Heroism (Slash III)

"I truly love arguing with grumpy, old men." Miuoi said, his seat next to Jeremiah's in the royal family's Council Room Of Honors.

Seemingly that Jeremiah only has x amount of days to lead his troops, he now must lead the prince and his group, and whomever else down to the God realm for a treaty that seems sabotaged by the jump. This was never on his list of things to deal with, but here he is, sitting next to Prince Miuoi around a table of various prestigious men--all either have money, title, or both--to go through all pages of a treaty that never really seem to tilt in the human's favor in the first place.

After the War of Namida thousands of years ago, Gods, divine beings, and humans were living amongst each other, with the gods acting as the human leaders, once treating them with love until they treated them like slaves and cattle, going to far as to kill human and Vera as a sport. Eventually, the humans had enough, and the humans rebelled against the Gods for their tyranny, causing an all-out war to break out between Gods, humans, deities, and Veras. The Gods easily overpowered the humans, killing off millions by the minute, until the first God of Creation, Bruhman, demised the vision of his creations losing their lives to the other Gods unjustly. He then created the weapon of heroes--Exaclibur--as a human weapon that can fight against any entity.

The hero he selected--the first nisf daw--Iroas, was the first human to ever be able to go toe-to-toe with the Gods, causing the humans to rise and declare war with the Gods. It was during this war that the humans figured out the secret to killing a God, which is to strip the limb of where their God mark is and to destroy it. Once Iroas learned of this, he used this secret to his advantage and changed the tides of the war.

It wasn't until the Gods began to receive catastrophic losses, did the Gods agreed to a treaty with the humans under the pretense of peace--Gods would stay in their realm, humans in theirs, and Veras would only be able to stay in the human realm as long as they acted accordingly. It was a win for the humans, a slight nudge in the right direction to the Gods, and the Vera, well, it was something. 

That is why every fifty years, the Gods, humans, and Vera have agreed to meet to discuss the rebalance and accuracy of the treaty and to make sure all is fair until the next fifty years. 

Jeremiah, unfortunately, has been the leader's task to help guard the prince and his camp as they travel to God's realm for the treaty's resignation. The only problem is, that Jeremiah has to suffer through days of treaty demands of humans then by Gods after the coronations. 

Jeremiah sighs, pinching his nose as whatever his name is--screams about the most irreverent clause in the treaty to get it changed. 

"We must change this!" A duke exclaimed. 

"We've asked every fifty years! They will not do so!" A Viscount exclaimed. 

"How about this?!" Another duke exclaimed. 

"Are you stupid?! That helps them more than us!" Some well-found inventor exclaims.

This jury allegedly sits together every 25 years to discuss the treaty, and Jeremiah hopes he's either dead or retired before he attends another one of these messes.

"After this is done," Miuoi said, "how about a round of drinks? Your office? On me?"

Jeremiah pinches his nose tighter, but he has enough energy to silently nod his head. 

…

"That went...terrible." Miuoi said, smiling as he slipped behind Jeremian and into his office with a worried Clarke following behind. Jeremiah waves Miuoi off, who is sitting near his desk with his cheek in his hand and letting out a loud, drawn-out sigh.

"Expected worse." Jeremiah said. "Now we have to complain about the entire treaty to nine uninterested divinities. Marvelous."

"Well, I think we may have a shot at limiting some of the Vera since the last few incidents at least" Miuoi said. "and yes, losing the snake is pretty bad, but we can argue for the gods to give us more resources to make create an even stronger weapon-."

"Just to lose it?" Jeremiah asked. "We don't even know who stole Aliashmiazz, and if anyone's going to try to break into Tila-."

"So, maybe they'll help and give us some resources, even if it's temporary." Miuoi said. "and we also can use Excalibur's magic; we just need a catalyst is all."

Jeremiah sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"H-how about that drink, Jeremiah?" Miuoi said. "It's pretty late, and at least your knights won't have to see you hammered. Just me."

"That doesn't comfort me." Jeremiah huffs out. "But one drink can suffice."

Miuoi smiles, motioning to Clarke to hand him some small glasses, and to slide over his hidden stash of wine, a bottle he always hides in Jeremiah's office, unbeknownst to Jeremiah.

"I can't believe you hide alcohol in here." Jeremiah said. "Have you no shame?"

"I'm about to beg the Gods to have mercy on us mere humans." Miuoi said. "What is a shame, to you?"

Jeremiah shrugs, gently grabbing the bottle from Clarke's hands and pouring the liquid into their small glasses. Miuoi watches silently, waiting for Jeremiah to pour him enough before Miuoi brings the glass to his lips and gulps it down.

"Have you finalized Squad I, Captain?" Clarke asked. "I know there's so much planning to be done to have the knights packed and ready."

"We haven't had recruits in a while, especially such promising ones." Jeremiah said, watching the alcohol in his glass move. "But I have chosen three, and you mentioned you have chosen one."

"Yes, she'll be in recovery during the expedition, though." Clarke said, but I'll have her back in order when we get back."

"Good." Jeremiah said. "Have the three top recruits be packed and ready for the expedition. We'll leave in three days time at sunrise."

"I'll let them know." Clarke said, a small smile on her face. "They'll be happy together."

Jeremiah just grunts, taking another swing of alcohol down his throat.