NOVEL NEXT Chapter 29: Meeting of Gods
"Well… what do you think of this brother and sister?" asked the almighty Goddess Nytherra, tilting her head slightly. She sat at the very head of the massive stone table, on a throne made of the bones of hundreds of fallen mortals, glowing faintly in the dim light. Her power was obvious, almost tangible; in her presence, every lesser god felt both fear and awe at once.
Beside her sat five more figures—lesser gods, each wielding extraordinary power in their own domain, yet still far beneath Nytherra.
They were seated as follows:
At the head of the table, Nytherra. She was the embodiment of power: Goddess of Death and Night.
Her long purple gown, almost reaching her ankles, hugged every curve, with daring cutouts at the stomach and a slit between the chest. Black heels elongated her long, elegant legs, each movement radiating confidence.
Her long purple hair fell down her back, shimmering in the faint light, while her lavender eyes glowed coldly.
She was slender, with long, graceful legs, her fuller chest subtly accentuating her feminine allure.
All the gods, including Nytherra, belonged to their own race. Nytherra was a Calamity, the eleventh Calamity.
To her right sat Veylith, God of Elementals. His power was fog, illusions, and the serenity of the soul, the ability to twist the perception of any mortal.
His body had no fixed form; he was a weave of mist and elusive gases. The head existed, but the face remained unknown, devoid of gender or identity.
A superhero-like cloak, red in color, draped across his back, waving slightly as he moved.
Opposite Veylith, on Nytherra's left, sat Sareth, God of Demons. Though outwardly male in appearance, Sareth actually had no gender—his existence transcended mortal binaries. His power was terrifying and contradictory: he could spread disease or heal, balancing life and death in his hands.
His eyes were milky white, blind, giving him an aura simultaneously wise and fearsome. Two dark red horns curved back from each side of his head, while a long tail swayed behind him. Some parts of his skin had fallen off, replaced with black carbon plates.
Though he appeared ancient, his body was surprisingly strong. Muscles showed through his torn shirt, while the plates on his abdomen gave him a monstrous yet fascinating look.
Whenever he spoke of himself, Sareth used the third person, referring to himself by name rather than "I."
Right next to Sareth sat Elmyra, Goddess of Elves — mistress of dreams, longing, art, and inspiration.
Her long blue hair cascaded to the floor. She wore a dress of thin, almost transparent layers of fabric. In her hand, she held a wooden staff, more like a wand. It was powerful and brimming with magic.
Her eyes, golden in color, shone in the dim lighting of the room. Her skin was pale, making her body appear almost fragile. She was quite short, and her chest was completely flat.
She tried to peer across the table, but every attempt was futile. Standing on a chair, her small hands barely managed to lift her, and she struggled to maintain balance, leaning forward as if she might topple at any moment.
Opposite her sat Rhazir, God of Bloodbeasts. His power was betrayal and peace.
A huge, feral creature resembling a mix between a wolf and a lion. He walked upright on two legs but retained all animal traits—sharp teeth, a red-and-black mane, and claws as long as daggers. His fur was dark red with black streaks, and his eyes glowed like embers. He wore no clothing, his body entirely covered in fur. Around his neck hung a necklace strung with five teeth.
Next to him sat Feloria, Neko Goddess. She controlled songs, seduction, and lust.
She had a slender, flexible body, every curve radiating sensuality and grace. Yellow cat ears with black stripes adorned her head, perfectly matching her long, feline tail swaying behind her.
Her hair fell in cascading waves. The front strands were carefully braided into thin golden braids that framed her face and gaze. The rest of her hair flowed freely down her back, dark brown with golden streaks. Her eyes contained a small, ever-burning flame.
Her body was almost bare, save for a black choker with a small golden bell.1
The chair across from her was the only one empty.
"I think we should wait for the last God…" said Veylith, his misty hands gliding lightly over the table. His gaze was fixed on the empty chair at the end.
"He's always late… I say we start without him," replied Sareth, his white eyes staring straight ahead.
Nytherra carefully observed the last chair, then sighed. "Why did I choose him…" Her long dress shifted discreetly as she crossed her leg over the other.
"I think they're too slow," said Elmyra, eyes closed.
"What…?" Nytherra asked, puzzled.
"You asked us what we think of the brother and sister…" Elmyra began, leaning forward across the table but barely able to see over its thick surface due to her short stature. "They can't even find a simple diary…" she added almost quietly.
"But Kai is quite handsome~ uh…" added Feloria, leaning slightly forward, her tail and ears shifting gently, clearly reflecting a sudden rush of excitement at just the thought of him.
"I thought you were almighty, Nytherra… Why don't you just find it yourself?" Rhazir mocked, a smile revealing his sharp fangs as he tilted his head slightly.
Nytherra shot him a sharp look, crossing her leg over the other again. Then she stretched out her hand, and in an instant, a gun materialized in her grip.
She fired a bullet straight into the Bloodbeast God's forehead. His head jerked back, but he was completely fine; he only hissed quietly, aware that his strength could not surpass Nytherra's authority and speed.
"I already told you, I can't find him…" she said, then added more quietly, "...it must be somehow protected."
Suddenly,
WEEEOOO! WEEEOOO! WEEEOOO! WEEEOOO! WEEEOOO! WEEEOOO!
A loud, piercing siren sounded, like an air raid alarm. Everyone rose from their seats and went to their respective sides, marking the end of the meeting.
Perched on the chair, Elmyra attempted a heroic descent. Instead, her long hair formed a slippery trap, her feet betrayed her, and she executed a perfect forward faceplant, chest-first, like a confused pancake.
"Owie…!"
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