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The Godslayer [bonzino and 0The0Midget0]

bonzino

bonzino

Super-Earth
Joined
Apr 15, 2012
The Godslayer travelled through the grassy fields silently, not a word coming out of his mouth as he marched towards the nearest city, the spear on his back being a sign to everyone that passed near him that this was not a man they wanted to mess with. His body was covered with tattoos, some of them being arrows, some of them being circles, some of them being intricate designs depicting a concept, but all of them giving away the identity of this man: the human who killed gods, the only man that the gods feared, a beast whose hunger could only be sated with godly blood.

He marched through a farm, making sure to avoid destroying anything, as he headed into the town. The smell of death and burning wood filled the air, as the town had just been attacked two days ago by a band of raiders. Some of the buildings were half-destroyed, people were living on the streets, begging for bread or coin, bodies were pilled up on alleyways, and there were still pools of wet blood on the floor, but still, the town moved on, trying to survive in this horrible world they lived in. A world that still many remember as being a peaceful paradise, until the day the sky went red with blood, the day when the kings became corrupt, the day when bands of murderers and rapists were formed, the day when all hell broke loose. Many thought that this was simply human nature, but the Godslayer knew what happened that day. The day when the gods got bored and decided to unleash the worst terrors upon the human world. That is why he did what he did, that is why he traveled across the world, killing gods, destroying their altars and spreading fear through the skies. And for every god he killed, a new tattoo appeared on his body.

The Godslayer entered the local tavern and immediately headed to the barkeep, ignoring the men drinking their sadness away, or the sounds of women betraying their husbands upstairs. All he said was a name, the name of his latest target: a goddess who was hiding in the human world. The barkeep nodded out of fear, telling the Godslayer all about the woman behind the name he had uttered. And once he had obtained all the information he wanted, the Godslayer left, and started heading towards his objective. Tonight, a new tattoo would be added to his body. Tonight, a goddess would die.
 
A bored god was a deadly god. While this was something most humans knew, this was something every god and goddess was well aware of. Hence why they tried to keep themselves preoccupied with other things. Making the occasional small storm, finding a human to seduce or maybe even a goat, or making some kind of land mass to put new people on. But every once in awhile there would be nothing that could help their boredem, and that is when the chaos would begin. Some of the gods and goddess would band together, deciding to put the world that had so lovingly created through hell just because they had nothing better to do. Others remained neutral on the issue, not taking part and not doing anything to stop the madness. And then there were those who tried their hardest to tell the others that the destruction of mankind was a horrible idea and earth and it's residents did nothing to deserve what was coming. But no one listened, so thousands upon thousands upon thousands died for various reasons. Diseases new and old, fires, famines, storms, whatever could be done to put the human race through hell. They didn't know it, but their actions had attracted the attention of a very certain individual that would make them regret their actions. Some had stayed in their realm in hopes of defeating this man, but others had fled to the human world.

"I think this is the last one for this street, I didn't see any others." Aaliyah couldn't help but to frown as the placed the body of a toddler girl on a stack of other bodies. She had spent the day helping villagers round up bodies and disposing of them, finding love ones, and repairing homes. It was a tough job and few wanted to do it, but she was more then glad to help. Not because she got some kind of big arousal from the blood, as some of these so called 'helpers' did, or because she was looking to steal from the houses they went into, but because she felt responsible. No she had not killed these people, nor had she burned homes, raped, or plundered, instead her crime came in a different form. She was a goddess. Not one of the ones who had done this to the people, but one of the ones who had tried to stop it. In her realm she oversaw life, birth, fertility, and crops. Never in her wildest dream would she have even imagined hurting the very people she tried her hardest to provide for (assuming another god or goddess didn't get in the way). Even so, her white hair and amber eyes gave away exactly what she was. Some people feared her, others thanked her for trying to help, others despised her.

"Thank you my grace." An older man would walk up to her, patting her hand softly.

"Please no, don't call me that. I'm just trying to help how ever I can." Granted, some people would have like to see her use her powers as she could have had this entire town back to normal with the snap of her fingers, but she couldn't do that. There was a very particular individual she was trying to avoid and using her powers would have given him her exact location. "But if you don't mind I'm going to change out of these clothes and get something to eat for the night. I'll come find you in the morning." She would look down at herself, she had worn a simple white blouse and brown pants out, both were now red and pink with blood, her face covered in dirt and ash. Waving goodnight to him she would turn around, making her way back to the busier part of town and back to the tavern she stayed at.
 
The Godslayer sat on a small wooden chair inside a log cabin, watching as a woman cooked dinner for her two children, who were too busy talking amongst themselves about the stranger. Once the husband walked back in, carrying a dead rabbit, the Godslayer immediately stood up. "Aaliyah." He said, expecting the man to answer.

"Oh, that nice woman!" The man said, stroking his beard. "Nah, she ain't up here." He looked down at his children, furrowing his brow, a sign that they had to run back to the their bedrooms, which they did. "She helped us with our crops, didn't she, darling?" He asked his wife, who nodded with a smile. The Godslayer clenched his fists, looking down at the ground before heading to the door. "Hold up there, boy! What do you want with her?" The husband asked, and the Godslayer's reply was a simple stare, one that meant a million things. The husband took a step back, trembling slightly, watching as the man left without saying another word.

He had lied to him. The barkeep had lied to him. He didn't understand why humans did these kind of things- the Godslayer was doing a favor to them, killing the ones who had destroyed their perfect paradise. As he walked back to the town, his feet covered with wet dirt, he mulled over that question. ''Why were there humans who helped these despicable creatures who could do nothing but destroy?''

No matter. Soon, she would be dead, and his quest would continue.

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Once Aaliyah stepped inside the tavern, the barkeep yelled her name, rushing from behind the counter to her side. He was a bald man who looked like he was in his fifties, having inherited the tavern from his old man. He was the richest man in town, and he used that money to help the town grow, making him incredibly popular and the first place people pointed to when the goddess asked for a place to stay. "Aaliyah!" The man yelled again, as he grabbed her hand, trembling, on the verge of crying. "M-my dear, you have to leave! P-please, there was a man here, the Godslayer, and he was looking f-for you!" He told her, constantly glancing at the door, fearing the man would appear at any moment. "I said you were in the forest to buy you some time... Aaliyah, my d-dear, you must leave this town at once!"
 
Aaliyah's eyes widened as she listened to the tavern master. Well damn. This was not good, this was not good at all. "Thank you so much! I really do appreciate this. I'll be back to repay you for this favor one day." She would pat his hand lightly, giving him a kiss on the forehead, "Your kindness will not be forgotten I promise!" With that she would make her way up the stairs and into her room quickly, throwing off her clothes and shoving them into one of her bags, quickly changing into a pair of black tighter fitting pants and an all black blouse that was also a bit closer to her skin then average wear. They were good for traveling as the closer to her body things were the chances of her getting snagged on something or someone grabbing her were reduced.

She would head into the bathroom quickly washing her face and hands before running back out to her room, grabbing the cloak she has hung on the back of the door and putting it on, flipping the good up. "How I'm the world did he find me? I've been careful..." She murmured the words to herself as she grabbed her bags from off the bed, throwing them over her shoulder before making her way back downstairs and out the back door, running down the alleyway.

She had almost, almost made it out of town until she heard someone call out her name. "Aaliyah!" She stopped in her tracks, looking around to see a young girl behind her. She had helped the girl find her baby sister earlier and reunite them with their parents.

"Can you please please please help me?"

"Sweet heart I have to go."

"But please! My little sister can't get to sleep and the neighbors are threatening my mom and dad but nothing's working and-"

"Alright, come on." She would pick
the girl up, running back to her house. It took maybe fifteen minutes for her to soothe the baby and get her to go to sleep which was much longer then she would have liked. She said her peace and goodbyes afterwords, running back out into the streets, trying to figure out which way would be the best for her to go to avoid trouble.
 
Whilst some would congratulate Aaliyah for helping the baby girl, it soon became clear that this was not the wisest choice. When she got to the edge of town, she would hear the sounds of leaves rustling through the empty streets, as the shape of the Godslayer became visible on the other end of the street, calmly marching towards her. The moonlight shone upon him, giving the goddess a look at his eyes, eyes that were filled with calm anger, hands twitching at the thought of killing another god. Once he saw Aaliyah, he stopped, reaching for his spear and pulling it out of his backstrap.

"Goddess Aaliyah!" He yelled to attract her attention, pointing his spear at her. "I am the Godslayer. Your end is nigh. Give up, and you shall not feel a thing." He told her as he resumed walking towards the goddess. The Godslayer always gave that offer to the gods he was about to kill- some rejected it, some accepted it, and some tried to fight back. Part of him wanted to know what this one would do as he got closer and closer, the people of the town watching from the windows, fear keeping them from helping the goddess.
 
"I have no reason to fight you Godslayer! You are not my enemy nor am I yours. I have done absolutely nothing to wrong you or these people!" The white haired woman would stand in place, removing her cloak and dropping her bags from the ground. She had absolutely no intention of fighting, she didn't want to. Even so, she knew this man could and would kill her once he got close enough. But perhaps she could try and reason with him somehow, this was also assuming that none of the other gods and goddesses he had faced so far had tried that.

She would take a deep breath, looking him in his eyes. "You have no reason to kill me. I took no part in making the world this way. I am down here getting my own two hands dirty, trying to help these people. Why kill me when I am trying to make things better and had nothing to do with the problem? I am the goddess of life, what makes you think I wanted this for my people?" She was shaking at this point thinking about it. So many had been killed and were still being killed, and for what? Nothing but a couple of laughs. What made it worse was the gods would forget about this in 100 years while the humans would still be healing from it.
 
The Godslayer stopped on his tracks to think about what the goddess had just said. But he couldn't let her think that she was convincing him, so he laughed, laughed as hard as he could. "Do you really think you can change my mind, goddess? You and your kind have betrayed this world. It doesn't matter if you didn't help with the destruction that has ravaged my people. I know that given time, even 'good souls' like you will be tempted to play and torture humans like they're your favorite toys." He told her, disdain dripping from his words as he approached her, the spear making a trail on the ground.

"Do you want to know how your fellow gods died?" He asked, trying to see how the goddess would react. Part of him wanted to end her life right now, but the other part of him wanted to stop and listen to her. It seemed logical: as the goddess of life, killing humans for the fun of it went against her being, the reason she lived for. So he had decided to give her a choice: either run away or die, or stay and face him in a battle of words. "Do you want to know which ones ran away, which ones fought back and which ones begged for their lives? I can tell you, if it'll help you in deciding which way you want to die, goddess."
 
Still she remained unmoved, she was scared yes, but she was going to hold her ground reguardless. She was not going to be killed for a crime she did not commit. "You don't need to tell me who ran and who didn't. I know the leader of a pantheon stayed to fight you, as did the sun god, and the storm god. I imagine Heista ran as she has always been quite the coward when confronted, but was always swayed very easily by popular opinion. Someone was going to kill her sooner or later, if not one of us then someone like you." She shrugged, it was obvious she didn't care for the goddess of the seasons all that much. Eh. "I imagine you took that spear and and put it right through the heart of some of them, decapitated others, though...I'm trying to figure out if you're the type to make someone beg for their life or not."

Aaliyah would lick her lips a bit, eyes moving away from her assailant to look at the people in the windows watching. Some were crying, others were praying to gods that no longer existed, some were just staring in awe. "Look at the people around us. Would they be crying and praying over a goddess who wronged them? I am not a 'good soul' Godslayer, I am the goddess of life. There is nothing in this universe or the next that could make me destroy the people I fight to keep alive every day. I have no desire to hurt you, I have no desire to kill you and that is why I will not draw my blade out against you. "
 
By now, the Godslayer was practically in front of her. He didn't look back at the scared citizens, choosing instead to let out a low chuckle at her defense. "It doesn't matter. You gods are all the same. You say you bring life, hm? Then why have you not used your powers to undo the damage your kind has made to this world?!" He yelled at her face, the grip on his spear tightening. "Then why are there are still murderers and rapists roaming our once proud land?!"

"You say you have no desire to hurt me, but I cannot say the same." He told her as he raised his spear, quietly putting it close to her neck. "For me, a good god is a dead one. Your words will not change my mind, no matter how much honey and fake kidness you cover them with." He said, his mind already formulating plans that went against what he was saying. "What will you do now, goddess? I must say..." He lowered his voice. "... I have never been this excited to see what my prey would do."
 
"You can trace my powers can you not? I could fix this town with the snap of my fingers if I wanted to, but didn't want to give you my location. At the same time it wouldn't matter now 'cause here we are." She shrugged, lifting her hand to so just that. She would snap her fingers and in the blink of an eye the town was...fixed. The smell of blood and ash was out of the air, the streets were clean, the houses were rebuilt as if nothing had happened to them in the first place. Unfortunately there was nothing she could do about the dead bodies, their souls had already been claimed by another god who had remained neutral in all of this and dwelled in their own realm.

"That handles that. I can't fix the entirety of this mess though . It took ten gods to ruin everything, I'm not powerful enough to just undo it all. Now. As for the matter of killing me..." She would reach up with both hands, unbuttoning her shirt down to the bottom V of her breasts. Grappling his spear she would move it, placing the point where her heart was in the center of her chest. She would apply pressure, the tip digging into her skin a bit, a white and gold substance one could assume to be her blood seeping out from the wound slowly. Even so she looked at him with a rather blank stare. "If you would like to kill me, go right ahead. I have done nothing wrong, so do know you will be killing an innocent. I will still not raise a blade against you, or smite you with my powers. I refuse."
 
The Godslayer suddenly pulled back his spear, glaring down at Aaliyah as he watched what she had done to the town. Perhaps this goddess was speaking the truth. And perhaps he should give her a chance. He grabbed her hand, squeezing it roughly, giving her a sign of his strength. "Do not tempt me, goddess." He snarled, glaring down at her. "Your people have destroyed the world, and it will take more than one of you to change my mind."

He furrowed his brow. "But I will give you a chance. I am everything your kind never was. I am fair and just." The Godslayer said, letting go of her hand and putting his spear back on its strap. "And no good deed goes unrewarded. You have won one chance, goddess. My terms are simple." He said, getting dangerously close to her, grabbing her chin, and Aaliyah got a chance to see just how big the man was. He was tall, possibly almost six foot five. His hand was big enough to cover her entire head, and she looked like a petite doll when compared to him. "You will serve me, goddess. If you are such a good soul, then you will help me hunt down those who have betrayed the human race. You will work for me, and if I ever see one sign that you are drifting from your so-called 'kind ways', I will kill you. It is either this, or death. Do you agree to these conditions?"
 
"No, I do not. You will spare the gods and goddess that had nothing to do with this maddess. Everything will be horribly off balanced if you killed off all of the gods and goddess. For example, if you were to kill my..." She looked as if she were trying to finnd the right word for it, "Let's just say the god of death, all of the underworld will be in an uproar and this planet will essentially be overrun by the living dead." Were there equal consequences if she was killed, but she wouldn't go over those. Was she in the position to be making demands? From the looks of it no, but she at least knew he wasn't going to kill her so she had that on her side. "If you can agree to that then yes, I will help you happily."

She would disappear from out of his grasp, standing in front of him, her shirt buttoned again as she rubbed her chin. "But I am aware of your strength and power Godslayer. I have no intention of doing any wrong or leaving you. I will help you set things right with this world and track down those who have wronged us." She would grab her things off of the ground, putting them back over her shoulder. "I am the the goddess of life, birth, fertility, and crops under the human name Aaliyah. I here by give my servitude and services to the Godslayer, aiding him in his quest to restore things to the way thy should be. If should sway in my stance, may be kill me where I stand and relinquish my powers." as she spoke, she would seem to glow a golden color and he would do the same, it would fade, although her heart would continue to glow. "My word is my bond. You can either make it permanent by a blood bond or to consummate, it is all up to you. I prefer neither, but if it'll help you trust me more so be it."
 
The Godslayer looked down, reaching into his vest and pulling out a small blade. He gave himself a small cut in the hand, grabbing Aaliyah's hand and letting a few drops of his blood fall on her palm. "A blood bond." He said, before holding out his hand. "Now yours. We are bound eternally by our blood. If you sway in your stance, may your body burn in the farthest depths of hell, and may your soul never be forgiven." He said, waiting for Aaliyah to let some droplets of blood fall on his hand in return.

"Now, let us depart." He said once the ceremony was over. "My next target is the god of torture. You must know him, right? I wish to find him, slash his head off and display it to the people of the world. You will assist me in my quest, goddess of life, or you will die." The Godslayer told her as he started walking out of town, heading into the forest. "There is not a moment to lose. Let's go."
 
This wasn't the best idea she had ever had, but it would keep her from running for the rest of her life, or his life, which ever was shorter. "Blood bond it is then." A knife would materialize in her hand, oh how she hated doing this....She would bite her lip a bit as she cut across her hand, the white and gold substance seeping out of it. She would walk behind him, grabbing his hand that had been cut and cringing a bit as she could practically hear her soul being pinned down in her head. Lovely.

"Is that much brutality actually necessary? Cutting off his head ok but parading him around is a little...disgusting. But your decision. And for the record I do not know him on anything more then a first name basis. God of torture, goddess of life, I'm pretty sure we make it a point to not be around each other." It was a love hate relationship. He loved the work she did [as far as providing life and whatnot] and she hated what he did. Then again she didn't get along with to many of the other gods and goddess before all this, and some she had gotten a little closer to after due to their neutrality or plain distaste for what the other gods were doing. Sh would follow him into the forest, slipping her cloak back on. "I heard he joined an assassians guild in some kingdom, but I've also heard he's taken up being an executioner somewhere."
 
"I am a fair man." The Godslayer repeated. "What you heard is partially correct. He is hiding in the human world as a torturer, travelling between kingdoms and offering his services. I have heard reports about his actions, about how brutal he is to men and women... about how he would make men who were supposed to be executed suffer for entire weeks, and how he would rape the women savagely in front of their families, forcing them to watch. He is a monster, and parading his head is only a fraction of what he deserves."

He looked back at her, his face remaining expressionless as ever. "You have a frail body. Do you have a need for sleep? Do you feel cold? Tell me all these things so that they may not become obstacles during our trip. I do not want to give the god of torture a chance to escape simply because you were too tired to walk."
 
"It's the fraction of what he deserves as far as what you're giving him. The other bit will be served accordingly, I wouldn't worry about that." When gods died by anything other then natural causes or giving up their powers willingly it wasn't exactly....great. What awaited them was something far worse then either heaven, hell, or limbo and there was absolutely nothing they could do to avoid it other then try not to be killed. But she wasn't going to stand here and bore him with the details as she was well aware that he didn't care. This was a man who only cared about his goal, not the consequences of his actions and what it meant for everyone else. Then again, neither did the gods that messed everything up.

She was a little...surprised by his words. Obviously this man was nothing but blunt. "My body is anything but frail. Just because I'm not some kind of giant with massive proportions it doesn't make me weak. I am impervious to the heat and cold, I don't require any sleep, it's nice, but not necessary, and I don't eat. Again, it is nice but it is not something that is really necessary for me." Human food was delicious though, so while she did not have to eat, she did like to. "I would be weary of him though. While each of the gods is different in their own way he is...ugh. He can and will get into your head. Show you things that aren't real, try to get you to lose focus. While I don't see your concentration being easily broken he will try to brake you and do everything in his power to do so. But that's how he's always been. He breaks you mentally first, then has fun with you physically."
 
"You have some experience with him?" The Godslayer asked, glancing at Aaliyah, analyzing her body. It's clear what he was implying. His parents had told that being a god meant having a life filled with fun and lust. Gods spent their times creating things, destroying things or fucking. Letting Aaliyah guess what that question implied, he continued on his path, and the goddess would get a first glance at the tattoo and scar covered body of the Godslayer.

"It is fortunate you do not need to rest." He said as they walked through the forest. "I have conditioned my body to not require constant sleep or meals. However, I do need to take some time to do those things, unfortunately. We will stop at the next down for me to have a brief meal and a nap, perhaps three hours, four if I feel like it. Do you know how to fight? As you are now my servant, you should know how to fight. We will most likely get into hundreds of fights on our path between gods, perhaps thousands considering your body and how abrasive humans have becomee after the apocalypse brought on by your kind."
 
"Oh by the gods no." She cringed at the mere thought of it. "Never in my existence have I even looked at him that way. In my..." How long had she been around again? Five thousands years? Four? She couldn't exactly remember, most of those years just kind of blurred together. "Well how ever long I've existed, I've only ever had encounters of the sexual kind with one person for a very brief period of time and that was long ago." Since she was created Aaliyah had been a little different. She had a well established sense of compassion opposed to other gods, she wasn't all that interested in controlling the lives of other, and she kept to herself. "Anyway, he's made a point to show off his work to as many gods and goddesses as he could. I have had people pray to me to take their lives away because of what he's done to them."

As far as did she know how to fight....Seriously, how much did he underestimate her? "If I had not accepted my duty as the goddess of life, I would have been the personification of war, power, and strength over man kind. Though at the time I had no idea what war was as your kind had yet to exist. If I truly felt the need to fight, I could hold my own far better then you think I could. But do not forget, I also have unimaginable powers so if I wanted to use those, there wouldn't be much 'combat' at all." She was having mixed feelings right now. It had been a long long time since someone had talked to her like this, or this underestimated. She wasn't upset about it, nor did she feel disrespected, she was just...surprised. "But if you need to rest let me know, or even if you get hungry. I can help with the hunger aspect, and at least protect you in your sleep in the instance we aren't near a town."
 
Right after Aaliyah finished explaining herself, the Godslayer stopped, walked towards her and then suddenly lifted her in a bridal carry. "You walk too slow." He said, holding her close to him as he got back to walking through the forest. "If I carry you, we'll spend less time walking. I also have a few other rules. You will not use your powers unless your life or my life is in danger. Using them attracts the attention of the other gods too, and they might end up knowing I'm headed towards them. And second, unless your life or my life is in danger, you will leave the fighting to me. I would like the others to think you are just a fragile woman."

At this moment, a drop of water fell on Aaliyah's head. Followed by another one. And another one. Until it was clear that it had begun to rain, but not just any kind of rain. Soon, the winds started picking up, shaking the trees and causing the animals to escape, a clear sign that a storm was coming their way. But that did not bother the Godslayer, who continued to walk with the same expressionless face as before. "Does the rain bother you?" He asked, eventually, without looking down at her.
 

"Excuse me?" She was a bit surprised, and even that was a bit of an understatement, when she felt him pick her up. "Your 'rules' are becoming less like rules and more like restrictions. I am not your puppet, nor am I your pet. I am here to aid and assist you." She crossed her arms over her chest, letting out a sigh and rubbing her temples. This man was getting...annoying, and there was really no other word for it.

"If I feel like my life is in danger I will fight. If I need to use my powers, or want to use my powers for that matter I will. Being here on ours does mess up our senses. We can't distinguish other gods from gifted humans unless a large amount of power is used. Nothing I have done so far as required a large amount of power, so we will be fine." As far as the rain went...she was ok. Considering she hadn't been able to shower before she left it was actually kind of nice. "And no, I'm fine. But if the storm gets any worse I suggest we stop and I make shelter."
 
"If you do not follow the rules, then you will not be aiding me." The Godslayer replied through gritted teeth, as the rain started to get stronger. "When I battle, my mind enters a trance-like state where any interruption can lead to me losing my concentration, which is something you need to survive in this world your kind have created. If you are going around, waving your hand and causing trouble, then my concentration will be lost, and then I will lose my life, and the gods that must be punished will remain free."

He looked up as the rain got so strong, it actually knocked down a few nearby trees. "Is this strong enough for you to require shelter?" The Godslayer asked, already knowing the answer. He marched straight into a cavern, gently dropping her on the ground, as he walked out to take some large bushes to build a bush wall that would cover the cave's entrance.
 
This man really was the meaning of the world impossible! She had never in the entirety of her existence met some one so infuriating. Either way, she didn't have a choice in if she worked with him or not. She made her bed and now she had to lay in it. "I....ugh." She shook her head, knowing there was no point in trying to reason or talk with him. She had met her fair share of thick headed people but she was more then sure he had to be the worst, or at least up there.

"I will do whatever I deem necessary to keep us both alive. That is that. She would stand up, brushing the dirt off of her pants and making her way towards the back of the cave. It was deep enough and it didn't seem like anything else had lived here in a long time, which mean no fighting or killing for space. She would remove her cloak, it dripping wet with water one moment, but in the next it, and the rest of her clothes, were completely dry. "We could have kept moving through the storm if you wanted to."
 
"But I don't." The Godslayer said, bluntly, as he walked back into the cave, looking at the darkness in front of them that led deeper into the cave. "Do not go in there. I will rest now, while you take watch. Then you will rest, if you desire to do so, and I will watch." And then, the Godslayer sat on the ground, legs and arms crossed. He closed his eyes... and drifted off to sleep, making not a sound.

But Aaliyah would hear something coming from far deep into the cave. The sounds of something rustling in the leaves. Strangely enough, if she tried to do anything 'big' with her powers, like light up the entire cave or open a hole in it, nothing would happen, indicating that there was something magical inside that cave. The Godslayer seemed deep asleep, and even stranger, if Aaliyah tried to wake him up, he would not move or budge from his place on the ground...
 
She had laid herself out on her cloak closer to the back of the cave, knowing well enough that she didn't need to sleep, but it wouldn't hurt for her to get some. While she was a goddess, her body still had some human components. While she didn't get tired easily, it could happen if she wasn't careful. Even if she really wanted to though, she knew she wouldn't be able to. So after about fifteen minutes of trying she sighed, opening her eyes and shaking her head. "Should have known better then that..." she murmured.

Upon hearing something she would sit up, arching a brow. "What the hell is that?" she didn't see anything when she had looked around earlier, nor had she felt anything living. Then again since walking into this cave she had felt something off with her powers. She would reach into her bag, grabbing a dagger and placing it in the waist of her pants. Standing up, she would walk slowly towards the source of the noise, deeper into the cave. Now was this the smartest idea? Probably not. But what else was she going to do. "Is there anyone there?" She spoke softly, one hand behind her touching the handle of her weapon and the other feeling out in front of her.
 
"I... have not had a visitor... in years..." A raspy voice snarled, as the sound of something crawling through the leaves echoed throughout the cave. Slowly, it stepped into the light of the cave, revealing itself to be a cavernous dragon, with plants and vines growing all over his body. "Especially not... a god..." It mumbled, as it crawled closer to Aaliyah.

The creature chuckled. "I fear... you do not know me. I am Vesh... god of dragons." He said, clutching the ground to drag himself forward, his wings twitching in the air. "To what do I... owe this... unexpected... visit?"
 
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