Snippet #2312680

Halls of the Gods:

As the Gods discussed the next course of action for the world of men, a God sat upon his throne and celebrated in quite mirth. As Kallistrate finished her sentence the God sat forward, his golden helmet glinted in the ethereal lights of the great hall. His golden armored gloves dun into the white marble arms of his throne, from deep within the shadowed depths of his helmet two burning red orbs flared as his demonic voice echoed out," I am so very bemused to see that these mud fleas are not even dead yet and you already plot their replacements. "

The God, Arcturus Magnus rises from his throne, as he does his fiery red cloak billows about him as he moves to the center of the room. His golden chest plate, is highly decorated with engravings of dragons. His armored boots clank loudly on the floor as he slowly turns and allows his helmet to look down at the floor and the scene of the final moments of human civilization. His golden talon like fingers swipe at the image as he is heard taking a deep breath. He looks up at the others Gods and with a wicked laugh says," In mere milliseconds, my brothers and sisters, 7 billion souls will be mine! I will feed well this day, some of these souls will labor in my realm of Styx, some to fuel the industry of my dark Empire, but most to power me. "

Arcturus Magnus's 7ft frame moves with grace back toward his throne as he places one foot on the bottom most step of his throne's dais. He makes a fist and looking at it says," I care not what becomes of this world or the amoebas that crawl upon it, but know this, create more mortals if you wish, but in the end they will all come to me, or should I say their souls will come to me. And we all know how powerful the soul is. I warned you all long ago, to rest your power on the worship of feckless mortals was a mistake, as they die enmass from this world, your powers will wane, while mine grows. Perhaps in this world I will allow my children to play? So says the God of Death, the Bringer of Eternal Night! " Arcturus Magnus takes his throne and gripping the arms looks down at the last moment of the 20,000 years worth of Human Civilization....with hunger and joy.......