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Divine Intervention

Chapter 3: A Bit of Explaining

Disclaimer: Do I need to bother? You know the drill, guys.

 

 

“Well, I must give you credit Hel. You roped them in faster than I thought you would. Actually—“

“You thought I wouldn't even bother, I know. Now get on with it Creator.”

 

He turned to face the bearers of the Sennen Items. Sowa's forest green eyes scanned across each of their faces, and heaving a deep sigh, the Creator sat down heavily on a near by overstuffed armchair. He pressed two fingers to his left temple and rubbed the skin in small circular motions, thinking…how the hell was he supposed to word this, anyways?

“Have a seat, young ones. This could take awhile.” He told them.

 

Clumsily, they stepped back and peered around the room, found chairs quite near to them, and planked their bums down onto them. Seto and Yami crossed their long legs in a dignified sort of manner. This felt like another sort of business matter to them, one being a CEO and the other being a Pharaoh…perhaps it should feel like that for them. After all, it isn't every day you get to sit down in probably the grandest library they'll ever see and keep the company of some of the most powerful beings they'll ever meet.

 

“I shall begin by asking you all a question. Do you know of what exactly happened all those years ago in Egypt?”

 

“Of course we kno—“

“Please speak only for yourself Yami.”

“…”

“I'm sure I don't know the entire story of it.” Seto mumbled, watching Yami for a minute before glancing towards Sowa and Hel.

“I know some things.” Tea said.

“I of course know.” Ishizu replied.

“I basically have it written all over my back.” Marik said, quirking a pale blonde brow. As they all replied, Sowa became assured that this might not be so easy. How terrible. He had been hoping to get some things done after this tedious task he had been burdened with.

 

“Well, I am not going to tell you all the full legend, what you know will have to suffice.”

They all nodded, eyes trained on the Creator's tired green eyes. Hel pitched him a look. The Creator was going back on his word and leaving her to flounder in a sea of impending questions? Not thinking so!

 

“Sowa?” He glanced up at her. “Hm?”

“Now.”

 

He flinched. “Fine…”

 

The small group before them collectively raised an eyebrow. Sowa grumbled and straightened the collar of his cloak around his neck a bit snappishly. “The Pharaohs of Egypt where considered to be as powerful as any deity, gods in their own rights. It was a matter of simple wording, and the truth was to never to be heard. The Pharaohs wanted to preserve their images as the almighty.”

 

He was sitting down still. With his fingers laced together, and his elbows propped on his knees. Talking behind his hands, almost, green eyes sharply apparent over those laced fingers. Fingers that had woven their very being, but not fingers that gave that being life.

 

“These kings only boasted a meager power of their own. The ability to summon fourth monsters, and three of these they called gods, and another that they called omnipotent…so powerful that it must be bound at the limbs by thick chains of charm-imbued gold and separated and sealed.”

 

The others knew what he spoke of. The three gods where called Slifer, the Sky Dragon…Obelisk, the Tormentor…and the Winged Dragon of Ra. The omnipotent one…whose limbs where held separated from the whole…was known as Exodia. Exodia, the Forbidden One. Yami had called upon the greatness of these cards before. They where difficult to manage in a duel, but certainly not impossible. Marik knew that he had summoned two of them before, even though it was at a point through Strings, the Silent One.

 

Still others, unfortunate most of them where, had witnessed the power of these `gods'. Seto himself…had faced Exodia.

 

“But these such creatures where, by no means, to be thought of as GODS!” Sowa roared at them….unexpectedly. He didn't think they'd know how insulting it was to the true gods that they refer to mere thin rectangles of printed cardboard paper as gods.

 

Come to think of it, he didn't think they'd ever know. The insult and the hurt were both too great. But he couldn't dwell on that right now.

 

“All your pharaohs where, is priests. Hyped-up High Priests. They prayed to us, begged us, and pleaded with us to grant them the power they desired. We would ignore their wishes for the most parts. They would have to deal with what they were given from birth, nothing more. Only four of us had pity upon the Pharaohs, and the four where Wolf, God of Elements; Isis, Goddess of Life and Healing; Taigher, God of Life and Healing; and Kurama, God of Wisdom.” He sighed and rubbed a temple again. Rested an arm upon the arm of his chair.

 

“Now keep in mind, the Pharaohs where grateful. The High Gods, at least very few of them, took pity and assisted…the rest of us either remained neutral or scorned them with pranks. Some of us are reincarnations of the old Egyptian deities, those old souls integrated with the far more powerful souls of High Gods. Kurama is a good example…he, being the new God of Wisdom, is a combination of two different Gods, two very wise ones. The more dominant of the two makes itself apparent. Think…genetics. Just like genetics. Dominant and recessive, one is blotted out by the other.” Wow, this was proving harder than he thought. Mortals are so stupid, he couldn't use the terms he liked. Even to his own ears he made little to no sense, but he'd continue anyways. It was the best explanations these people where getting right now.

 

“I bring that up because the Pharaohs where two-faced and didn't enjoy paying credit where it was due. It worked out for us all though. To date, there is little to no knowledge of the High Deities. That's why nothing was ever done about it.”

 

Hel was wondering why the hell Hiei was so damn quiet. Technically she supposed it was in his nature, it wasn't all that strange for him to be so silent. But even by now she would have expected to hear one of those ever-brilliant Hn!'s or something escape his lips.

Still, nothing did. Hel slunk away from the group in a purposely sleazy manner, and hooked an arm through one of the shrimp's arms and pranced him out of the room. He did not even resist her. The second they where out of sight, Hel spoke.

 

“Hiei isn't acting like Hiei. What's wrong with him?” She said, sitting down with him on the balcony that branched off of the `Dining Room'. The smell of food wafted through the room. The cooks where always cooking, usually inventing new and most delicious…or absolutely disgusting things to eat. Her flame and dark eyes burrowed deeply into his crimson reds. He was troubled inwardly. He must be, because his face was that of a poker player's; blank and unresponsive to anything. For a moment she had the urge to dance naked in front of him, but of course, didn't follow it.

Even though it's not like he'd notice anyways.

 

“…”

“Hiei, what aren't you telling us? You know something bad, don't you. That's probably why you're so quiet. Look, I hate to help out and stuff, but I'm just going to state the obvious here: no one can help out with whatever it is unless you talk about it!”

“……”

“…Oh, I shouldn't have bothered with you…”

“…I'm glad you did.”

“…!?”

“Yes?”

“You TALKED.”

“Yes. Contrary to popular belief, I am capable of complex speech.” He said this as scathingly as possible. Hel laughed. Yeah. He wasn't mute after all, though it always seemed that way.

 

“So what is it then, Hiei?” She asked quietly. Hel had the urge to whisper for some odd reason, because…well, she didn't know why. It was the sensation floating in the air. And Hiei's demeanor seemed hushed as well.

“I care about you, Hel.” He said awkwardly, not making eye contact with her. She wondered if this was some joke, except that Hiei doesn't pull childish pranks. Was Hiei putting his heart on display?

 

“Hiei, why are you…Hiei, seriously, what's going on? Is that it?”

“Not entirely. But Hel, please. Don't take me lightly. I hate it that you always take me lightly.”

“I take you lightly because you've earned a light amount of my respect, Hiei.”

“…What do I have to do to earn more…?”

“I can't tell you that, Hiei.” Hel bit her lip. “Look Hiei, sort your mind out right now. You work hard. Give things a rest. I'm going to be around, you can tell me what you need to later. I don't even know why I'm being nice to you Hiei, but I will be for now.” She said, getting up and walking off out of the room. Hiei stayed where he was and stared out a window bleakly. Those words had came sailing out of his mouth, and he didn't even expect them from himself, so it was no wonder why even Hel had a funny look on her face. He must have had a funny look on his face too.

 

She stepped into the hall and turned to walk down to the South Wing, arms swinging loosely by her sides and eyes staring bleakly ahead. What the hell was he thinking anyways? `I care for you, Hel…'? Sounded to her like Hiei needs a head check? It didn't occur to her just how loud she was thinking, and a pair of arms curled themselves around her waist. Her eyes shot up from the ground, she looked down at these arms, and was relieved: it was only Osiris.

 

“What is wrong, my love?” He asked softly, face lowering to her cheek and lips brushing over her high cheekbone briefly, gently. Hel closed her eyes and pressed her own lips together into a pale stitch of distaste and bitterness. “Nothing, Osi.”

Hel was worried for herself, and for well…him. She cared for Osiris, she really, really did. The question of `love, or not' is on, most occasions, easily answered without second thought or pause. He proposed to her not long ago, not as some nancy-boy down on a knee, but in his own way. While they had been training, he'd asked, and she lost a beat in that instant, and his deathly black sword had pinned her to the wall with the flat of the blade. She remembered snicking her own blade beneath his and forcing it back with gruff abruptness and a moment of brutal, raw power that is a telltale characteristic of a true Destroyer. The brief twang n' screech of sharp metal sliding along sharp metal was jarring and made the anatomy of her ears wiggle like nervous jello on a precariously-balanced tray.

 

“You lie.” Came his response…an almost alluring whisper.

“I know.” She sighed.

“Why, then?”

“Because, Osiris, there's a lot to think about. And something is really bugging me about Hiei. He needs a head examination, I think.”

“I've thought that for a long time.”

“You need one too, for all the work you get dumped on yourself. That's the only logical reason as to why you'd be saying you care for me myself at all.”

“I don't just say things. I don't go mad.”

“How do you know that though, Osiris? You are Death…you feel nothing and so you don't notice the physical strain from any of those massive projects…I've seen your wrist practically falling off form all that paperwork and still you don't so much as cringe. You wouldn't know love if it bit you in the ass, you fraud…”

“I'm not a fraud, Hel. If anything, you are.” He sounded like his mouth had become a blank stitch of distaste as well as how hers had moments ago. The arms left her waist, and when she turned around, he had gone, vanished into the shadows, she supposed.

 

`I'm not a fraud, Hel. If anything, you are.'

 

What the hell was that supposed to mean? Why would he say something like her, Hel, who was one of the most original, un-fraud-like person you'd ever see in this world, or the next, or the next, or the others after those worlds? It made no sense, but she sensed meaning in this, even for the fool she was, as Destroyers are no intellectuals. Creators, however, are, and so is Kurama, their resident Wisdom God. Something told her not to go and see Kurama, though. He just didn't seem like the right person to go to, moreover, her sister seemed to fit the bill.

For now, at least. Just for now. I'll talk to Yoda later.

 

Hel headed off to the exit of the South Wing, and once through it, set fourth to the forest in search of her sister's favorite tree.

 

 

“…And there you have it, see?” Sowa said. He felt his own eyes glazing over in boredom, and blinked to keep away Nine Tale's' fabled sleepy dust. The mortals were solemn, wordless because of what they had just heard, not quite sure what to make of all this yet sharply aware of what they wanted to say, and thirsted badly to say it, but for the most parts, bit their tongues. Rather, they just clammed up and didn't speak much at all, save for brave Atemu, Seto, and Ishizu.

 

“It explains a lot.” Ishizu commented quietly. She was sitting with her knees together, ankles crossed, and hands folded neatly in her lap, like a lady. Sowa wondered why she seemed to be the only female he met with actual manners. She sat with her knees shut. Any of the goddesses would just laze all splayed out, without a care for any of society's binding rules, without a care for what anyone else thought, without a care for ceremony.

“I hadn't realized…it was…” She fell silent and hung her head.

 

Seto and Atemu grimaced. None of this sounded too good, and especially, this next bomb that Sowa was going to drop on them would be the clincher for today, until time for more explanation sprung upon them.

 

“The time has come for the cycle to continue.” Sowa said mildly, now awakening out of his own stupor. Wine sounded good right now, too. Yes, he'd like some wine. It might keep him awake. This would be when a different voice that they heard maybe once before spoke up from the doorway.

 

“Though you mortals may come to unlock the true potential of those Sennen Items, we all want you to realize that none of you stand a ghost of a chance against all of us. Both the Destroyers will soon be released upon the dimensions. The time for a total overhaul has arisen. And they will spare you nothing. Resist all you like. It's foolhardy to even try to stand against their might…and for once, the true greatness of not only the Destroyers, but all the Dark Gods will sweep you all under and drown you along with everything else. Then the Creators will step into action. You see, you people have been interrupting the Pattern of Chaos, and we can't have that. It's time for us to step in.”

 

They all turned to look collectively.

The owner of the voice was Hiei.

 

 

[ Author's Note: Bwahahaa, I <3 cliffies. ]