“So basically, we either truly do nothing. We stand back, let the realm fall to whatever it’s going to fall to, or we do something about it. Thus, placing ourselves right in the middle of the change in the realm,” I say.
He nods.
“You didn’t say anything about killing our father, that bitch, or decimating the Abandon. If I’m doing a fucking thing, those options will be on the list,” Riven states firmly.
“As much as I want that, I haven’t realistically figured out a way to kill our father or her. Yes, that’s what I want, but I can’t imagine the imbalance killing not one, but two Beginning Gods will do to the realm.
“There will never be another strong enough to take their place. Not us, and not any other gods. The Abandon, I believe, can and will fall on its own if we get the Godsden in alignment. Right now, everyone is all about themselves or staying in the middle, waiting for whatever shift will eventually come.
“The shift needs to be in our favor. Not our father’s. We get everything to that point, then we figure out his demise. We may just have to live with him and her being disowned, possibly locked away like they’ve always threatened to do to Derivius.”
“I’d love to see them chained on their knees before me.” Riven chuckles and I snort.
“So what’s the Law of Doppia Disaccord and where does it factor in here?” Kyzen asks.
Amick releases a deep breath.
“A law long forgotten because the Beginning Gods didn’t like how much power it gave those below them. In short, double disagreement means that. Double the number of Domain Gods than Beginning Gods could overturn a decision they made.
“In our case, we have Derivius’s and Consequence’s agreement, but that leaves five Beginning Gods we need outnumbered. Meaning, we need ten Domain Gods to sign and agree that they believe we’ve fulfilled the expectations of us and should be released from the agreement. Then, the High Chancellor’s agreement.”
Kyzen’s muttered curse grabs all our attention.
“What?” I ask.
He stares at Amick. “You said you’d already been thinking about the agreement and those things before today, yes?”
“Yes. They just hadn’t taken priority over the agreement.”
“Then your decision today made everything you just listed accomplishable. The man who stepped up and stepped in to look after us was appointed High Chancellor of the Godsdawn. Harriseen would’ve put countless obstacles in our way. Ellian won’t. He’ll help any way he can. He’s probably already thinking of things he wants to change. He’ll sign off on getting us out of the agreement with no questions asked.”
My mouth parts, but nothing comes out other than a whoosh of air. That’s a staggering realization that hits all of us at the same time.
“Gods damn it, Amick. You already put us on the path of fixing every-freaking-thing. Now we have to be the saviors of the realm,” Riven says, throwing his hands up and letting them slap back in the water hard enough it splashes us all.
The other three bitch at him, and they argue amongst themselves. I tune them out as I sit and contemplate the reality of this.
I conclude we never really had a choice.
I strongly believe that obstacles and decisions were going to constantly be put in our way until we finally caved.
V, Seismet, the Messenger, Derivius, whoever, can claim the Valories don’t manipulate their beings’ lives anymore, only align things and show some the way, but that’s taurnshit.
They definitely push their agenda.
The Beginning Gods had to get those personality traits from somewhere…
There’s truly no way for us to get out of this. It’s been decided for us.
I’m not at all trying to justify that. It honestly pisses me off to a deadly degree, but if I shove that shit down and think logically, I unfortunately can see the end and all that could be waiting for us.
“Enough bitching,” I scoff as I get sprayed in the face again. “We aren’t the saviors.”
“Yeah, well, then what are we, little burden?”
“The puppets. The realm’s out of order. We’ve heard it enough times to know it’s true. It needs to be put back in the order that pleases our creators.”
“So that’s what you suggest we do. Seriously?”
