“Did you ever wonder why the world around you moves faster than your actions? Who's making the rules to which you live by? Who's pulling the strings of your decisions? Is it yourself or something far greater?.”

It's interesting how humans assume that their gods are above everything, how they created their world and themselves on a whim. However if you start questioning just a moment, if gods created the humans, who created the gods?

Millions of worlds, millions of humans and other species, millions of dimensions, how can just one god take care of it all? By their own definitions gods are omnipotent and omniscient beings that observe and care for their world and reality. Each world can have one or more gods watching over it, the gods don't only take care of, but also change and maintain the order of things, such as time, space and matter.

However above them, there is something even more impressive, something they don't even dare question or wonder. Gods have learnt to not question their origins, after all, they're already gods, why would they start wondering how and why? After all, those questions when asked before only caused one thing:

Destruction.

Therefore when the gods taking care of Earth from Dimension LII saw the major change on their timeline, they started worrying. Worrying not only for the humans and other species lives but also their own. After all, even if gods are all-powerful, they still can perish.

Dimension LII’s Earth is one of many where the presence of gods is known and seen, they even share gifts and communicate with humans. Such actions are carefully planned and have their own consequences, one of them is the lack of omniscience they face, being limited to those who have faith in them. This dimension however is so old that gods came and went as time went by, and they're classified as Ancient, Old and New gods. Ancient gods were mostly eradicated in a war far older than any human, and Old and New gods came after, taking care of the world that was ablaze.

There are approximately twenty gods in this dimension who are currently alive and well. One of them, the god of Sun, can be found in a small march close to the border between the Exos Empire and the Wisperia Kingdom. He’s walking calmly on the streets of the march, the figure of a man wearing nothing but a white tunic is quite exotic in the Exos Empire, especially considering that the man in question is extremely good looking. His appearance is second to none, even Prince Nikias, known for his looks, would be outshone by the god. Two meters tall, with a slightly muscular physique similar to those of statues in museums across Earth, the god has golden eyes that shine as the sun itself, his golden silky long hair looks almost as if it was made with thin threads of pure gold and his lips are red like the most beautiful of roses. The way he walks screams ‘god’, head up high, standing straight and his eyes never cowering. 

His presence at the march is one that seeks the attention of the commoners around him, all staring in awe, some even whispering among themselves, not only because of said beauty, but also because the man is the perfect depiction of the statue standing at the center of many Sun god’s temples. However even if they thought the man could be their god, no one would dare to say it out loud, as it could be seen as heresy. That’s probably why the god wanders the streets of the Empire without worry, the religion within the borders is so strong that even the poor children of the slums believe in the Sun god. Of course he isn’t the only god the people of the Exo’s Empire believe in, but the other god they believe in is more silent in their actions than the Sun god.

After a couple minutes walking, the man finally arrives at his destination. A small empty cafe, the place has only a few tables outside and its interior is poorly decorated, as if it was put together in a hurry. The brownish colors together with the black ornaments make the place not much inciting, she still has poor taste, the god thinks as he approaches the owner of the coffee shop, she’s sitting leisurely at one of the outdoor tables, reading a tattered book that's probably centuries old.

“You're late”, the woman says, not looking at the man that approached her. Contrary to the man, she doesn't appear like a god, small stature, her black short hair is wet with sweat from being close to the coffee machine all day, her deep black eyes are as dark as the night sky without stars, her sunburned skin and poor quality clothes scream ‘commoner’. The woman that now goes by Heather, is the goddess of the Moon, no one would guess, probably because her statues and paintings portray her with silver hair and eyes, shiny pale skin that reflects the moonlight and height equivalent to the Sun god, however, that's only the case during the night, during the day she looks nothing more than another commoner of the Empire, as her power comes from the Moon, she’s the strongest at night, just like the Sun god is the strongest during the day.

“You look filthy as usual”, the comment of the Sun god doesn't bother the woman, who closes her book to face the man. Before speaking she scans the man from head to toe.

“Everyone will stare at you if you go out like that”, she rebukes with a gaze of disapproval. “When will the others arrive? I'm losing clients ya know”. Her tone is the same as it was a hundred years ago. The man thinks with a light elegant smile, his air of superiority isn't unfamiliar to the woman, as they used to fight side to side long ago, it can be said that they're closer than most gods.

Even if the last time they saw each other was bloodier than one would hope. 

The Sun god and Moon goddess are what most would consider ‘partner gods’, differently from another couple of gods, their relationship is fraternal. The Sun god is older than the Moon goddess, but they’re both the last Ancient gods alive, as they were there from the birth of Earth, when not a single species yet lived on the surface of the world. As a relationship that lasted millennia, no one could understand them like each other, so when the Exos Empire was birthed from both of their Saints, it was natural for them to become even closer.

They meet from time to time, for a drink, however as most siblings, their nights ended in fights, and the last time they saw each other was no different, causing the Moon goddess to acquire a scar in her collarbone and the Sun god to acquire one in his left shoulder. Although they hurt each other, they don’t hold any grudges, as they still consider each other as precious friends, despite their differences.

“You don't have customers, ever, my lady”, a man leaves the shop, holding an apron, the sun god recognizes the elf. Most elfs were scattered around Earth, running from slave traders after their community was mostly killed in war a couple hundred years ago, elegant creatures that resemble humans, they’re praised for their beauty and connection to nature. 

“Kane, you're still alive?” The man's words are more sarcastic than what he intended, the oldest elf in the current dimension and a king that abandoned his people to serve coffee with the moon god. It's pathetic. Kane is the perfect representation of what an elf looks like as once he was revered as their King, his blonde hair has a dull tone close to the Sun god’s, it reaches his chin, cut sloppy by a dull weapon, his eyes are of a gray tone, proof of his punishment for deserting the god of Nature, his skin is of an ash brown tone, once again showing that his once devotion to the god was severed by his own choices. Humans usually think that elves have porcelain skin, however most have their skin resemble the tone of earth, and their eyes are green like the foliage of the sacred tree, when they deserte from their faith on the god of Nature, the pigment of their eyes and skin are stripped away as punishment. 

The elfs that humans mostly came in contact with were after the desertion, that’s why they’re mostly known for porcelain and clear skin.

Heather gets up from her chair, standing next to the elf, her small stature is almost funny close to the 3 meters tall elf. Kane, contrary to most people, though, treats their difference with care, he kneels to the Moon goddess, to meet her eyes with his “My lady, I will be back in a couple hours”. He’s probably leaving to avoid meeting the god of Nature, that insane man would probably pick a fight if he saw Kane. The Sun god thinks as he takes a seat in front of where Heather was seated.

“Remember to stay by where I can feel you”, the woman's tone is serious, as the patron goddess of the Exos Empire, her reach would be the whole Empire, but as they’re close to the god of Nature’s reach - the Whisperia Kingdom -, the woman can’t avoid but be wary. Kane nods, preparing to leave.

“I knew I smelled a traitor!” A high pitched voice startles the gods present there. By appearance he wouldn't be much different from an elf, however his long green hair, brown eyes and extremely tanned skin rattles his identity. The god of Nature, Lucifer, and before you question, yes, he chose this name himself. “I can't believe you still keep this rat next to you”, the tanned man sits next to the Sun god, who skirms away annoyed. 

“I'll take my leave”, Kane gets up and bows shortly to Heather, before leaving fastly. 

“Leave him alone”, the Moon goddess sits again, her tone is one of warning. Right now, Nature's god doesn't have a chance to fight her, not in her territory, so the man resorts to just clicking his tongue immaturely. Lucifer is an Old god, one of the firsts to be birthed after Earth stopped burning, before the new era he was known as Xylo, some of the elder elfs still call him that, gods change names as humans change clothes, their name change as the environment requires, their name can also be changed by the faith of their disciples, as most names are given not chosen. Lucifer had his name changed after the elven war, he changed himself as an answer to the betrayal he felt from the species he created himself.

Before we continue it is best to explain how different species came to be. Humans are the biggest constance across dimensions as they’re the main species on Earth, they could even be considered to be the Universe’s favorite. As gods’ main goal is to take care of their planet and dimension, their main activity is supervising humans, however most gods also create their own species apart from the natural flow of the world. Not all gods take part in said practice, as the Sun god doesn’t have a patron species. The god of Nature created the elfs, so to him a betrayal from them weighs heavier than a betrayal from humans. Heather, as the Moon goddess also has a patron species, sprites or fairies, most would associate them with nature, however they were created to exert the power of the Moon in Earth, such as controlling tides, breezes and light, also supporting nocturnal species, they’re mostly known as agents of protection, reflecting one of the Moon goddess symbols.

“Who's left?” Nature's god asks after a while, breaking the deafening silence between the three gods. 

“The annoying couple, the vampire and that annoying wench”, Heather says quickly, playing with her wrist, she appears to worry about something, but no one questions it. The woman sighs, “I only called those who have Saints representatives”.

After a few minutes more of silence. “Wait, but this old geezer hasn't had a saint in a millenia”. The god of Nature points towards the Sun god next to him, who pretends to be offended by the remark.

“Now I do”, the Sun god says with a shrug. Most gods are quite active, not only having a patron species but also a Saint. Saints are representatives of the gods on Earth, they not only carry their mark but also a portion of their mana in their blood, to more religious Kingdoms they’re regarded as messengers of gods while in others they’re seen as rulers and wisemen. Most gods use Saints to show to humanity that they still love them or as ways to punish them just as well, regardless of the objective, Saints are a tool of both war and benevolence.

“You make it sound like it wasn't your choice!” The woman almost screams with anger clear in her voice. “What were you thinking! Blessing an… an anomaly again!” Her words are filled with emotion, the Sun god can understand her worries even if he doesn’t agree with them, he remembers when he last had a Saint and she was just as angry then.

“An anomaly?” The face of Nature's god contorts in disgust. “For a righteous god you sure like the dirty ones”. As the Moon goddess can be seen as the goddess of protection, the Sun god is seen as the god of justice, that’s why most wouldn't expect him to constantly enjoy those that break the rules of the world.

How can one justify blessing those that come from other Dimensions? They can't, after all, it is an unspoken rule between gods to only bless those born under their care. However, the Sun god always enjoyed those anomalies. Change only comes when something unexpected happens.

“If the course of history is changing, I would like to bet on the winning side again, was I ever wrong?” Those words silence the other two gods, after all, they can't deny that the birth of the Exos Empire was solely by the god of the Sun's Saint doing. 

Even if the bet is risky, he seems to always choose the winning side.

“Has he ever lost a bet against us?” Another voice comes from the shadows, the tall woman comes from the darkness, her skin is light like marble, with black long straight hair and dark purple eyes, the goddess of Darkness, Amaya.

A deep laugh comes right after her, and glowing as ever, the god of Light appears, clear eyes that his irises are almost transparent, combined with his white hair that is cut in a military cut, combined with his bulk build and pitch black skin draws attention to wherever he is. Uri and Amaya, their relationship is rare amongst gods, especially considering that their elements are complete opposites, however their love could be one of the most romantic stories in history. As one would expect, they're inseparable since their “birth”.

Heather clicks her tongue with annoyance, she was never fond of romance, as one would expect of the goddess of the Moon, that not only symbolizes mindfulness, nurturing and protection, but also loneliness. The couple sits beside the goddess, staring at the god of the Sun, who seems utterly uninterested in their conversation.

“So, who is the said Saint?” Amaya asks, resting her cold hand on Uri’s warm one.