CHAPTER VI: RETURN.
HOLLYWOOD, LOS ANGELES a new moon — ONE YEAR AND THREE MONTHS LEFT.
It has been a month and a half, more or less since the disastrous events at RAGNAROCK and there have been media circuses revolving around the destruction of the Los Angeles Convention Center, scratching and scraping, as well as the abrupt cancellation of the second day of the event. Headlines featuring the gods, peering into their mortal lives and where they could have gone were the subject of close scrutiny. It seems that their absence has not gone unnoticed. The gods' disappearance was a shock to the system, and for a while, it was the hottest story on the market.
That is, not until their abrupt return.
HECATE returned those trapped, as promised, as well as the other gods by opening a portal back to the surface through sheer force of will and effort. CLOTHO, still unresponsive, is tended to by LACHESIS, opting to stay in the Temple and promising to return when she can guarantee her sister’s health. There are specific instructions, she says, in her office on what to do and who to contact. Media outlets, heads of PR, reporters sympathetic to the gods. Whatever you say about LACHESIS, one thing is for certain: she’s damn good at her job.
The rest of them, however, return with HECATE and ATROPOS in tow—the former being too drained to create the portal back, and the latter returning to her duties as one of the primary bodyguards of the Pantheon. ATROPOS does not say much, but her steely resolve and the tightening of security around Olympus speaks for itself. Whether or not she’s willing to talk with her charges for once is up to them; she’s never been one for idle chatter.
This is clearly evident in a conference hall that has been set up—the evidence on the table all points to something that is obsessed with hunting down the gods. Locations of the next gods, possible incarnations, and even their current psychological profiles were all obvious points to target, but one thing eludes their grasp: PROMETHEUS’ GAMBIT. The text is shrouded in mystery and esoteric symbols, and whatever is left feels like the ramblings of a madman. Or someone drunk on power.
One thing is clear, however. They know who their enemy is, and what they want. Now, all that’s left is to find a way to stop them.












