Aten stood at the edge of his balcony. His shining palace was glimmering. The golden glow it emanated was enough to light the world. A combination of gold and glass, Aten himself was responsible for the divine light. There were so many other sun deities. But he himself, was among a limited few. He was the embodiment of the sun. All the myths all over the world about the chariot or boat of the sun were not that far off. Now, the surface of the sun was riddled with palaces and its orbit with even more, each belonging to one that pulled it through the cosmos at one time or another.<br/><br/>With the fall of their culture, some left their palaces to seek out new followers or explore the cosmos. Aten was not one of these. He enjoyed his palace. But it harbored dark desires in him. He had been the singular god once, eons ago. He'd finally managed to get that Pharaoh to see that he was truly worthy of the world's true and unbridled worship. He WAS the sun! Others may pull him through the sky, but he is and will always be the star that dominated all life of the world!<br/><br/>How had the world so easily plunged back into the arms of the bastard Ra? Ra was merely the messenger, his servant assigned to handle the his glow which fell upon the Earth. Did those pathetic human think that only the Earth has them? There were countless small deities like Ra. Each handling an hour of the dispersion of the sun for every planet in the system. Aten slammed his fist against the railing. He was the fucking bringer of light!<br/><br/>Aten took a deep breath. There was no use getting so worked up. The plan was working out wonderfully. He smirked as he watched the other deities sweat and fret about the human's called "global warming". He laughed as every major sun and water deity were brought before councils of there peers. No one gave any thought to him and his darling Meara. A fact that was both heckling and yet useful. Ah. Speaking of which, his lover was calling for him.<br/><br/>He threw a beam of light upon her face and bridged the gap. Steeping out upon it, he transported to her side. He took her hand and kissed it gently.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"You beckoned, my lady?"</span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://s210.photobucket.com/user/roseblood1988/media/7b529be8-1dae-4ec4-b037-2363e58f2512.jpg.html"></a><a class="postlink" href="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb153/roseblood1988/7b529be8-1dae-4ec4-b037-2363e58f2512.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Nike paused. She knew she'd heard something. It was some mortal, no doubt. She turned behind to see the mortal man running towards her. What was he yelling about? She didn't have time for this. Mortal's always felt so drawn to deities. It was damn inconvenient at times, so underfoot. Not that most of the gods or Aphrodite cared. They bet on it for there "amusements". She was about to turn away from the man and continue her trek for the port when she noticed that something was off about him. More importantly though, she felt the presence of another goddess. Not an Olympian but Celtic. She'd felt this presence before.<br/><br/>Nike sighed. The Morrigan. Why her? They'd come into conflict before. In fact, they'd met on the battlefield. Nike had been under the guise of Victoria at the time. She had already been absorbed by the Roman believers. The Morrigan was not satisfied with Nike's insistence that the Romans were to win, denying Morrigan the souls of her followers. Morrigan was not one who took kindly to not getting her way.<br/><br/>She was unsure how to respond for a moment. She decided to respond to both at the same time.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Greetings, Morrigan. What have you gotten yourself into?" She nodded. "Mortal."</span>