“let’s play my mortal game? if i recall, you’re the one who instigated this battle. not even processing before speaking, you decided to explode when i merely inquired if your reputation mattered.” she retorted refraining of letting any emotions that could cloud her judgement. “i’d also take this opportunity to tell you that you’re digressing. belittling a being whoever they are or using foul words, just shows how little power one’s have over their emotions. i believe you have debate class; therefore, you know what i mean and i do not need to explain.” was the goddess flying off the handle and that amused the wayne, the mortal. when one opponent had to rely on the use of degradation in its arguments, his or her lost was already imminent.
with her arms crossed, she, then, leaned back on one of the desks to better look at the latter. “perhaps, you should start paying more attention to us mortals. we could learn you a thing to that your entire lifetime failed to teach you.” she retorted with the same cheeky smile. “as a matter of fact, if you would have even the least bothered to look at us, maybe, the temples would have never fell to ruins, the people would have still worshiped you and the mythology would not be used as merely stories to be taught in school because the authors had such splendid ways of writing. because, yes, what matters now aren’t the gods, but the humans.” it was sad really. the goddess was putting herself under spotlight like only she mattered when truly beyond ever after high who really cared about her.
“that leads to my next argument,” she took a pause to find a perfect way to formulate it. “never did i say that you would literally cease exist, but you will be forgotten literally, and based of your earlier arguments, being known is an aspect so dear to you. you expressed yourself so passionately about who cared about my existence or if anyone even knew me here; therefore, that shows that popularity and recognition holds a dear place in your heart. will it matter to be a deity if no one is their to sing his or her praise?” hopefully, ophelia would open her eyes and let that one thought sink in. “and you talk about the tactic of ‘heeding to the expert’? then, how can you speak of humans when you are not a human yourself? i talk about gods in a point of view of humans. i say hephaistos is ugly by human standards. i said hephaistos may be more you beautiful for you gods. do not worry, i do not speak for the gods, i speak of the gods.”
“puppet to society? never said so, but you need to know how the world works to be able to navigate through it. better yet, to be able to control it and to use it. the basis of good ol’ manipulation.” she, then, chuckled. “did i slut-shame or did clearly stated that you, by mortals’ point of view, will be judged as a ‘slut’?” although, opinions had no place in debates, it seemed that ophelia assumed that everything seraphina had said was her opinion. “if anything, if i were to address my personal opinion of you, i’d say you aim to be the top dog, the queen bee. or, should i say, the queen bitch which is actually what queen bee stands for,” she expressed blatantly. “let me tell a tale for those queen bees of the world or should i say, remind you, since you have watched humans grow and rot. once upon a time came to power a woman named jezebel. she was the ultimate queen bee and everyone feared her. she trampled on the peasants since she was literally and figuratively the queen of the land. then, a rebellion broke out. her faith was that she was fed to dogs and was eaten alive. she got what she deserved. most if not all queen bees or hbic or whatever suffer an unfortunate end, so you might take that as warning. opinion ends, because opinions should not be part of a debate.” not that other had been using them since the beginning.
“there are over billions of humans roaming in this world how can i follow all their legacies? hyperbola, much. i will admit this, i may resemble a few lots, i may actually follow a bit those i consider my role models and i do not see the wrong in that,” she nodded. “however, when ever after high speaks of legacy, it means following the footsteps of your parents or parent. that being said if one does not resemble much his or her parent, it would make he or she a rebel, but, if one does take a thing or two from his or her parent, it should make him or her a royal. taking your explanation, which would make me use an expert’s claim, gods do not have this luxury of changing making them royals. humans being capable of evolving could either be a royal or a rebel. you can put me in any box you want, it’s not an insult to be to be considered a royal but i could be a rebel who knows?” it was not like ophelia could really tell since she did not even clue of who seraphina wass.
she slowly applauded the other. “it’s not about conformity. it is about what in the beholder’s eye is or is not right. the beauty is that you can agree with one but not the other. perharps my right is shared by many but wrong by others. morality is a construction and justice is not the same for all.” now the other wanted to use quotes. { ‘fair enough. be my guest.’ she thought. } “i’ve tried many things that my fellow mortals said. for example, sun tzu, ‘if you know the enemy and know yourself you need not fear the results of a hundred battles.’ how did i applied that? initially, i took basis on the rumors surrounding you and asked you why you were behaving in such a way. when you got fired up, i understood that you were someone governed by her emotions. as we continued to talk, i’ve come to realize how you are fairly conceited and how you would set yourself higher, because you are a goddess while i’m a mere mortal. never once in this conversation have we truly revolved around me, but mainly on you and the fabricated image you have of me since you do not know me,” she explained as she was deciding on who else she cared enough to follow the principles. “my personal favorite of them all, niccolo machiavelli, author of the prince, ‘he who wishes to be obeyed must know how to command.’ something you ought learn to. he, also, said something that make you incredibly mortal to you, dear goddess, ‘men judge generally more by the eye than by the hand, for everyone can see and few can feel. every one sees what you appear to be, few really know what you are.’ i know that even i judge from my observations, but so do you.”
the wayne stretched a little. “one last quote that i would love you to hear and that i find so mesmerizing: “i do not pretend to be able to prove that there is no god. i equally cannot prove that satan is a fiction. the christian god may exist; so may the gods of olympus, or of ancient egypt, or of babylon. but no one of these hypotheses is more probable than any other: they lie outside the region of even probable knowledge, and therefore there is no reason to consider any of them.” words from bertrand russell, author of why i am not a christian and other essays on religion and related subjects,” she recited before explaining why chose it. “where i come from, the word ‘god’ holds no actual power. it is flaunted and tossed around left and right. aliens and metahumans who have shown special abilities are considered gods. therefore, the mere fact that you present yourself as a goddess to me means very little. sure, you are a goddess from olympus, but, here, you are just another student either chasing or trying to change her legacy. it is the same for me, a mortal, because i am trying to understand my place. i do not care if you consider me a robot. judge me all you want, goddess.”
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