C3 Chapter 3: Law

Jurdelious was sitting on a yellow couch that could normally contain three people, occupying half of the entire couch with his shoulder alone.

In front of him was a wide screen showing a news channel, the reporter was talking about a wanted group of terrorists whose images were put on display for facial recognition. His eyes which were no longer black with purple pupils but regular black and white showed that what he was hearing on the screen was only amusing him and nothing more.

"*sigh*, mortals and their shenanigans," He said.

Krene's voice came over from the kitchen like she heard his voice all the way from there." Oh don't be a hypocrite Jurdelious, your ways aren't pure either" Although she said this, her face was neutral, she didn't really care about what he was saying.

" That's different" He stood up from the couch, revealing his seven feet form, and headed to the window and just stood there.

He started at the green clouds that only appears during the middle of the year, hence the name, Planet Green Cloud." Anyways, have you noticed anything about Al'ravee lately?"

On the dining table close by, Krene sat down with a worried face. "Of course I did, his body is reacting to the rising complexity of his soul." she turned to Jurdelious, "It took him fifteen years, that's quite average. Hopefully, it won't affect his Law."

A Law, especially when it concerns gods matters a lot. A Law if left to form without proper care would raise the probability of the mortal god gaining a random and maybe common 'Authorities'.

And a law defies the future prospect of that God as well as its possible downfall.

Still standing in front of the window, Jurdelious let out a playful laugh" Hehehe, to think such a thing could give Krene, the great goddess of creation, a foul face. I wonder what the others would say."

" Why wouldn't I be in a foul mood, this is a very delicate moment. I have no idea if the one we nurtured would be good enough. I don't want our son to become like one of those guys with useless laws. Remember that guy, the god of rivers, or that other lady, goddess of sorrow, where are they now? You know how hard it was for them to get into a pantheon." Krene said.

" Ah, that's them. I refuse to believe that millions of years' worth of enlightenment would produce a useless Law." Jurdelious said as his gaze turned piercing

At this point, the front door opened and the still naive Al'ravee walked in and from the way he moved slanted, it was clear he was feeling pain all over his body. Trying to hide it he walked fast towards the chair in the dining room, hopefully, resting his legs before his parents noticed.

" Hey mom, hey dad," Al'ravee said, shouting the last part while looking down at the glass table.

Krene looked at Al'ravee with one eyebrow raised, the corner of her lips revealing the usual expression of amusement that she and her husband usually had since they arrived.

She engaged Al'ravee in a normal discussion, not implying that he was doing a bad job at hiding his bruises.

"Perfect!" Jurdelious suddenly yelled out loud.

Al'ravee looked at his father strangely, sometimes he wondered if they were his biological parents. His mother had blonde hair while his father had jet black hair, so where did his brown hair come from, he was tall but that was only compared to others his age which was okay, shy of six feet. His father was nearly seven feet and he was one or two inches shorter than his mother. Most of all were their resemblance, he had no resemblance whatsoever to any of them but even then, all three were good-looking.

Jurdelious looked at the screen still showing the news reporter. "I'll be back, I need to check something out with a friend of mine." He said as he gazed at Krene and his son with a smile that made him look silly.

....

*Night time*

A convoy of six black armored cars rode into an old cement factory, stopping in front of the large metal doors in a straight-line formation. An old lorry was parked a few meters away.

Under the moonlight, twenty-one black-suited men stepped out of the cars. The men at the far end brought out wooden crates from the trunks. Two minutes later, thirty-odd men came out through the metal gates putting on combat gear and armed with high-end rapid-fire rifles.

Their leader, a man with scars on his face walked forward. "Hey there, I know what you guys are gonna say..."

"Shut the f**k up Teddy" A brown-skinned bald man with dark shades that made him look weird at night, marched out in front of the black-suited men. His face betrayed the feeling of disdain he felt for these people. " You messed up big time, the boss isn't happy with you. What were you thinking letting yourself get exposed like that? The Boss had to pay a lot of money to silence those fuckers."

Teddy and the rest of the small terrorist group could not help but shiver in fear at those words.

" Ugh, it's not like we wanted it to happen like that, plus I'm not sure how the enforcers caught wind of the next target. To me, it kinda like they were prepared." The scarred Teddy said in defense.

" Watch your words, Teddy, there won't be a next time" The man in the black suit raised an eyebrow in thought.

After some hesitation, he walked back to the car while signaling to the men in black, in response the other black-suited men brought the crates forward. "Anyways, the boss sent supplies and a message. Your next target is going to be... Who the f**k are you!?"

Behind the cars, walking slowly towards them was a large muscled man wearing a blue baggy short sleeve shirt with brown shorts and white running shoes. On top of his head was a nice-looking black mohawk to compliment his black beard.

The man walked to the back of the car which happened to be the one that the black-suited man was standing in front of.

The man suddenly raised his thick muscled right leg and placed it upon the back bumper, he then gave it a slight gentle push. For some reason, when the man made this action, everyone else in the area had a strange feeling of extreme danger. The instinctive kind.

That feeling before a packed punch is thrown at you,

that feeling before pulling the trigger of a gun pointed at your head,

that feeling before a sword capable of cutting your neck with one strike is unsheathed,

that feeling when you watch as the timer of a bomb that will kill you no matter what is about to end, that very moment before the explosion.

...

*CRANK* they could all swear that they heard the number of the car give out a metallic groan as if it was enduring too much pressure.

...

*BOOM* the car shot out like an electric train, smashing into eight men brutally, including the black-suited leader, and crashing right through the factory wall.

Two mangled bodies lay on the ground, the car probably not carrying them along into the factory, their limbs twisted in very wrong directions. A trail of red blood was left behind like a liquid red carpet.

All eight men that were hit by the car died obviously.

The beautiful light of the moon shone upon the man but could not outshine the threatening purple light coming from the man's cold piercing eye.

He opened his mouth and spoke in a booming voice. "REJOICE, MORTALS, FOR YOUR DEATHS SHALL BE HANDED TO YOU BY ME... JURDELIOUS, ELDER GOD OF DESTRUCTION".