The moment he opened his eyes and found himself back in his bed he got out of it, speaking aloud in the hopes that the effect he wanted would activate properly for the various gods of the world to see.
“Allow all gods to see into my mind.”
Combining the rage he was feeling with his persistent migraine, Ben was in no mood to just let himself be robbed silently just because it was a group of so-called gods doing it. The very thought left him disgusted as he got dressed to leave, hearing as hundreds of notifications rang out in his mind from every watching deity being able to tell exactly what he was off to do.
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“Deny all. I don’t give a shit about what any of you have to say on the matter,” He spat as he started stomping out, only for the single god he was willing to lend an ear to finally speak up.
“To put it mildly.”
“Also to put it mildly.”
“No.”
He’d specifically opened his thoughts up to any watching gods to make them see that the choices they made had consequences and that he wasn’t playing around. As soon as he got to the greenhouse he’d made he was going to be activating all of the defensive enchantments to destroy it and let the souls it contained move on rather than let himself be treated like that. A goal Myriad wished to stop.
He understood exactly why his apostle was so mad and if it was anything else he’d be less inclined to stop him. Whether those other gods truly believed that they needed to take what Ben had discovered for the good of the world or had simply gone too far and been blinded by greed at the thought of having such a handy tool, It didn’t matter. He just needed Ben not to go through with it. It was too useful to let it be destroyed. Even if the potions it made could only be used a single time that meant a single bit of quick and easy growth for millions of people, and every god knew the chances of them not working twice were incredibly slim.
With all of that in mind, he tried to get his apostle more agreeable the only way he knew how. Tempting him.
“Good, hope they’re all sitting tight to see that actions have consequences.”
Myriad continued as Ben was making his way out of Sonya’s to his house down the street.
That just briefly put a lull in his step.
“Whatever I want huh?” He muttered, feeling his wheels turning in a way that could only worry Myriad. It was the feeling of far more going on beneath the surface of Ben’s mind than was clear to see for any god watching, a feeling that none but he and Helori had come to recognize.
He said, trying to guide Ben into picturing the wealth he could have, only for Ben to not give a demand first, instead asking a question.
“Was this another stupid vote? How many gods were actually on my side this time and how many against? More importantly, where did Anailia fall?”
The moment he opened his eyes and found himself back in his bed he got out of it, speaking aloud in the hopes that the effect he wanted would activate properly for the various gods of the world to see.
“Allow all gods to see into my mind.”
Combining the rage he was feeling with his persistent migraine, Ben was in no mood to just let himself be robbed silently just because it was a group of so-called gods doing it. The very thought left him disgusted as he got dressed to leave, hearing as hundreds of notifications rang out in his mind from every watching deity being able to tell exactly what he was off to do.
…
…
“Deny all. I don’t give a shit about what any of you have to say on the matter,” He spat as he started stomping out, only for the single god he was willing to lend an ear to finally speak up.
“To put it mildly.”
“Also to put it mildly.”
“No.”
He’d specifically opened his thoughts up to any watching gods to make them see that the choices they made had consequences and that he wasn’t playing around. As soon as he got to the greenhouse he’d made he was going to be activating all of the defensive enchantments to destroy it and let the souls it contained move on rather than let himself be treated like that. A goal Myriad wished to stop.
He understood exactly why his apostle was so mad and if it was anything else he’d be less inclined to stop him. Whether those other gods truly believed that they needed to take what Ben had discovered for the good of the world or had simply gone too far and been blinded by greed at the thought of having such a handy tool, It didn’t matter. He just needed Ben not to go through with it. It was too useful to let it be destroyed. Even if the potions it made could only be used a single time that meant a single bit of quick and easy growth for millions of people, and every god knew the chances of them not working twice were incredibly slim.
With all of that in mind, he tried to get his apostle more agreeable the only way he knew how. Tempting him.
“Good, hope they’re all sitting tight to see that actions have consequences.”
Myriad continued as Ben was making his way out of Sonya’s to his house down the street.
That just briefly put a lull in his step.
“Whatever I want huh?” He muttered, feeling his wheels turning in a way that could only worry Myriad. It was the feeling of far more going on beneath the surface of Ben’s mind than was clear to see for any god watching, a feeling that none but he and Helori had come to recognize.
He said, trying to guide Ben into picturing the wealth he could have, only for Ben to not give a demand first, instead asking a question.
“Was this another stupid vote? How many gods were actually on my side this time and how many against? More importantly, where did Anailia fall?”
