Asper Alissarian's Story

Asper had awoken the same time the other began to, he however decided to hold his tongue. He noticed right off the bat that something was off, never mind the fact that he had awoken in a place he had never been. The people around him, all had powerful auras, that was indeed interesting. The typical human had a filleted, filthy aura, but that wasn't the case here. Scanning the room he observed everyone there, his hunch was correct, they were Gods. Just like him.

Asper at last turned his attention to the figure on the stage, his aura was more powerful then all of theirs. The very nature of his aura shocked Asper, it was dark, darker then the abyss. "And you, are my personal creations." Asper's eyes shot open and he almost let his emotions show, he was in awe at the figure before them. For he knew that the man spoke true, the others were surprised or shocked, Asper allowed himself the pleasure of having knowledge they did not. It was obvious most of them knew nothing of the Astral, for their auras were powerful but not as tuned or in control as his.

Three weeks ago when his true powers made themselves known, they had never gotten the best of him, he could feel how much power there was that could be inside of him. But purposely he had slowed down the river of divine energy that had poured into him, he knew to much would overwhelm him. These powers were indeed great, at times he would see a third plane of perception, different from what was normal of him to see, and what he saw in the Astral. But instead like he was standing on a great tower, seeing entire galaxies. His awareness has grown greatly, to say at this point that he only saw them all through his human eyes would be foolish. His awareness allowed him to see all around him as if in a 3rd person view, it allowed him to take in all details of the room as well as all the people there.

Speaking with a heavy Norwegian accent, he stated, "You are indeed powerful, and if I'm right then everyone here knows that they are a God." But then he asked simply, "Why though? For what purpose did you create us?" He spoke respectively to the figure on the stage, it wasn't everyday you met your creator.

There was a moment of silence before a deep and hallowed voice arose from the room. "I AM THE VOID...And you...are my personal creations."

Raiden was surprised and confused. He tried to recall his lesson on mythology to make more sense of this situation, but his memory was rough. Should've paid more attention in Mrs. Peebler's class he thought to himself. Before anything else could happen a large man stood up and spoke in a funny accent.

This man posed some good questions, questions that Raiden too had. Why were they here, what was their purpose, who was this void, what is happening? All in good time would the answers surface, at least that's what Raiden told himself.

At this point, and with this much commotion, everyone else was getting up, or at least moving somewhat. Raiden, however, still tried to feign his sleep and continue to peer listen.

"3000 years ago. The old gods reigned with an iron fist. Basking in glory and power on their throwns in Olympia. But then came the war. A war which ended with the imprisonment of the old gods. Thrown into the pit they were. Left to live their immortal lives in agony for 3000 years. I have created you because a great change is about to occur and you must pick a side.

The Void smiled. It was obvious he already new the outcome of this "change" but he didnt give anything away. The future is blured to you.

"Look at you all." He said with pity.
"You are weak and don't understand the full magnitude of the powers you have."

Blake sighed. He knew exactly what this was about. "Let the humans fight. A war will only make me stronger." Blake said. He let himself slump down in a seat in the theatre. "Choose your sides, fight, do what you will. But remember at the end of the day the more people that die from a bullet or blade on the battlefield the more powerful I become." Blake said, he checked his hands nails dirt and cleaned then with his thumbs nail.

"If you really sought was was good for humanity you would stop them from fighting. Not be choosing sides and rising the body count." Blake said. His armor clinked as he rest one of his harms on one of the armrests then his head on his fist.

Asper noted that the girl was in fear, he supposed it was a normal reaction. Just because they were Gods didn't mean all of them knew they had great responsibility. The boy who spoke was an idiot though, he guessed his jurisdiction in all of this war War. And with the girls reaction, it was possible her field of power had nothing to do with violence. Asper could not help but feel, 'above them,' he had guessed by now that his power had to do with the Universe around them. Ever since three weeks ago, he has had far greater connection to.. well everything. He felt the planet move below them, turning at about 1,000 mph, at first it was overwhelming. But over time he adjusted to it and even began to like it.

"Be silent boy," He said harshly to war, "Have you no respect? You are in the presence of great power, not only your own and ares, but the Void before us." There were much greater things at hand then their personal feelings, the child may of been the mighty 'war' but he was lazy and arrogant. "Your power may come from war, but you are the God of mere concept. What worth do you have once war has ended?"

Allison frowned. She knew in her heart that it was wrong to help the people destroy themselves. They shared the planet, they had been her friends. She looked up at the void, her green-blue eyes full of emotion. "Please, I don't mean to disrespect you, I'm very happy that I've been allowed to exist because of you. If there's no other choice, I'll do it." She clenched her fist, taking a deep breath in. "Please. Give me another option. Don't make me choose who to defend. Everyone has a right to peace..to living without fear."
Allison then smiled at the blond next to her, happy that not everyone had lost their humanity.
She looked at the young man who had spoken to the teenage boy in the armor. He obviously held the Void in the highest regard. She wasn't quite sure what to make of him yet.

"What worth do I have? Watch your tongue. I could kill you where you stand If I so desired." Blake said he stood and small flames literally flared from his nose. "I am also the god of strategy. I can see where you're going with this argument. You think i'm young, naive, and arrogant. I may not know your true power, but I assure you i am not the one who you want to start a feud with." Blake said. He walked over to the man. Blake may have been angry but he was no idiot. "I'm Blake Phoenix, reincarnation of i'm guessing Ares. But I'm better than him. I don't want any fights with any of you." Blake said.

Blake extended his hand to the man. "I amy be god of war, but that doesn't mean I'm hostile." He said with a slight grin.

“I am the dark and the night and the cold. I am the light and the day and the peace. I am the war and the suffering and the never ending chaos. I am the order and the judgement of the living. I AM THE VOID! The chaos from which all things came."

“Fascinating!” Lucas said to himself, he turned to this Alison “It seems even higher beings have a taste for the theatrics.” he chuckled to himself.

Lucas listened intently to the beings words and the words of those around him. Like a true scholar he simply observed the exchange, calculating moods and personalities from the brief exchanges. They were a mixed bunch, the boy and an older man have an intense exchange of words.

“I don't want any fights with any of you” he heard the deity of war say, Lucas at least agreed with that.

With a final ominous warning the higher being fled the area and plunged the theatre into darkness, eventually one of the others created a light source, illuminating the room. There was an awkward silence as everything sunk in. Lucas just scratched his chin, this truly was fascinating stuff and he was living an historians dream being a part of it. But could he get involved with a war? His role was to observe, record...but then again, who better than the God Of Time and History to make sure you don’t repeat the mistakes of the past? Lucas thought about these things in silence for sometimes before the sound of people rushing around outside. The doors began clattering and few of the others geared themselves for battle. Even the Goddess of Beauty, who had proudly proclaimed that she would fight in the war, a statement that made Lucas roll his eyes and tut.

Lucas strolled forward calmly.

Perhaps this was some kind of test; the void could have been preparing them or studying their reactions...a real possibility. No doubt there was a hidden escape route somewhere, but... Lucas had a lot of curiosity. Either way Lucas’s indifference was dissipating. He studied the hammering door for a while.

“This could get ugly...” he turned back to the Alison girl, who looked as white as a sheet. “You hanging in there little one? ” Lucas cleaned his glasses casually “If I was in this situation when I was your size, I’d be terrified.” He put his glasses back on, the hammering was getting louder. “Tell me young one, can you use your abilities...offensively?”

Blake sighed as the door began to rattle. He allowed the helmet to sprout back on his head. He Drew Misery, his longsword and as he put his left arm out a large kiteshield appeared on it. Blake took a stance by the door. He began thinking strategically. "I'll distract them. If any of you want to run, do it while they're trying to get at me." Blake said. "Any of you that are going to fight, get ready. Whomever or whatever is out there sounds like it's frantic to get in here." Blake said. "Don't attack unless you're sure they're hostile." Blake thought aloud. He could see all the other gods, some looked ready to kill. Others looked ready to piss themselves.

Blake watched the lock rattle and it finally broke...

I scrambled to the rest of the group. The moaning of the zombies, or whatever they are, grew louder and louder.

The lock began to rumble even more...

I ducked down, and slid my legs under the seats, and hid slightly.

"I have an idea!" I scream. "Due to the fact we are immortal, no air in the room won't affect us, right? I'll slow them down for sucking the oxygen out of the for a few seconds, just to weaken them. A few will pass out, and they will all generally weaken, whatever then are." I pause. "Keep the light on."

Allison hadn't had time to reply. It was all moving so fast, almost too fast. She had remembered Lucas' unanswered question. Had she been able to tell him, it'd have been a no, she was not alright, and a no, her abilities would not attack, only shield and heal.
Of course she hadn't said anything, she had just stood there, dumbfounded.
She wasn't brave like the others, she wasn't old enough or strong enough to handle herself. Her abilities were useless in this situation. Her pulse quickened, and she tried to calm down. She hadn't been prepared for this. What had the Void been thinking?!

Allison let out a little squeak, and shook a little. She shut her eyes tight, not wanting to look. Curiousity soon got the best of her, and she opened her eyes to see the cyclops on the ground. She felt relieved that they hadn't been hurt worse, and then shock, realizing she had caused it to fall.

She had somehow avoided dying.

"I did that?" she whispered, looking down at her hands, pale and in awe. Perhaps she wasn't as useless as she had thought. Still, she had to worry about what would happen when the creature awoke now. Even though it was a monster, she didn't like the thought of them killing it.

She looked up at the man who had been speaking. He was now gesturing to the door, and Allison happily left, glad that the cyclops got to live.

Jasper groaned as he began to stir from his unconsciousness. Something had happened, he wasn’t sure what; someone had spoken to him but no one else could hear. "Come to me" it said, "Come to me and discover your destiny". The hours after that had been nothing but a blur. He vaguely remembered being in an airplane and then a car after that, things became even dreamier. He remembered being tired, so very tired and then nothing.

He opened his eyes, slowly shifting his body into a sitting position and scanning the room. He was in a sleeping bag and as he looked up he noticed there were 15 others like him, arranged in a semicircle around a stage. The building it seemed was an old theater, the red velvet upholstery stained with age and coated with dust. The aura of power resonating in the room was intoxicating; the walls swam as though heat was radiating from them, and it only grew stronger as the 15 other individuals began to wake from the same trance induced slumber.

One of the 16 had moved to sit in one of the theater chairs and he appeared to be wearing medieval armor, Jasper lifted an eyebrow in disbelief. So he wasn’t the only one who had been gifted great power, perhaps all of the people in this room were as he was, God-like among mortals.

Something drew Jaspers eyes to the stage as he lifted himself to his feet. It seemed to draw him, moving him closer to the stage and there within the darkness he saw the figure. Dark, a shadow within shadows a being with no face, only the softly glowing crimson eyes of an all-powerful force.

Suddenly movement came from within the shadows and the lights in the theater flickered and sputtered to life and in the depths of the stage stood a man, his almond shaped eyes holding crimson Irises, fear and awe immediately took hold of Jasper, he could tell he stood in the presence of a god more powerful than all of them.

The Norwegian man spoke after the All-powerful being who had called himself the Void, asking the question that was most likely plaguing them all.

"You are weak and don't understand the full magnitude of the powers you have." The insult stung, not only had they only received their powers less than three weeks earlier, they were expected to fully comprehend their magnitude? The absurdity of it all shocked Jasper to the core. And he had the guile to insult us. Jasper narrowed his eyes as he moved closer to the stage still. He stopped a good ten paces away not wanting to be any closer to the Void.

More members of the circle began to chime in and the conversation began to take off but Jasper was content to listen and learn.
The conversation began to grow heated, the one who had spoken first who had named himself War growing angrier as the red headed goddess of peace and the goddess of , perhaps, beauty stood together in the defense of humanity. An older gentleman spoke as well, full of knowledge and respect for the one known as the void.

“SILENCE”

The Void’s proclamation brought the room to an uneasy calm, attention returning to him. He explained himself eloquently and
Jasper could see the wisdom in his speech, he had seen it himself the reckless destruction the abandonment of reason that was bringing humanity to its knees. His words rang with wisdom and something must be done but Jasper hesitated, waiting yet again to see how the others would react. The blonde haired girl took a step forward and proclaimed her willingness to fight. The void looked pleased, his creations were doing as he wished. “Behold, Stella goddess of Air and Beauty and Weather.” So, Jasper had guessed correctly a small flicker of pride grew in his chest.

In the next few days your power will continue to grow. Until you achieve your divine form. But until that time comes. You will remain in human form. Weak and vulnerable to those who currently seek to destroy you."

Jasper was once again shocked, they would have divine forms? And someone was trying to kill them? It was too much. He moved to lean against the wall; he focused on taking deep breaths bringing the dusty air into and out of his lungs.

The room was dark and Jasper could hear sounds from outside of the theater, something was coming and he had a feeling it would be bad.

"Sssssurrenderrr huuuuuuuman godsss! Giiiiivvvve meeee yoooour fleeeeeesssshhhh"

The door began to crack and groan against the force it held back, luckily his eyes were adjusting to the dark. Then as suddenly as the onslaught had begun the door broke and there stood a Cyclops. “Holy hell!” Jasper muttered under his breath as he settled reflexively into a defensive stance.

He was standing a short distance behind the girl with the red hair and he watched in horror as the beast made a b-line towards her. He wanted to help her, do something that would make a difference but it seemed he was rooted in place. She raised her arms to protect herself and suddenly the beast fell to the floor before her. It was asleep? How could that have happened? What did she do?

Jasper was both stunned and grateful as he moved forwards towards the girl.
“What did you do?” he asked, disbelief clear in his hushed voice a gentle smile played across his features, “That was effective none the less, so I believe a thank you is in order,” he continued his Australian accent pronounced. It was clear she didn't have an answer to the first question.
“My name is Jasper, Jasper Fairbanks.” Jasper paused. He nodded to the older gentleman who had spoken earlier,
“Perhaps it would be wise to leave this place”.

After blinding the giant and after it got shot back by the foreign man it gently fell asleep. This was quite unusual but it seemed to be an effect of the red head.

"Woah" sighed Raiden.

Just when he thought the fight was over more noises were growing closer. It must be more cyclops he thought as he looked down the hall.

"Uhh, how about we get out of here? Yeah?" Raiden went towards the circular rock and, with a lot less difficulty than expected, lifted it up. "I don't know about you but I'm going to leave before more of those come, just because we can fight doesn't mean we have to."

With that said Raiden looked into a dark hole and jumped in, not knowing what lay beneath.

Blake got up from where he was. his armor had protected him from serious injury. he did have a scrape on his thigh but nothing more. The bleeding had stopped almost instantly. Blake looked at everyone. "Well this is kind of embarrassing..." Blake then laughed. "Good idea with the oxygen Red." Blake told the redhead.

More noises came from outside. Blake looked around. he ran to the stage and took a vantage point seeing if there were any more ways out. there were none. "Wait.." Blake said. there was a big stone tablet on the stage that Raiden was at, kind of like a manhole. "Light found a way out! Everyone file in, there's too many. After we're out I'll burn the place down and they'll either get the point and bolt, or roast." Blake said, a sort of evily-happy smile was on his face, hidden by his helmet, he often got it when he talked about killing in battle. A murder out of battle was a crime, but fighting in a war and killing the enemy was very honourable.

"Quick! Let's go!" Blake yelled to the other gods. (He was so tempted to call out 'Come with me, if you want to live!')

I watched all of my fellow gods and goddesses escape.

Well, there my plan goes...

There was no way I could defeat him alone.

I ran towards the hole that they all climbed down in. I hopped in, not even touching the ladder. I landed, feeling the shock go up my legs.

"Oww..." I muttered.

Inside the hole, I saw the redheaded girl, the blonde boy with the armor, and the brunette boy. I felt a wet substance on my converse, and I shuttered. I don't want to know what that is.

Inside the tunnel, it was damp, cold, and pitch black. I turned to the rest of the group.

"Let's go." I muttered.


[accidentally tagged asper]

“Light found a way out! Everyone file in, there's too many. After we're out I'll burn the place down and they'll either get the point and bolt, or roast."
Jasper moved swiftly into action, resting a hand gently on the red haired girl's shoulder and and on the taller Norwegian man, pushing them into motion towards the hole in the stage. Jasper staggered blinding flashes radiating behind his eyes; in an instant he knew their names, the girl Alison, the man Asper. He knew that she was the Goddess of Peace, Growth, and Harmony and he the God of the Cosmos and Astral power. He gasped as his hands lost contact with the two people the flashes stopped but it had knocked him off balance and knocked the breath from his chest. They continued to run towards the hole making it safely and scaling down into it.
Jasper could hear the footsteps growing louder, shaking his head he tried to banish the stars from his vision. he took a few steps forward staggering a bit but making progress. "I'm sorry" he said breathlessly as he reached the others "I don't know what hit me". He scaled down into the tunnel, his eyes reflexively shifting from his normal grey hazel to a glowing neon blue.

Allison smiled a little at Jasper. It was dark in the hole, and she managed only barely to make out the figures of the people and recognize who they were. She was left tired since the excitement had died down a little, but she was still thankful she wasn't getting beaten up like a cyclops instead.

Jasper's eyes, though, his eyes were glowing. Allison didn't say anything, just looked at him in awe. Stranger things had happened. She really was beginning to enjoy this, it was like one of her books; only this was real. And instead of reading about the amazing things the characters did, she was doing amazing things.

It appeared that most everyone was in the hole with her, which made her glad, even though she knew that by the end of their journey, not everyone would be together as a group in the same sense as they were now.

SPLASH

Raiden had landed in some horrible smelling liquid. "Damn sewer" he yelled after which the others came climbing down as well. After a minute most of the others were in and were fumbling around in the dark. Just as Raiden began to power up one of the men asked for him to create some light.

With a quick movement of his hands Raiden created another ball of light and sent it forward so that it lit up a large section of the pipe network. Raiden smiled and looked towards the others, "My name is Raiden by the way." He told them his name because it would be easier for him to respond by his name instead of the name "Light."

When Raiden spoke he listened as others introduced themselves.

"My name is Raiden by the way." The boy with curly brown hair said.

I scraped some of the liquid off my feet by scraping it on the wall.

"Stella Donville, Deity of Air, Beauty, and Weather." I said, cheery.

I flipped my hair around my neck, putting it into a sidewind again. Raiden lit up the tunnel again, and I walked down in large, what looked like a sewer. The pitch black surrounded me, almost swallowing me. With only Raiden's light, I couldn't see much.

((Sorry for the shortness, I don't know what to add. :P))