Tarous, стр. 64
“Hephaestus sent me. He wants to add your powers to our alliance.”
I tried to move, but I was helpless. I couldn’t move an inch. She leaned down over me and her eyes began to glow blue.
The door to my room slammed opened and Nyxra was standing in the door way. “Tarous I just wanted to…”
She froze, but no magic was involved. I tried to scream for help, but I couldn’t make a sound.
Nyxra only took a second to process the scene. Then I saw her jaw clench in anger before she snapped her wand out and muttered a few words under her breath that sent an incredibly strong burst of air in our direction. It hit the woman on top of me like a punch and she flew across the room and slammed into the wall.
I never knew she was so strong. For a moment I thought she was going to send another spell my way but then she turned and marched out of the room. I was released from the woman’s ability to freeze me, but not in time to explain things to Nyxra.
This felt very familiar, except last time the roles were reversed. I guess I deserved it. The same thing had happened to Nyxra, in a way.
The other woman was getting to her feet. Before she got the chance to stand I summoned my reaper weapon as a gun and shot her three times in the chest and once in the head. I was flattered, really I was, but I had things to do. I blew the smoke coming off of my barrel.
I could feel a new tattoo appear on my body. I looked down at my left ankle and the image of a black snow flake appeared. The power to freeze was now mine. Hmm. Three gods down. Two more and I would be an Elder God before I even fully figured out my God of Death abilities.
Before I could run to Nyxra, Cronus appeared in the room. He looked over at the dead body of the Goddess of Ice.
“Really Cupid? You had one job. ONE JOB!” he yelled at the sky. I felt bad for Cupid. I would hate to be in his shoes when Cronus caught up with him. Cronus let out a long sigh.
“Alright, new plan. I have someone else that can babysit you. No one will ever think to look for you there and you will be completely safe.”
“Wait, I need to tell Nyxra that this was all…” I never got to finish my sentence as Cronus teleported me away in a swirl of sand.
The God of Time and he couldn’t even spare me a minute.
Chapter 37
“Welcome, ladies and gentleman, to the City of the Gods. Today I will be interviewing the greatest and most celebrated god of all, Zan, God of Cooking!”
A dark haired younger gentleman that appeared to be in his thirties was busy stirring vegetables in a pan that was on fire.
“Cut it out Tarous. I’m busy cooking,” Zan put a lid over the pan to put out the fire before drizzling a black sauce over the vegetables.
“Shock! The God of Cooking is cooking. Again.” The one thing he did literally every second of the day.
“No dessert for you then,” said Zan as he cut up vegetables with one hand and stirred a pot with the other.
“I apologize, I apologize!”
I didn’t have a choice. He was making cheesecake, and his cheesecake was truly to die for.
The human realm had become even more dangerous for me now that one of Hephaestus’s faction of gods had openly tried to murder me. It seemed like many of the other gods wanted to kill me and take my powers before I learned to use them properly. But in the City of the Gods that was impossible. This city had been created before the human race even existed. It was a city where gods were unable to kill other gods or they would instantly die themselves, struck down by powers older than mankind.
As long as the ancient towers surrounding the city remained in place it would be so, according to the legend. Legend said the towers were made by the first gods. Those that rose from the primordial chaos to shape the universe. It was interesting to me that even the gods had their own legends.
The city was mostly made up of large marble buildings with statues of thousands of gods littering the area. Gods of various different skin colors, including rainbow skin that swirled, visited the city every day. Gods and creatures with a third eye on their forehead or with six arms and three heads didn’t attract any unusual attention. It reminded me of the monster realm, except everyone was polite. You never knew when someone was an extremely powerful god.
I had been here for three months, and I had spent all my time here with Zan. Zan was an old friend of Cronus, another one of my fellow gods, and now a good friend. He ran a small business selling his delicious prepared foods to the other gods in the city. Even though none of them needed to eat, they could still enjoy the taste of food and Zan’s food was the best. Let’s just say despite the fact that the restaurant was small, Zan didn’t need to work for the rest of his life, and he was basically immortal. I had settled in to helping around the shop while helping myself to the food during the day and training or meditating at night.
Out in the front of the shop I heard the ringing of a bell as a new customer came in. I walked out of the kitchen to the front counter to take the customer’s order. The god that walked in wore a dark suit