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And so Arascus, God of Pride, waited. He waited for his defeat as the forces of Heaven & Hell combined descended upon him. He waited as they tried to kill him. He waited as they locked him away. He waited for a thousand years in that dark prison.

Great primordial sin

Mikhail's engineers sweated as they started to cut into the stolen planes.

Mounting guns on a plane. How hard could it be?

Interrogations where never fun. Maisara did not know what the others found enjoyable about them. Maybe she could see the humour of it if she were a fellow mortal, using word games to assemble chains that bind harder than steel, but she had to face the reality of it: She was a Divine. When humans saw her, they either broke immediately or they took their knowledge to the grave. Elves where even worse, an elf had some sort of vain pride in his lifespan that made him think he had a higher patience than she did.

One glance at this elf before Maisara made confirmed all her suspicions that this would be a waste of time. He was meditating on the bed in an obnoxious fashion when she came in as if the reality of being locked in the Lower Prison of Olympiada did not concern in the least. Ilwin Tremali.

Chapter 42