IC: EVENT

[bossman]

A TERRIBLE THING IS HAPPENING

reference books detailing myths and legends stolen from libraries...
wikipedia pages wiped clean from the face of the internet...
ancient stained glass windows smashed and destroyed...
historical research centers burnt to the ground...

Someone out there is trying very, very hard to erase all of the possible sources of power and belief of the ancient gods and goddesses. And it hurts. Whilst the powers of the minders are unharmed by the attacks, the gods and goddesses will be certainly feeling the toll: it's now painfully clear that even the simplest of miracles are now becoming almost impossible to perform.

deities, you had better have gifted your minders with some decent blessings! Because now you're going to rely on them more than ever. Someone is out to get you.

Comments

[exinferis]

You won't get the chance to.

[She sounded so blindingly confident, so painfully human. It might make someone in the room throw up. At least Eden hoped she was right. Being ignored was not a problem for her, it never had been.]

You might as well stay and chat, Bel.

[Among Eden's gifts. Aside from the holy fire and her gun, she'd been gifted with the ability to have premonitions - a leftover from her apprentice days left her with really strange dreams and cryptic flashes of the future. She could never truly interpret them till after the fact, but they did help sometimes.

Last night she dreamed of fire. Which largely accounted for her still being lit. Regardless of the plants. She didn't know who's fire it could have been - hers, or Belial's or what. She didn't know about the bombs. But there was no way she'd be the only mortal, unarmed person here.

At least until the archangels showed.]

[seedbound]

[ Those eyes narrow at her, and Persephone smiles. It's not a nice smile, not the smile of the goddess of spring or the beloved wife. It's the smile of the goddess of curses, a smile that promises suffering. The Erinyes are coming, and if he gets away from here, they will find him and tear him into pieces -- and Persephone is fully prepared to do as much herself, even if it kills her. It's personal.

There's a laugh to match her smile, cruel and cold, and it makes the long-dead warriors stand a little straighter. ] I hardly have any of them on speed dial. Your 'brothers' are ready to throw you under their heels and crush you for what you've done to them. Pride is a powerful thing.

[ Corpses shuffle in further, taking places in front of the exhibits. Perhaps their bodies will help preserve a few things, in case this place is blown to bits. ]