Forseti Gods Myth

Prologue

Light played off the silver ceiling of Olympus’s Census Department and illuminated the expansive room below. Some of the light reflected from the many torches affixed to the golden columns supporting the ceiling, but the rest came from the ceiling itself. Large text embedded in the ceiling showed the follower counts of one hundred and seventeen gods. The list of gods had been unchanged for over two thousand years since Yahweh ascended to deity status. Topping the columns were several golden skeletal gargoyles.

Forseti, the god of justice, also known as the god of bureaucracy, was filling out another report on the leaderboard--the gods with the highest follower count. He looked up to see its shining brilliance. The names names were

He sat down at the rollie chair and checked the paper tray. After examining the paper, he turned to look at the full sized globe behind him. It was encrusted with gems--jade for landmasses, musgravite for ocean, amber for deserts, and diamond for glaciers. Half the globe was a shade darker than the other half. This indicated night, and if you looked carefully you could see the darkness creeping around the planet.

“Replay the last two days," he said.

The shadow of the darker gems spun around the globe. The tiny golden borders of the many countries on the globe moved a bit as time went backward because of the crusade but the globe itself didn’t change. Dissatisfied, he sighed.

“One of these days, I’m gonna be able to use you for something useful, you round map thing," he said.

He opened the desk drawer and retrieved an obsidian box covered with gold filigree. Out of the box he took a small flip chart that matched the obsidian box in style. He called up soulfire and poured just a smidge of the energy into the chart. The rubies displaying the numbers lit up and a quiet whirring noise emanated from the

This looks like a job for the divine activity management department."

He retrieved a form from the area behind him where several stacks sat organized by color. He filled the form out, in triplicate this time, before snapping his fingers again. The gargoyle retrieved the form and brought it over to the desk at the opposite side of the room. Another gargoyle retrieved the other two copies and put them into storage. Forseti got up and straightened his suit.

On his stride over to the other side of the room a sound broke the deafening silence. Drip. He froze and listened. Drip. He lost interest and continued his walk to the other side of the room. Drip. Something hit his shoulder, and he stopped again. He brushed it off. Wet. He looked at his hand. Black.

He leapt to the other side of the room calling up much of his soulfire supply. He morphed his arms into deadly claws. Anything strong enough to break into Olympus would be too strong for him to destroy without at least some effort. After all, since the recent break-in, security was up.

He looked up and unleashed a torrent of fire onto the area where he had been standing a moment before. It hit nothing. He looked around, but the room remained empty. It was only when he looked up that he found the source of the