"A being which is far stronger, intelligent, clever and beautiful than anyone could ever imagine. The one who rules 'the beginning', that's whom, us, the people from realm of gods call, the supreme deity."
The first time Lakir heard this quote was when he was still a little kid.
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Though he was a demigod, born from the union of his mother who was the god of fertility and a common farmer father, he still resided in his mother's palace in the realm of the gods, for reasons that may be disclosed in future.
The realm of the gods, were the place all and every gods rested. No matter their assigned territory or origins, once they attained godhood, they were to live in a palace assigned by the Heavenly Lord in that realm and foresee their duties from there.
Lakir lived all his childhood in the realm of gods and being a curious child, he would roam the whole realm and sometimes even show up to other god's palaces.
Though the Gods were not always sweet, they would always welcome him, a growing child that was full of questions and made their boring immortal life a little different from their regular days.
As god of fertility, his mother, was once a candidate for being the next heavenly lord, she was very much loved by all the gods. Thus making Lakir the most loved child in the whole realm.
Well that was no longer the case.
Anyhow...
Lakir learned a lot from his visit to other god's palaces. And on one such visit he heard the story of the supreme deity.
This piqued his interest and for a while, he would go around asking everyone what they knew of the tale.
That's how he came across that quote.
Other things he heard was also similar. All describing how great the supreme deity was, all busy praising them with all their hearts.
This tall talk made Lakir a bit nervous when it was his time to visit the supreme deity.
He imagined them to be a gigantic god just like the god of war. Or atleast as brillant as the god of wisdom.
But the being he met was a trio of random dot and cross, bathing in plain idiocy.
They remembered nothing about themselves and only knew the shape shifting magic, probably taught by the late lord, who was famous for being a master shifter.
They mooched off his spiritual reserves everytime they shifted and wouldn't even be able to mimic the clothing correctly.
Making the respected god, whom Lakir had only seen in portraits, barely clothed.
Though the late lord was from a place where a single long fabric would be draped over the body in a certain manner and he kept his style same even after ascension, as he had seen in the portraits.
The beings were unable to mimic the correct way.
'Anyways, that wasn't even the problem!'
'They knew nothing, had no answers, and instead asked him about the outside world!'
'Saying the new lord never came to met them and whatever, like could you even blame him?!'
'Who would like to narrate stories to an entity that should have known everything?!'
No matter how much frustrated he was, Lakir could only swallow his anger.
Though he had already asked, the beings were unaware of the reason his mother lost her state of mind and went into a vegetative state.
Still, this was the place she visited often.
The only clue Lakir could have was this place.
Thus, Lakir put up with the beings requests and almost once a week would pay them a visit to narrate what he was doing and what the outside world was like.
The only thing which fascinated the beings was the outside world as they for some reason could not leave the void.
Hence, they were always satisfied by just hearing about Lakir's adventures, occasionally giving him suggestions or berating his choices.
This made the two enter an open deal, the beings shared the space for Lakir to search for any possible clues and would have to tell him if they ever remembered something, and Lakir shared his stories.
As, Lakir shared all his stories with the beings, they knew almost everything about him, making them his closest confidant.
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'So, child. How is your ascension path going?'
The beings who had previously heard that Lakir was going back to mortal realm to re-atempt his ascension, inquired.
"Found a human, would maybe work this time." Lakir spoke in response.
Though the beings were using telepathy to communicate, Lakir chose to speak as he already had a shallow reserve of spiritual energy.
Due to him being a demigod, no matter how long he mediated to cultivate his spirituality, it didn't work out, meaning he would forever be weak amongst other gods, no matter what he did.
This always made Lakir frustrated and was one of the reasons he chose to go through ascension again, even after what he had faced the previous time.
'Child, be careful trusting humans.'
"I know."
Though the beings felt and thought like simple children, they tried their best to understand Lakir.
They wanted Lakir to live happily like the bunny Lakir told them about, who would hop around, eat grass and have nothing to worry about.
They didn't quite get why humans were bad, but he once told them humans did something very bad to him.
Making them dislike humans with all their hearts, if they had one.
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Back to present.
Lakir gently set down the teacup with a 'clink' on the bedside table, took a moment of consideration and proceeded to bombard Cece with lore.
"I am god of fate- ah no -I am actually on the path of becoming god of fate. I need human devotee, at least fifty of them and I need human vassals to help me achieve that. You need to co-operate with me as I saved your life, otherwise you would have long gone to hell. If"
He continued while bending in the writer's direction with a butter knife, provided by the room service with the toasts they served, pointing it at the writer's throat.
"If you try to cheat me or trick me, I would make sure you never breath the air of mortal realm again.
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Extra:
Writer: 'Q A Q'
'Just kill me atp!'
Lakir: 'That lacks fun, how about torture?'
Writer: '.....'