Chapter 473: Cooperation (6)

3rd Person POV

Outside the meeting, there was a brewing storm. Groups vehemently anti-human and anti-demon had gathered, their shouts drowning any hope of calm. They didn't want peace; they craved conflict.

Their banners waved high, proclaiming messages against cooperation. These were the voices that thrived on division, their faces contorted with anger, impossible to reason with. Efforts to calm them fell on deaf ears. They wanted war, not understanding, to finally end it once and for all.

Their banners, emblazoned with slogans against unity, whipped furiously in the air, carried by the force of their shouts. These were voices born from the depths of animosity, their messages loud and clear against any cooperation. Faces contorted with rage, their eyes blazed with fervor, making any attempt at reason futile.

Efforts to calm them were like shouting into a hurricane, their ears were deaf to pleas for peace. Instead, their voices swelled, drowning out any hope of rational discourse. They clamored for conflict, their cries echoing with a fervent desire for war, not an ounce of willingness to seek common ground.

The air crackled with their energy, an electric current of hostility that clashed violently against the fragile whispers of peace within the meeting hall. Their fervor grew, becoming a thunderous roar reverberating through the streets, a stark reminder of the daunting challenge of silencing the drums of war that pounded in the hearts of these radicals.

Their numbers grew, and their agitation intensified. No mediator, no leader could rein in their fervor. They were determined to sabotage any chance of unity, to shatter the fragile peace with chants of hatred and calls for chaos.

Despite the efforts within the meeting hall, these forces outside were a tumultuous reminder of the entrenched hatred, a sobering reality check on the difficulty of bridging the chasm between humans and demons. Their fervent desire for conflict overshadowed any semblance of hope for reconciliation.

Chaos erupted outside the meeting hall. The anti-human and anti-demon groups clashed violently, their shouts turning into screams of fury. Rocks and debris flew through the air, crashing with loud thuds. The banners they waved became weapons and swung fiercely in every direction.

The once orderly streets became a battlefield. Shouts drowned any attempts to calm the frenzy. The sounds of punches, kicks, and clashes of makeshift weapons echoed through the air. It was a cacophony of anger and hatred.

Tear gas filled the air, adding a choking haze to the scene. The clash escalated, drawing in bystanders and escalating the chaos. The rioters, fueled by blind animosity, showed no signs of backing down.

Sirens blared as authorities rushed in, attempting to restore order, but their efforts were drowned out by the chaos. The riot raged on, a turbulent storm of rage that seemed to have no end, leaving destruction in its wake.

"Geez, they're acting like this is going to be a permanent thing." Rowan complained

"We've read your proposal." Alban said, "How would you define the contract for it then? Are we allowed to just kill you when their last remaining survivor dies? Or do we have a grace period?"

Luckily, the presence of the gods calmed everyone down and stopped the fighting, though, the bubble of calmness was about to burst at any moment. Jerah also appeared a while later and agreed to be the mediator between the 2 sides. God and the sins are on the side of the demons while the 2 seasonal gods are on the humans.

It looked one-sided as the humans have lesser divine beings on their side, but God and the sins were not focused on human annihilation, but the destruction of the village, which they'll leave after.

"Let's outline the terms clearly." Jerah spoke up as the meeting continued, "The eradication of the village of the 'dangerous half-breeds' is a sensitive issue. The contract must specify the actions to be taken, ensuring a comprehensive removal while maintaining a sense of fairness and responsibility."

"We ain't making this a forever thing. Just a one-time deal to deal with the halfbreeds," Rowan clarified, "After the war, we're back as enemies."

"Define the terms then. What happens after the last one is gone? Are we free to walk away, or do we linger on with uncertainty?" Alban questioned

"Let's put a grace period. Say, a moon's cycle. After the last one bites the dust, we give it a month. No revenge plots, no lingering threats. If we're all good after that, we part ways like it never happened and continue our fight without any other outside threats."

"And what's stopping either side from breaking the deal during this grace period?"

"Honor, I guess. We both have a stake in this. If one side double-crosses, it's bad for everyone. Besides, we'll have someone watching, a neutral party, making sure no one steps out of line during that month." Rowan then eyed his father

"...Fine." Jerah sighs, "If one side breaks the contract, I will give the other side my blessing, the blessing of the god of war, a blessing that is more useful for the participants of this fight than other deities can offer."

As the negotiations were going on, a sudden uproar echoed from beyond the closed door. Shouts and clashing shattered the tense silence within the room. Rowan shot a concerned glance at Alban, the tension in the room escalating.

"What the heck is going on out there?" he demanded

"What the hell do I know?" Alban retorted, "Just as puzzled as you are."

Before anyone could respond, the door rattled with an echoing thud. Then, in a dramatic entrance, the door burst open. The room fell into a stunned silence as the door rattled with an ominous thud.

A tense hush lingered, broken by the sudden, forceful crash as the door swung open dramatically. Everyone turned, their expressions a mix of shock and disbelief, as the figure who strode in, with a presence that demanded attention, was none other than Perseus himself.

It was a bold entrance, and kicking the door open, set the tone for a confrontation that none had anticipated. It was a jolt to the room, an unspoken challenge that altered the dynamics of the meeting in an instant.

"Aye, y'all can't kill me without my consent." he declared