clothing and to the door. She opened the door, as it moved aside it revealed to Hamiri the gentle smile of the foxx goddess. "The is absolutely no one inside!" she joked as she welcomed Hamiri inside. "You went to the cafeteria, right? How was the food?" Kimiko wasn't necessary hungry but she wanted to know for further excursions.

Nyarlathotep

A young man who was late to the gathering of staff and students walked onto the schools campus from a small rift in dimensions, dragging a seemingly never ending line of luggage. He wasted no time piling his luggage up against a wall and walking away, as he left he chuckled and all but two bags vanished. He made his way around the campus to arrive at the cafeteria, he went up to Hestia and received as much food as he could fit on a tray before sitting down at a table alone.

[Luminesa]

Apophis

The God of Chaos laughed merrily as the Throne of Battle thought his jabs would work against him again. "Dear Xavier, I may be the Lord of the Seventh Hour of the Night but I am not the one who made up the rules of the Du'at. Write up a complain to Osiris and his lackeys, not to me. My job description is to end reality, not set up the requirements for eternal life." It was the Gods of Du'at who made the rules on how to enter Osiris' kingdom and the other Kingdoms of the Night wherein they could rest in eternity, and toil the eternal fields of Osiris. Once again, one could argue that it was the Gods' fault why people cannot enter eternity. Wealth played a vital role in the attainment of eternal life in Egyptian Mythology as you need money to paint and carve in the murals, write up a personal Book of the Dead, procure spells for one's immortality, and finally wealth for the afterlife. It wasn't Apophis' fault if Osiris and his children are such money grabbers.

Apophis clapped his hands together, forgetting that he was holding the mini sun, and it exploded in his hands. It doesn't seem that the God was hurt from it. "Ah, money of course. The root of all evil." He chuckled. "What is this Yu-Es that you are talking about? Is this a new mortal country?" Apophis expanded his consciousness towards the outside world, tapping into the omnipresence of chaos and change, and sensed the changes that has happened since his imprisonment. "So we are in this Yu-Es that you are talking about. Veritable for them, to be a young country yet to amass such power in mere two centuries! A pity... It is a breeding ground for mankind's writhing and sin..." The Supreme God of Evil took the air into his nostrils and lungs, as if enjoying the scent of corruption that he has sensed outside of Holy High. "By the way... What is a Big Mac?"

Zagreus

The Prince of the Underworld whipped around to look at his mother with burning cheeks, aflame with embarrassment. "Mom stop! You're ruining my game and embarrassing me in front of a new person!" Right now, the confident God that exuded such mystique and charm has been reduced to a boy who was stuck with a mother so doting that she has ruined his attempts at flirting. It was adorable to see as both Cthonic Gods seem not to be the rulers of the Greek Underworld but just a normal pair of mother and son. "For the record, I brushed my teeth and do not stutter anymore! I even smell like Golden Apple Tea!" Zagreus said as he pouted. He turned towards Melkor, his face still blushing from what Persephone has said. "I'm sorry about mom..."

Xavier

“Ending reality still sounds like quite the disturbing job...I’m pretty certain that reality is not supposed to be ended. Allowing un-reality into reality would cause the destruction of everything...” Xavier answered, narrowing his eyes as he spoke. “And as a god of chaos, I’m sure that you want the destruction of all of reality. But how you plan to get that here is beyond me.”

Hearing that Apophis did not know what the United States was did amuse him just a little. For how dangerous he was, he seemed truly lost in the modern world. “The U.S. is the United States of America. It’s where this school is located. The country has only been around for...300 years. So of course it’s much, much younger than Egypt. And a Big Mac is a cheeseburger. Please tell me you’ve had a burger...or at least beef...” he explained. The image of Apophis eating a cheeseburger was rather funny, however.

Persephone

“Your ‘game’? Ooh! This is a game? Okay, I want to play too!” Having no concept of the idea of having ‘game’, she hopped next to her son and gave a big, cheery smile to Melkor. “Are we telling nice things to each other? Okay! I’ll start! And whoever says the nicest things gets...hmmm...Ooh! I’ll give them a fresh flower-basket!” She then turned back to Melkor. “You’re a sweet, handsome young man and I hope that your year will be wonderful! Now you have to say something nice to me or to my son!”

[Luminesa]

Hamiri had eaten only a little of the food in the cafeteria. Sure, plenty was available, as Hestia was a gracious chef, but she had found herself only a little hungry. She ate a couple fish tacos, and drank a cup of mint tea. Patriah had piled his plate high with all kinds of foods, some which the swordswoman had never seen in her life. Then again, much of it was also foreign to Patriah, but he had a bottomless pit for a stomach and a fearless attitude. She saw something like a squirming tiny octopus in one of his plates, and she found herself almost cringing.

He noticed her reaction, and grinned. “Wanna try it? What did the cook call it...san-nakji. It’s good, kinda mushy but a little different! Take a bite!” he dared her, lifting one tiny tendril with his fork.

She shook her head. “I’d rather not eat food that’s still living, sorry...” she answered.

Patriah shrugged. “Food is food, you know that! Gotta survive somehow!” He then downed the entire plate, disregarding the suction cups on the baby octopi. Somehow he managed to get them all down without choking, and then drank down a bottle of root beer. “Oh man, this is great! And we can just come here and eat whenever, she said! I’m gonna skip class and come eat here all day!” he exclaimed.

“You’ll get too big to fit in the classroom,” Hamiri dead-panned.

“Hey! I’ll have an excuse to skip class!”

“No, you’ll just have to have class outside, and Thana will make you run laps,” she replied, with a smirk.

The Mage groaned. “It’s a good thing I don’t gain weight like people do! HA! I’m not a normal human!” He celebrated this by taking a bowl of calamari and downing that as well.

His companion merely shook her head, emptied her dishes, and brought them to be washed. She then walked back and grabbed her bags. “I’m going to go find a form and take a shower. Maybe Kimiko will be around, we can room together.”

“Have fun!” Patriah called as he continued to eat.

Hamiri left the cafeteria and walked around campus. Now that Apophis and Lucifer were not causing anymore trouble, she got to appreciate the majestic peace of the campus. She breathed the fresh mountain air, and listened to the sounds of the quiet breeze and the chirping birds in the trees above her. She had not experienced serenity like this in quite some time. Eventually she did find a dorm, and she knocked on the door. “Hello? Anyone inside?” she called.

Kimiko

The sudden knock on the door made Kimiko jump and her tail stiffened as she quickly walked away from the bed full of clothing and to the door. She opened the door, as it moved aside it revealed to Hamiri the gentle smile of the foxx goddess. "The is absolutely no one inside!" she joked as she welcomed Hamiri inside. "You went to the cafeteria, right? How was the food?" Kimiko wasn't necessary hungry but she wanted to know for further excursions.

Nyarlathotep

A young man who was late to the gathering of staff and students walked onto the schools campus from a small rift in dimensions, dragging a seemingly never ending line of luggage. He wasted no time piling his luggage up against a wall and walking away, as he left he chuckled and all but two bags vanished. He made his way around the campus to arrive at the cafeteria, he went up to Hestia and received as much food as he could fit on a tray before sitting down at a table alone.

Hamiri was pleasantly surprised to find Kimiko inside. She had wanted to room with the cheerful fox-girl, as she seemed to be someone who would make a fun, likeable roommate. “Hello there! The food was good, actually, but I didn’t make too much. Hestia is the cook, though, she apparently will cook whatever you want if you ask her. And she cooks all day. Patriah is still in there eating probably as much as a small country,” she explained with a giggle. She then put her suitcases on the bed, and looked around.

The rooms were large and comfortable, big enough for two people to have plenty of their own space, and also large enough for parties. The bathrooms were spacious enough that Hamiri and Kimiko would not have to squeeze around each other to brush their teeth in the morning. The Altarian girl sighed and sat on the bed, which bounced as she plopped on the mattress. “...Hey, um...do you wanna room together? Since we get along well, I think we’d have fun together. What do you think?” she inquired.

[Danceria]

Melkor smirked, allowing his form to expand with his confidence, for this was his element. With a practiced bow, he responded. "We cthonic deities tend to be covetous, and hold close those we cherish far more than all the treasures beneath, upon, or above the World. Nurse Persephone, I will not flatter you, for I do not wish to incur your husband's wrath or jealousy. For in that jealousy, no liar can find hope. I must say that you must cherish that faith, for it is as strong as the foundation of the World, for we do not select our treasures lightly." It was bold, comparing himself to a clearly powerful deity, but fortune tended to favor the bold, when tempered by charisma. "Thus, Persephone, root of the Earth, who's laughter coats the treasures that mortal desires, moreso than their substance. For gold and iron rust, but the root of the flower is ever there. Cherish your fortune, Nurse Persephone, for it will serve you far better than any pitiful platitudes that only pale your elusive exuberance." With a bow, he turned his attention to Zagreus. "Don't apologize, in fact, the reason you stand your own proves that you don't need any doting or encouragement. A man of your own motion, will, and thoughts. Something I admire. How about that handshake...?"

Once the two clasped hands, Melkor lingered, half-lidding his eye as a coy smirk played across his pale face, his power growing with every chance of confidence he felt. "Hmmm...strong grip. Good heart, wears it on your sleeve, but be mindful to not wear yourself out. Sometimes you have to play with your cards close to your chest. Bravery is admirable, but compared to the most insurmountable of obstacles..." for that moment, his form loomed. A mountain of shadow, deep in the earth, rooted in the sky, the elements of fire, thunder and ice playfully arcing up and down his form as the grip hardened, not enough to cause discomfort, but enough to assert his own strength.

Once the air was tantalized enough, the form shortened to his normal self, finishing with a flourish of a final hard shake. "I look forward to besting you...Zag-roos, was it?"

[Luminesa]

Day 2-The Start of Class

The hectic first day of school passed through the rest of the evening without much of note. Everyone found a place to sleep, though not everyone slept peacefully. Patriah slept like a rock, having eaten a ridiculous amount of food before finding a dorm-room in which he could crash. Hamiri slept well, able to take a shower, to arrange her room as she wanted, and to collapse in bed. Xavier, on the other hand, had trouble falling asleep. As he looked to the bed next to his, he watched Apophis, waiting for him to go to sleep. He felt he could not sleep while the god of chaos was awake, capable of hurting others. Yet he could feel his eyelids becoming heavy anyway. The Throne rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling, counting floating fireballs above his head until he fell asleep...

GOOOOOOOOOOD MORNING VIETNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!!

Hyperion greeted the students before any of the other teachers. At 6:45 AM, he shouted for everyone to awaken in a rather humorous fashion. Michael stood next to him, his palm on his face as he watched the sun-god yell into a megaphone. He was even more annoyed-and amused-to see Hyperion down a bottle of some blue drink immediately after yelling to the students.

"...What...what even is that?" Michael questioned, staring at the now-empty bottle.

"...Um..." He started at the glass bottle of Absolut, and then back at Michael. "I think I made a Corpse Reviver on accident. I just dumped some stuff in an old bottle...heheheh..."

The Archangel sighed. "As long as you can be conscious for the lesson." He then took the megaphone and yelled into it. "7 AM we start the lesson kids! You get to start with some sparring! And everyone will participate! So come down for your first lesson! Getting your blood pumping will help with your other studies too!" he called.

[Danceria]

Melkor wasn't certain who was "Viet-Nam" but the Dark King was certain to give him a piece of his mind. Sleep was an unusual and blissful activity, one of many he found that Mortals engaged in. Groggily rising himself from his bed, he doused his face with water and pulled on some mobile-enough clothes for the sparring session that may happen in fifteen minutes. Hopefully some breakfast after they sparred...

[Ranoria]

Azazel

"Well," the demon said, having quickly groomed and dressed himself before heading over to Hyperion and Michael, "That's certainly one way to do it." He paused for a moment, glancing around the room with some disdain, "Might I recommend a more conventional approach? Handing out a set schedule and therefore giving us something to work with," he paused, not wanting to seem rude, and looked to Hyperion, "Other than your equally effective, if off-putting, methods."


Azazel, that being said, smirked, obviously not bothered too much from the rude awakening. As a matter of fact, he looked perfectly rested, and unbothered, "That being said," he paused, checking his watch and seeing that they had a few minutes before their first lesson began, "When can we get started?" He shot the archangel, formerly his peer, and if he had anything to say about it, still his equal, a look that almost hinted that he wanted to see if the angel could hold his own against him. Almost. It was one that quickly disappeared, however, when he realized what he was doing. He wasn't in position to start causing trouble quite yet, and was hoping to show the staff of this institution that he could behave himself, despite his past faults.

Otohime
"I must say, there are better ways to go about rousing the student body in the morning," the water goddess said as she walked in, hair tied back in a ponytail. She knew that it would still get in the way a bit, but she'd never been able to braid it herself, and leaving it down during a sparring session would be a disaster. Otohime gave a brief bow towards Michael and Hyperion, mostly the former, as Hyperion's behavior left her wary, at best.

It wasn't difficult to see however, arms crossed, that she was nervous, shifting near a wall to ensure that she wasn't the center of attention. While she was certainly capable, it had never been her strong suit, as her father was certainly more inclined to violence than herself, or any one of her multitude of sisters, for that matter. She could only hope that she'd be faced with someone whom was even more of a novice than herself, but perhaps that would only hinder her growth.

Otohime squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath, clearing her head, and told herself that she was thinking too much. This wasn't anything to worry about, and it was for her own good. Besides that, even if she had no other reason for being here, improving her prowess certainly wouldn't be a bad thing, and, with some small grain of renewed confidence, she looked up to their tutors. "I would prefer to get this out of the way sooner rather than later, if that isn't a problem."

[5pb]

Day 2-The Start of Class

The hectic first day of school passed through the rest of the evening without much of note. Everyone found a place to sleep, though not everyone slept peacefully. Patriah slept like a rock, having eaten a ridiculous amount of food before finding a dorm-room in which he could crash. Hamiri slept well, able to take a shower, to arrange her room as she wanted, and to collapse in bed. Xavier, on the other hand, had trouble falling asleep. As he looked to the bed next to his, he watched Apophis, waiting for him to go to sleep. He felt he could not sleep while the god of chaos was awake, capable of hurting others. Yet he could feel his eyelids becoming heavy anyway. The Throne rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling, counting floating fireballs above his head until he fell asleep...

GOOOOOOOOOOD MORNING VIETNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!!

Hyperion greeted the students before any of the other teachers. At 6:45 AM, he shouted for everyone to awaken in a rather humorous fashion. Michael stood next to him, his palm on his face as he watched the sun-god yell into a megaphone. He was even more annoyed-and amused-to see Hyperion down a bottle of some blue drink immediately after yelling to the students.

"...What...what even is that?" Michael questioned, staring at the now-empty bottle.

"...Um..." He started at the glass bottle of Absolut, and then back at Michael. "I think I made a Corpse Reviver on accident. I just dumped some stuff in an old bottle...heheheh..."

The Archangel sighed. "As long as you can be conscious for the lesson." He then took the megaphone and yelled into it. "7 AM we start the lesson kids! You get to start with some sparring! And everyone will participate! So come down for your first lesson! Getting your blood pumping will help with your other studies too!" he called.

Kimiko

Kimiko quickly covered her ears when the booming sound of Hyperion's voice rang throughout the campus. She sat up slowly and listened to the other voice. "FIfteen minutes until class starts," Kimiko spoke in a soft, clearly tired voice. She stood up and went towards the bathroom and started brushing her teeth. Her tail and hair are all messed up from her sleep.

Nyarlathotep

Nyaru woke up from the loud sound that was Hyperion's voice, and was a little annoyed by it. He stood up and revealed that he was not sleeping in a dorm, he was instead hidden in a bush. He started walk out of the bush his hair messy and his clothes covered in leaves and twigs. As he exited the bush he took not on his condition and decided to change forms, from male to female. Her hair was longer and clothes were far more elegant the leaves and twigs had also disappeared. Nyaru then decide to go get some breakfast in the cafeteria before the sparring session.

[Luminesa]

Xavier

Xavier opened his eyes the next morning and blinked, not too alarmed by Hyperion's loudness. He was mostly glad that he had slept well, and he yawned as he sat upright. The rush of the morning did not bother him either. As an Angel made of fire, he was already clean enough and he simply needed to change out of his pajamas. After a few moments, he slipped out of bed, made his bed, and changed his clothes. He had on a pink tank, a white hoodie, and blue jeans, causing him to look...almost normal, except for the pink hair and crimson eyes. He gave Apophis a slight smirk. "...Might want to get up, Snakey-Boy. Not liking the sun won't be a good enough excuse for the teacher, if you sleep through class," he joked. He then grabbed his backpack and walked out of the room.

Patriah and Hamiri

Patriah had already been awake since about 6:15, which would have been strange for him except that now he could get free food whenever he wanted, and the food was consistently delicious. Even better, Hestia enjoyed making food for him, and for other students who came for breakfast. The kitchen in which she worked was full of floating, whirling, busy appliances and warm, bubbly, creamy sights and smells. Six chocolate and mango eclairs, a huge bowl of scrambled eggs, ten smoked sausages, and a huge glass of milk later, Patriah was full and ready for class. He did not care much for dressing for class, as he wore the same pair of harem pants he wore the day before (and which he also wore to bed), and the colorful scarf to match. Shoes were optional, and today he did not wear any.

Nyaru caught his attention as "she" walked in, and he gave her a confused look. He had not seen this student the day before, and while "she", like most of the other students, was obviously not human, something about Nyaru was unusual. He paused mid-chew to eye her, and then turned back to his food before she could notice him. He did not want to seem like a creep. At the same time, he wondered if she would come to sit next to him either. He was the only other person in the cafeteria at this point, and he felt like he had put a target on his back by sitting alone.

Hamiri had eaten far less, once again, but had enjoyed her smaller meal of waffles, fresh fruit, and coffee all the same. She left far before Patriah, and had gone back to her room to change out of her pajamas. She dressed more casually today, in a black crop top, a high-waisted red skirt, and black booties. She could not help but grin as she saw her disheveled roommate getting ready. "Morning, Kimiko! Meet you outside," she greeted. As she finished getting ready herself, she went outside to wait for further instructions.

Michael and Hyperion

"Ah good! Some of you are here a little early! Good morning! I hope the rest of you will show-up soon," Michael greeted the class cheerfully. He mostly ignored Azazel's impish stare, though he did go to answer his comment in his normal polite manner. "The schedule will be handed to you in your first class after this, which is History. But for now, you're just with us. We figured that having you exercise first thing in the morning would be best for the health and concentration of all our students!"

Hyperion grinned at Azazel and at all the students. He was excited to have an excuse to use a megaphone, even if the loud noise only aggravated his own hangover. As he looked at the roll-list and then at the class, he replied, "We'll be starting in fifteen minutes. Whoever isn't up yet, Imma use this baby to hustle them out their rooms! Heheheheheh..."

[Finsternia]

Apophis

The Lord of Chaos never sleeps. It was never an exaggeration to say so as Apophis rules over one of the hours of the night and is ever persistent against Ra even the day, causing temporary solar eclipses as he secures a victory against the Sun God. The only way that the God of Chaos could be coerced to fall to sleep is to bring him to temporary death, upon which he shall fall to death like sleep and regain his strength to rise again. No one knew what the Lord of Isfet has done throughout the night, especially when his warden is asleep and counting fireballs in his dream, but he was already prim and proper by the time the sun is rising.

Apophis already has a steaming hot cup of coffee in his hands and is already wearing his regal clothes, fresh and pristine. His eyes stare at the sun's rays, wrathful and swirlimg with thoughts of revenge, and his sheer dislike against Ra made it so the sunlight could never reach their dorm's window. "For your information, I never slept. You, on the other hand, has turned for a hundred and three times for the entire night, drooled all over your blankets, and have been muttering about fireballs and burning birds flying around." He sipped his coffee and muttered something about getting Ra again someday. Setting his cup in their dorm room's sink and brandishing his royal staff, the Supreme God of Evil strode away towards the incomparably irritating voice of Hyperion.

Zagreus

Yesterday was quite a ride. Zagreus, admittedly, got turned off by Melkor's pompous entrance. His mannerisms and way of speaking just reminds him of his cousin Apollo, who himself is a hogger of the spotlight. He stayed with the Fallen Vala until he parted ways for a quick snack. The rest of the day wasn't the most exciting or anything, he only toured around the place and checking facilities here and there before going back to his dorm room once it has been extremely late outside.

What he found was something... shocking to say the least. There was an extremely tall man in the other bed, clothed less and almost like a beggar, and he has been snoring for the entire night. "...He must be my room mate then." The Prince of the Underworld hanged his sword at the weapons rack and got ready for bed by taking a bath and changing into more comfortable clothes. It took some time to fall asleep, Patriah's mouth being a booming cave of snores, until Zagreus fell asleep due to exhaustion.

When he woke up, the mysterious man disappeared. He sighed to himself as he got ready, took a bath and brushed his teeth, and then dressed the same way. A shirt length toga, red pants, comfortable footwear, a wreathe of autumn leaves, and a longsword strapped to his back. He made a quick trip to the cafeteria and ordered a meal enough to carry him to lunch, a couple eggs benedict, juicy strips of bacon, a stack of pancakes lovingly slathered with maple syrup, a good glass of nectar and a side of ambrosia. The young God thanked his Aunt for her kindness and the Goddess of the Hearth smiled at him, clearly happy to see her nephew and her students to be enjoying her food. After breakfast he asked for a couple sandwiches of different meats and spreads before coming to Combat Class. He took note of Apophis' presence and he stood some distance away from the Dark God, luckily finding a spot beside Hamiri. He looked up at the Mage while munching on a chicken sandwich. "You a God? What's your name?"

[Luminesa]

Apophis

The Lord of Chaos never sleeps. It was never an exaggeration to say so as Apophis rules over one of the hours of the night and is ever persistent against Ra even the day, causing temporary solar eclipses as he secures a victory against the Sun God. The only way that the God of Chaos could be coerced to fall to sleep is to bring him to temporary death, upon which he shall fall to death like sleep and regain his strength to rise again. No one knew what the Lord of Isfet has done throughout the night, especially when his warden is asleep and counting fireballs in his dream, but he was already prim and proper by the time the sun is rising.

Apophis already has a steaming hot cup of coffee in his hands and is already wearing his regal clothes, fresh and pristine. His eyes stare at the sun's rays, wrathful and swirlimg with thoughts of revenge, and his sheer dislike against Ra made it so the sunlight could never reach their dorm's window. "For your information, I never slept. You, on the other hand, has turned for a hundred and three times for the entire night, drooled all over your blankets, and have been muttering about fireballs and burning birds flying around." He sipped his coffee and muttered something about getting Ra again someday. Setting his cup in their dorm room's sink and brandishing his royal staff, the Supreme God of Evil strode away towards the incomparably irritating voice of Hyperion.

Zagreus

Yesterday was quite a ride. Zagreus, admittedly, got turned off by Melkor's pompous entrance. His mannerisms and way of speaking just reminds him of his cousin Apollo, who himself is a hogger of the spotlight. He stayed with the Fallen Vala until he parted ways for a quick snack. The rest of the day wasn't the most exciting or anything, he only toured around the place and checking facilities here and there before going back to his dorm room once it has been extremely late outside.

What he found was something... shocking to say the least. There was an extremely tall man in the other bed, clothed less and almost like a beggar, and he has been snoring for the entire night. "...He must be my room mate then." The Prince of the Underworld hanged his sword at the weapons rack and got ready for bed by taking a bath and changing into more comfortable clothes. It took some time to fall asleep, Patriah's mouth being a booming cave of snores, until Zagreus fell asleep due to exhaustion.

When he woke up, the mysterious man disappeared. He sighed to himself as he got ready, took a bath and brushed his teeth, and then dressed the same way. A shirt length toga, red pants, comfortable footwear, a wreathe of autumn leaves, and a longsword strapped to his back. He made a quick trip to the cafeteria and ordered a meal enough to carry him to lunch, a couple eggs benedict, juicy strips of bacon, a stack of pancakes lovingly slathered with maple syrup, a good glass of nectar and a side of ambrosia. The young God thanked his Aunt for her kindness and the Goddess of the Hearth smiled at him, clearly happy to see her nephew and her students to be enjoying her food. After breakfast he asked for a couple sandwiches of different meats and spreads before coming to Combat Class. He took note of Apophis' presence and he stood some distance away from the Dark God, luckily finding a spot beside Hamiri. He looked up at the Mage while munching on a chicken sandwich. "You a God? What's your name?"

Xavier

The Throne smirked at Apophis as he told him about how many time he had turned in his sleep. Sure, having the god of chaos watch you sleep and count how many times you have tossed around in bed is rather unsettling, but Xavier only gave a grin. "...Hm. What was I dreaming about?...I think I was floating around the star system. Actually pretty pleasant, though watching a supernova explode in your face can be rather shocking...And the flying 'birds' might have been comets, I don't quite remember." He then walked out the room, a little ahead of Apophis, and waved to the teachers. "Good morning!"

"Eyyyy there's two more! I see neither of you look like you like the sun much!" Hyperion greeted, grinning at Apophis as he saw his grumpy expression. "That's alright, I don't like the sun either!" He then took another shot of the strong blue concoction in his hand, while Michael gave him a concerned look.

Patriah and Hamiri

The Mage had first expected for Nyaru to come looking for him. He had never noticed his new roommate, who looked far more cheery and majestic than himself. He was almost annoyed by him, except that he seemed to mean no harm. He was also a fellow big-eater, and he grinned as he noticed the young god stuffing away food. Eventually both students finished their food, and Patriah went to class alongside him. "...Eh?" He looked over at the new student as he spoke to Hamiri. "Naaaah she's not a goddess. She's just the better-looking one between she and I," he joked, admiring how Zagreus had even brought a ton of food to eat in class. "My name is Patriah. I think I'm your roommate. And I'm not a god either. I'm a Mage."

"Which is essentially like a nature elemental. It's...hard to describe," Hamiri answered. She then smiled up at Zagreus and nodded to him. "I'm Hamiri. It's nice to meet you. And I'm going to be a Mage, but...Patriah is teaching me Magic. While I teach him how to use a sword properly."

"Hey, I'm just fine with a sword by now," Patriah protested.

With almost everyone in the courtyard now, Hyperion and Michael scanned the crowd to see who was missing. While a couple students had seemingly disappeared, they recognized that Lucifer and Hermes were definitely missing. Deciding that they needed to get them out of bed, the two teachers looked at each other and thought. The sun god grinned, and he ran to Lucifer's dorm. He held the megaphone in the window, summoned a trumpet out of nowhere, and then held the trumpet to the megaphone. What happened next, as Hyperion played the trumpet in the megaphone, was the release of a hellish cacophony that supposedly passed for "Seven Nation Army". Covering one's ears would not help one to sleep through this awful sound. Only surrender existed as an option.

When he finished this endeavor, he went to find Hermes's room. Michael and most of the class were probably startled out of any daze they may have felt when coming to class, and Hyperion was not yet out-of-breath. He went across campus and made the same noise in his fellow Greek god's window, cackling as he finished and came back to join the class.

[5pb]

Apophis

The Lord of Chaos never sleeps. It was never an exaggeration to say so as Apophis rules over one of the hours of the night and is ever persistent against Ra even the day, causing temporary solar eclipses as he secures a victory against the Sun God. The only way that the God of Chaos could be coerced to fall to sleep is to bring him to temporary death, upon which he shall fall to death like sleep and regain his strength to rise again. No one knew what the Lord of Isfet has done throughout the night, especially when his warden is asleep and counting fireballs in his dream, but he was already prim and proper by the time the sun is rising.

Apophis already has a steaming hot cup of coffee in his hands and is already wearing his regal clothes, fresh and pristine. His eyes stare at the sun's rays, wrathful and swirlimg with thoughts of revenge, and his sheer dislike against Ra made it so the sunlight could never reach their dorm's window. "For your information, I never slept. You, on the other hand, has turned for a hundred and three times for the entire night, drooled all over your blankets, and have been muttering about fireballs and burning birds flying around." He sipped his coffee and muttered something about getting Ra again someday. Setting his cup in their dorm room's sink and brandishing his royal staff, the Supreme God of Evil strode away towards the incomparably irritating voice of Hyperion.

Zagreus

Yesterday was quite a ride. Zagreus, admittedly, got turned off by Melkor's pompous entrance. His mannerisms and way of speaking just reminds him of his cousin Apollo, who himself is a hogger of the spotlight. He stayed with the Fallen Vala until he parted ways for a quick snack. The rest of the day wasn't the most exciting or anything, he only toured around the place and checking facilities here and there before going back to his dorm room once it has been extremely late outside.

What he found was something... shocking to say the least. There was an extremely tall man in the other bed, clothed less and almost like a beggar, and he has been snoring for the entire night. "...He must be my room mate then." The Prince of the Underworld hanged his sword at the weapons rack and got ready for bed by taking a bath and changing into more comfortable clothes. It took some time to fall asleep, Patriah's mouth being a booming cave of snores, until Zagreus fell asleep due to exhaustion.

When he woke up, the mysterious man disappeared. He sighed to himself as he got ready, took a bath and brushed his teeth, and then dressed the same way. A shirt length toga, red pants, comfortable footwear, a wreathe of autumn leaves, and a longsword strapped to his back. He made a quick trip to the cafeteria and ordered a meal enough to carry him to lunch, a couple eggs benedict, juicy strips of bacon, a stack of pancakes lovingly slathered with maple syrup, a good glass of nectar and a side of ambrosia. The young God thanked his Aunt for her kindness and the Goddess of the Hearth smiled at him, clearly happy to see her nephew and her students to be enjoying her food. After breakfast he asked for a couple sandwiches of different meats and spreads before coming to Combat Class. He took note of Apophis' presence and he stood some distance away from the Dark God, luckily finding a spot beside Hamiri. He looked up at the Mage while munching on a chicken sandwich. "You a God? What's your name?"

Xavier

The Throne smirked at Apophis as he told him about how many time he had turned in his sleep. Sure, having the god of chaos watch you sleep and count how many times you have tossed around in bed is rather unsettling, but Xavier only gave a grin. "...Hm. What was I dreaming about?...I think I was floating around the star system. Actually pretty pleasant, though watching a supernova explode in your face can be rather shocking...And the flying 'birds' might have been comets, I don't quite remember." He then walked out the room, a little ahead of Apophis, and waved to the teachers. "Good morning!"

"Eyyyy there's two more! I see neither of you look like you like the sun much!" Hyperion greeted, grinning at Apophis as he saw his grumpy expression. "That's alright, I don't like the sun either!" He then took another shot of the strong blue concoction in his hand, while Michael gave him a concerned look.

Patriah and Hamiri

The Mage had first expected for Nyaru to come looking for him. He had never noticed his new roommate, who looked far more cheery and majestic than himself. He was almost annoyed by him, except that he seemed to mean no harm. He was also a fellow big-eater, and he grinned as he noticed the young god stuffing away food. Eventually both students finished their food, and Patriah went to class alongside him. "...Eh?" He looked over at the new student as he spoke to Hamiri. "Naaaah she's not a goddess. She's just the better-looking one between she and I," he joked, admiring how Zagreus had even brought a ton of food to eat in class. "My name is Patriah. I think I'm your roommate. And I'm not a god either. I'm a Mage."

"Which is essentially like a nature elemental. It's...hard to describe," Hamiri answered. She then smiled up at Zagreus and nodded to him. "I'm Hamiri. It's nice to meet you. And I'm going to be a Mage, but...Patriah is teaching me Magic. While I teach him how to use a sword properly."

"Hey, I'm just fine with a sword by now," Patriah protested.

With almost everyone in the courtyard now, Hyperion and Michael scanned the crowd to see who was missing. While a couple students had seemingly disappeared, they recognized that Lucifer and Hermes were definitely missing. Deciding that they needed to get them out of bed, the two teachers looked at each other and thought. The sun god grinned, and he ran to Lucifer's dorm. He held the megaphone in the window, summoned a trumpet out of nowhere, and then held the trumpet to the megaphone. What happened next, as Hyperion played the trumpet in the megaphone, was the release of a hellish cacophony that supposedly passed for "Seven Nation Army". Covering one's ears would not help one to sleep through this awful sound. Only surrender existed as an option.

When he finished this endeavor, he went to find Hermes's room. Michael and most of the class were probably startled out of any daze they may have felt when coming to class, and Hyperion was not yet out-of-breath. He went across campus and made the same noise in his fellow Greek god's window, cackling as he finished and came back to join the class.

Kimiko

Kimiko arrived a little bit after her fellow classmates due to the excessive amount of care required by her fluffy tail. Her outfit of choice for the sparring was a black shrine girl outfit with blue accents. She approached Hamiri, Patriah, and Zagreus before speaking in a still rather tired tone, "What did I miss?" Not long after she arrived Hyperion ran off to collect the missing students, another loud wake up blast was fired through the megaphone but as it was farther away it was bearable for Kimiko. Upon the return of the sun god Kimiko unwillingly let out a soft yawn.

Nyarlathotep

Still in a female form Nyaru watched the whole ordeal with the rest of the students. She had brought a bowl of curry with her while she waited for class to begin. She stood at the back of the class and looked over her fellow students. Slowly eating the curry with a great amount of manners she hoped to remain unnoticed by the others.

[Chrominus]

Day 2-The Start of Class

The hectic first day of school passed through the rest of the evening without much of note. Everyone found a place to sleep, though not everyone slept peacefully. Patriah slept like a rock, having eaten a ridiculous amount of food before finding a dorm-room in which he could crash. Hamiri slept well, able to take a shower, to arrange her room as she wanted, and to collapse in bed. Xavier, on the other hand, had trouble falling asleep. As he looked to the bed next to his, he watched Apophis, waiting for him to go to sleep. He felt he could not sleep while the god of chaos was awake, capable of hurting others. Yet he could feel his eyelids becoming heavy anyway. The Throne rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling, counting floating fireballs above his head until he fell asleep...

GOOOOOOOOOOD MORNING VIETNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!!

Hyperion greeted the students before any of the other teachers. At 6:45 AM, he shouted for everyone to awaken in a rather humorous fashion. Michael stood next to him, his palm on his face as he watched the sun-god yell into a megaphone. He was even more annoyed-and amused-to see Hyperion down a bottle of some blue drink immediately after yelling to the students.

"...What...what even is that?" Michael questioned, staring at the now-empty bottle.

"...Um..." He started at the glass bottle of Absolut, and then back at Michael. "I think I made a Corpse Reviver on accident. I just dumped some stuff in an old bottle...heheheh..."

The Archangel sighed. "As long as you can be conscious for the lesson." He then took the megaphone and yelled into it. "7 AM we start the lesson kids! You get to start with some sparring! And everyone will participate! So come down for your first lesson! Getting your blood pumping will help with your other studies too!" he called.

Ran jolts awake, highly startled at the noise, manifesting a tail of vines to fight off whoever would be attacking. Upon realizing what is going on, they begin to relax and pull an apple from some hidden dimension, beginning to eat it near the rest of the students of the area. This school has certainly proved interesting, if all else is for naught. Their mind wanders to thoughts of their home, before inevitably being snapped back to reality by the loud noises of the students around. Eventually they give in and construct a set of small earplugs of wood, dampening the noise but reducing their peripheral hearing.

[Luminesa]

"Ran Ouphe, right? Good to see you made it!" Michael greeted, as the Fae-Elf rushed to class, fearing that he was late. He smiled, glad to see that most of the students were coming for class. All of them should have been there, and he hoped, despite the ridiculousness of his methods, that Hyperion's megaphone and trumpet would startle the students into coming to class. He also noticed Nyarlathotep had arrived and was also munching on "her" breakfast as she stood near the back of the crowd. "...Hm...well, it's 7:00, so I'll give the instructions for everyone who is here. As a part of your first lesson, your task will be a sort of game of capture the flag. On the west side of campus, heading toward the forests, the library, and the waterfall, are hidden nine envelopes. On the east side, heading toward the shoreline, the outlying dorms, and the beach, are nine more envelopes. They look like this."

Michael reached into his pocket and pulled-out a small, beige envelope with a wax seal of the Holy High logo. "They look like these. You have exactly thirty minutes from the time I say, 'Start,' to go search for the envelopes. You can make teams, you can go solo, and you are of course allowed to fight each other for the envelopes. You are allowed to have multiple envelopes, but no more than three at a time. You are not allowed to leave the campus for any reason, you are not allowed to hide in the dorms, and you are not, under any circumstances, allowed to knock your classmates unconscious. If you're wondering how we're going to watch your progress, Hyperion will be overseeing the combat itself. I will record your results, and we will discuss those results accordingly. If you are caught breaking any of the rules we have set, your final 'score' will be counted as zero." He examined the class, and then flipped a page on his clipboard. "Before we begin! Does anyone have any questions?"

Xavier eyed Apophis for just a slight moment, as Michael mentioned that he could not break any of the rules. As a god of chaos, he figured he might try to do something sneaky. At the same time, he knew that some of the most wicked gods were also some of the most clever. If he could partner with him, both of them would have an advantage, and he would be able to keep an eye on him. He knew he would be uncomfortable doing so, but teaming with Apophis almost seemed like a reasonable option.

Patriah and Hamiri eyed each other, but they also looked around at their classmates. Patriah wondered if Razorclaw would be willing to partner-up, and Hamiri wanted to invite Kimiko to their group. Both of them knew they were capable of finding envelopes apart from each other, but teamwork was never a bad concept. Of course, Kimiko and Razorclaw could also both have their own ideas. If they wanted to go solo themselves, then Patriah and Hamiri would partner together to find envelopes.

"...Aaaaany questions?" Michael repeated.

[Danceria]

"Yes, one very important one:" Melkor would inquire with a clear voice. "Is there any real point to hoarding all of the letters? Any wavering on poor grades, a free lunch pass, something along those lines? Because if there isn't tangible reward for this "capture the card", why even bother partaking in it?"

Melkor was a pragmatist first and foremost, his powers returning to him minute by minute. If there was a good reason to hoard the letters, he would just disregard the very notion of alliances and brutally (but honestly) dominate the competition. If there wasn't, but the game was forced regardless, it would be an ample opportunity to get to know his fellow students, and who would be his fellow usupers when the time came.

When Hamiri eyed Kimiko, Melkor made sure to note that he was also interested in an alliance. Ran, Zagreus, and that Razorclaw fellow seemed interesting as well, and the new girl too. But something about her made the pit of his stomach churn...

[Luminesa]

"Yes, one very important one:" Melkor would inquire with a clear voice. "Is there any real point to hoarding all of the letters? Any wavering on poor grades, a free lunch pass, something along those lines? Because if there isn't tangible reward for this "capture the card", why even bother partaking in it?"

Melkor was a pragmatist first and foremost, his powers returning to him minute by minute. If there was a good reason to hoard the letters, he would just disregard the very notion of alliances and brutally (but honestly) dominate the competition. If there wasn't, but the game was forced regardless, it would be an ample opportunity to get to know his fellow students, and who would be his fellow usupers when the time came.

When Hamiri eyed Kimiko, Melkor made sure to note that he was also interested in an alliance. Ran, Zagreus, and that Razorclaw fellow seemed interesting as well, and the new girl too. But something about her made the pit of his stomach churn...

Michael smiled knowingly at his student. Of course one of them would immediately ask what the point of the exercise was, and he chuckled as Melkor spoke-up. “Our ‘leaderboard’ will determine your class-ranking. The students with the most envelopes will be at the top, the ones who get the least, or none, will be at the bottom. Though we will also keep in mind other aspects of your performance in this exercise. Teamwork, strategy, obviously your abilities in combat...This is an initial exercise to show us what you are all like as students and as fighters. The last aspect...well...I can’t entirely answer until the end of the exercise. It’ll be a little bit of a surprise...”

“WINNER GETS THE FINEST BOTTLE OF LIQUOR I HAVE!!!” Hyperion marched back over to the class to interject as Michael finished speaking. When the archangel shot him a disapproving glare, the sun god frowned. “You didn’t mention any sort of tangible reward, I was offering a solution! What do you suggest then?” he inquired.

“The reward will be announced after the exercise has been completed and we have discussed their performances with them,” he responded calmly, though he did sigh as Hyperion suggested giving the students booze. Even if they were immortal gods, he knew better than to give possibly unstable beings alcohol. “...Any other questions before we begin? That was a good question, Melkor, thank you,” he inquired, giving a friendly smile to Melkor before turning back to the rest of the class.