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Ferrum

The Forge God lowered himself into his throne slowly as Aesis, the King Kraken as Ferrum called him once centuries ago, for his mood could get as foul as those damnable creatures, his obvious glee at Father’s death grated on Ferrum, even if he had fought against him in the Rebellion of Kovar.  With a slight smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, Ferrum nodded to his brother, tipping God-Smiter in his direction before laying it head first next to his throne, Krixis standing slightly in front of him to the left, Siani to the right.

“Sadness, brother?” he asked, his fingers tapping against the armored thigh, leaning against the side of his throne.  “Am I sad that Father has passed?  Yes, I am.  Am I sad that it takes an occasion such as this for our family to come together?  Yes, I am.  Am I sad to see your cranky face again?  Yes, I kind of am,”

He cracked his neck slowly as more gods appeared, Ilyona was the first, another kin-slayer, killer of Kovar himself, a feat that, while it sat ill with Ferrum, was one worthy of respect at least, to beat the God of War in battle, kind of ironic in his mind.  His hand clenched again as he was reminded of his brother’s death, two kin-slayers of the “rebels” and two survivors of the “rebels”, didn’t Fate just enjoy its games with the Gods.

“Aye, we’re continuing, Sister,” he growled, slowly relaxing his hand.

Naqqash was next, the son of Greed, a horror on the eyes, one that someone could find revolting had they not the patience to see past his skin to the heart within.  He despised slavery, he hated inequality, he had noble intents from what Ferrum had understood from the son of his rather distant brother, but orphaned regardless, leaving Ferrum to sometimes nudge things along had they targeted the young fledgling God.  He returned the nod without a word, returning to drumming his fingers on his armor as they waited for their kin to arrive.  To have a Demi-God appear so early was unexpected, but then again, Naqqash held a fair amount of pride of respecting others.

Ahru, Ferrum honestly smiled at her appearance, even though Krixis tensed at her arrival, the slightest clinking of his golden plate, Ferrum chuckled as he remembered the last prank that Krixis had suffered at the hands of Ahru, the mask of the Forgekin now sits mockingly in Ferrum’s personal vault, something that Krixis quietly hates him for, having forged it while under one of Ahru’s many pranks.

“It’s been too long Ahru, maybe you should prank Krixis again just to visit again,” he said, the granite voice cracking a little to allow some warmth into the words.

It was Di’Myria that arrived now, drawing Ferrum’s gaze, he had fought with her many times during the Rebellion, and every time they faced one another, it would come to something else calling them away from one another.  Kovar’s demands for victory elsewhere, or Father’s own plans drawing the Time Goddess away.  He’d never held hatred against her, with her powers Ferrum knew she could have wounded him at the very least in the past, instead she stayed her hand.  Although Loshtar had fallen to her hands, and she was another kin-slayer, Ferrum couldn’t fault her for it.  Loshtar was Murder after all, and he had said he would kill the Time Goddess during the rebellion, not one of Ferrum’s favored brothers, and he often forgot that as kind a soul as Di’Myria was stained with death.

“A minute or two we shall have, Sister,” he said bowing his head to her in respect.

Ki’ivara arrived without a word to him, pressing herself to her sisters with her habitual glee in such moments, Ferrum would never fully understand her, even though he had to deal with her during the rebellion, a fact he personally didn’t want to repeat, there were only so many lusty people he could beat aside without killing them in a realm such as hers.  It was the one who followed her that made Ferrum sit up fully, his children reading themselves almost on instinct, Siani’s flames burning a little brighter and Krixis gripping his own hammer.

“Peace, my children, we won’t be the ones to break the rule of the Guardian this day,” he said, seeing the eagerness of Siani fading slowly, although Krixis kept his hand on his hammer.

Kilgarrah, the dragon lord, and the one who Ferrum had fought bitterly, losing one of his prized projects because of the blasted flying wyrm.  He said nothing to Ferrum which was fine by him at this moment, Krixis keeping the shrouded Wyrm’s Tooth at his side, and he was suddenly beset by the decision to unmake the weapon again.  It was a gamble in his mind, and just seeing the dragon again made him question the choice in allowing the weapon to be made once more.  Sighing he relaxed again, his eyes flashing to keep him in sight, he had no desire to risk losing more family this day.

Janin arrived, Ferrum admitted he knew little of his sibling, keeping his distance from that one out of habit rather than dislike.  And then there was Xsar.  Madness certainly was his domain, salmon, that was his entrance, salmon, Ferrum could already feel Aesis’ prickling at it.  With an inward sigh, he realised just how dysfunctional his family was whenever Xsar appeared. And impressive ability which Ferrum hated about the God personally.

Azo’tet, the centaur, the death god, at least he brought a gift for the old man, a pure soul, something Ferrum doubted existed in a world where the Gods exerted their differing wills and schemes onto their peoples.  At least he was a neutral party, he hadn’t taken part in the rebellion, and many times Ferrum had heard Kovar raging against not having the God of Death on side.

And then there was Zadia, Kovar’s daughter, and she held the same belief of Kovar, that she should have the throne, even though he cared for her, he pressed his palm against his forehead as he watched her parade around as though she was already empowered.   Even Krixis’ jaw fell open as Zadia made to claim Kovar’s center.  It was Oksana who stopped her of course, ever the enforcer.  Ferrum watched silently as Zadia struck the Storm Goddess, only to be flung across the chamber by the Guardian.

Stepping from his throne, he offered Zadia a hand to her feet again, staring at the Guardian and Oksana before turning his attention back to the four-armed amazon.

“Now’s not the time for such claims, Zadia, work on earning Kovar’s throne first, rather than thinking of it as a birthright,” he said quietly to her.

It was Ahru’s request to have the daughter of War ejected from the Heavens that caused Ferrum to look up, it wasn’t surprising, Ahru’s dislike of Zadia was plain, what caught him off guard was the brazen attempt of it.

“Zadia is the daughter of Kovar, our brother and the son of Father, she has every right to be here, as a representative of War in the… absence of Kovar himself,” said Ferrum loudly to all the assembled Gods and Goddesses, his eyes falling on Ilyona as the last of his sentence.
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