frostythecursed

[frostythecursed]

A/N: This short story you're about to read is about a forgotten God, the god of Netherworld and de*th, as well as the teaser/story of an OC I have been working on. I hope you enjoy it.

ETHOR, THE GOD OF THE NETHERWORLD

Warm wind blew gently, making the little girl’s wavy chestnut hair dance and tickle her face as she walked out to the yard. Her friends were all out there, playing with their toys, building castles in the sandpit, playing tag and other sorts of games. She smiled skipping joyfully, her teacher had given her a candy for being so brave after she fell down and scraped her knee while playing with her friends around the old statue made of stone and covered in moss. The statue was damaged to a grade that it was unrecognizable now, kids pretended it was the statue of a king or an Indian tribe chief or sometimes even a magical protector. And now it was a handsome prince for the little girl and her friends, they were all princesses, waiting for their turn to drink tea and dance with the prince at a party from the tales they listened to before bed. Little girl placed the strawberry flavored candy on the stone base at the feet of the statue when it was her turn to dance with the prince, “For you, my prince. I thought you’d be hungry after dancing for so long.”

Whole Netherworld shook, eternal fires lit once again with the flames touching the skies, hounds hauled and ravens cawed. Statue of a sitting figure started cracking, a loud growl caused the flames to tremble. Soon the stone figure’s limbs broke free, dark tan skin showed itself, silver rings on both arms reflected the red light of the flames. Strong muscles stretched and contracted as a seven-foot man stood up and stepped down from his obsidian throne. His eyes of ice blue glowed brightly and a tiny sweet wrapped in pink paper fell from the sky and into the palm of his hand. Finally, he was awakened. He looked into the flames, “Show me the one who awakened me, show me my High Priestess,” his voice echoed in the eternal abyss. Flames danced and changed color to stream the moment when the little girl placed the candy at his nearly destroyed shrine. Awakened God hummed watching a tiny human placing a single sweet on his shrine. “A child?” God’s brows furrowed, creating a deep creek inbetween. “She is the one who awakened me from my thousands of years long sleep. No matter who she is, she is our priestess. Follow her, my loyal servants. Protect her. And report back to me about the world’s state.” Upon the forgotten God’s order, hounds and ravens rushed through a gate of fire, leaving the Netherworld and entering the human world.

Little girl looked out the window, a big black bird was sitting on a branch, watching her. “Night night, birdie,” she waved at the bird. As if it understood, the bird tilted its head, looked into the girl’s eyes and hopped closer on the branch. Orphanage windows were barred to keep the children safe, creating an image from the outside as though the place wasn’t an orphanage but a prison. It was an old building, vines and moss covering the outside of the gray and gloomy building. “If you’re still here in the morning, I’ll bring you some bread crumbs after breakfast,” she yawned.

The God watched from his throne as his servants gathered everything about the human world and the girl they could. His High Priestess was an orphan in the twenty-first century. Humans had carriages that could move without any horses or other animals, they called such machines, ‘cars’. They had little tablets in their hands, which they called phones, and they used these little devices for everything. Everything had changed so much, they now believed in different Gods, Gods with books and prophets and miracles. He left his throne and walked down the steps leading up to it. With each step, embers blazed under his feet. Modern clothing covered his body as he walked towards the fiery gate. He was dressed in all black, classic shoes, slacks, a button-up shirt, a tie, a vest and a jacket and a black trench coat along with a black fedora hat. It was an ancient and powerful bond between a God and his High Priest or Priestess. It was the God’s duty to protect his Priestess from harm. He passed through the gate, stepping into the human world. Standing on the street in front of the old orphanage, his amber eyes examined the building. “A child should not grow up without a family. But humans… I cannot allow these rotten humans to have a role in my Priestess’ upbringing.”