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Divine Intervention

Chapter 4: Fear of God

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Hiei walked slowly into the room after that small speech he'd just made. Apparently he'd found his voice, and it was something that he was bound to regret. Hiei was not ordinarily that talkative…whether to reprimand another or to commend, to advise or decide.

 

“Be that as it may, still…” He hesitated, feeling the eyes on him. It was not his nature to become so skittish in front of anyone, even in front of himself, yet here he was gripped in hesitation. Hel was on his mind. Mayhap that would prove inspiration to finish what he just started.

 

“The most that any of you can do is sit and watch. Try and stop them all you like, but to attempt to stop a Destroyer from its duty…it is a path to ruination for yourself and everyone you love.” He straightened the cuffs of his robe sleeves thoughtfully before continuing, staring up at the high arched ceiling and choosing words carefully. Cunning linguistics weren't his style ordinarily. Today, they might as well be.

 

“Whatsoever you may do, complete it fast, for I assure you: they cannot kill, but they make up for it with all pain they can cause one. Those Sennen Items do not make you much greater than most humans. To us…to any of us, you are all mewling weaklings…” He dropped his chin a fraction of an inch and cast an ominous gaze. “Hel and the…other…will see you licking each other's wounds, come the Reaper on your dieing day. Though Hel cannot kill you, though she is forced to never take one over the precipice of life, there is another who will not hesitate to complete such brutal work. The stroke of his sword is final and something never to be quarreled over. I assure you that Osiris is not the gentle god of Egyptian lore; but a tyrant without an apparent drop of respect towards life and only a love of hot, frightened blood rushing out a wound and over his frigid hands.” Then he fell quiet. Was that enough for them? Did he spook them away from any ideas?

 

Of course he didn't.

 

“I hate the sound of it, but no pain can be worse than the sensation of your soul being ripped from your body, and I've felt that before.” Marik said softly. A few others bobbled their heads in solemn agreement. “We are no weaklings. In fact, it's all of you who are…hiding in this palace, making—“

 

“—Making enemies of us?” Sowa interrupted, smirking. “I think Hiei, that they should meet our friend Osiris. He'd love to see them, don't you think?”

 

Hiei only looked at him and said nothing. Truth be told, Hiei didn't know how Osiris would take to them. The man was friendly around his…their…beloved Hel. That reminded him. Poor Hel. She was stuck between two. Hiei had known what he was doing obviously when he spoke his mind to her. Sowa looked up at him curiously over his glasses, then sighed and rose, setting aside the large tome he had rested on his lap before. “Come then, humans. Follow me. I do hope you can tolerate a good amount of heat, for it is sometimes unbearable down there.”

 

They where reluctant to get up and follow him, but they did it anyways. There was a dreadful feeling of foreboding overcoming them with each step towards the destination down the hall. It seemed to take a split second to get there, to the door to the famed `Hell'. When the doors swung open before Sowa though, they met a wall of uncomfortable and heavy warmth. Each of them, even Sowa, felt like they where walking wrapped in heavy woolen mantles soaked in hot water. Though Sowa could protect himself from the heat, and he did: a pale aura shifting from white to blue and green wrapped around him and seemed to protect him from the burning shifts of temperature as they descended the wide stairwell downwards. His robes whispered upon the stone and his breathing was easy; it was not so for the heavy-footed mortals who heaved their air in and out of their lungs.

Halfway down, Tea collapsed into a crouch. She was unable to keep going. Her yellow top was sticking to her sweaty skin, the skirt was bearable but her nylons where horrible to tolerate, her Mary Jane's where wearing hard on her feet.

<I'm a dancer, not a marathon walker…> She thought to herself, and then noticed that the others where looking at her and Joey, who was also sitting down and unable to keep going. Sowa smiled in amusement. This was abnormal behavior for him, to subject things of his own making to torment, so now he had pity on them and a cool wind blew around each of the individuals. Yami was glad for his experiences in the desert. Through that all this was bearable. The wind saved them all in the end though.

 

It was true after all, that waves of heat where making it hard to see. Sowa calmly remarked that, “At a temperature such as this, you'd all have combusted. I'd just like you to know this. The heat will leave soon. We're almost at his office.”

 

Ishizu silently thanked him for the information in her head, though sarcastically. The Creator was not evil. He was merely making a point. Then one could see that all at once, the temperature dropped. There was a sheen of white frost lining the shallow stone steps. “We have maybe a few hundred more steps to go.” Sowa mumbled thoughtfully. Their leg muscles cursed him. And what was with these odd temperature fluctuations? Now the soft wind billowing around the party was carrying gentle warmth. It seemed like a good fifteen minutes before they saw themselves walking down towards a room.

 

It was carved out of stone, as was the stairway. Sowa did not enjoy the walking very much himself. And he'd rather put these ignorant fools through light harm than to save them trouble by teleporting them all to the office. There was furniture in the room, including a desk laden with towers of paperwork. That gave Seto the willies. It was probably what his desk at work was becoming while he `visited' here.

 

But what truly drew their eye was the black clad figure towering about 40 feet tall. Sowa was about 21