#amonrakingofthegods

[templeofvengeance]

📏 10'

Send me 📏 (ruler) + your muses height and I'll compare them to mine!

Showboat.

[violetgleams]

Has ANYONE accepted your offer yet?

[iobartach]

GRIEF

PAIN

YOU STINK OF IT

THE MULTIVERSE HAS DENIED YOU, TIME AND AGAIN

SNATCHED YOUR HEART FROM YOUR VERY HANDS

I OFFER YOU IT BACK

TO CLAW IT FROM THE JAWS OF FATE AND DESTINY

TAKE MY HOLY AND RIGHTEOUS FIRE

SWEAR TO MY MANTLE AS MY SUN KING

AND YOU CAN TRULY BEGIN TO LIVE AGAIN

It's an assessment that he can't refute, marked as he was by remorse. By a loss that no father, fraudulent or not, should be made to bear. In the face of such words, no effort is made to conceal a noticeable sagging of shoulders, caught off-kilter more by the airing of his anguish than the divine voice attached to it.

But what he hadn't missed was the trap concealed within the promise that followed, to find once more a reason to thrive... whilst in another's thrall.

Now didn't that playbook sound familiar?

"Keep your offer. I'm not interested." Stern tone conceals a herculean effort pitched to refute the sun god's bargain, a chance that will be mourned as much as every other offer he's heard. Miguel could guess where such an arrangement would lead, and in his own mind, it ran counter to what was being claimed.

"Find someone else to be your Sun King."

[fryordie]

ODINSON...

CAST OUT

FORSAKEN

UNWORTHY

YOU SEEK TO OPPOSE MY RULE

WHEN YOU'VE ABANDONED YOUR OWN?

HOW LAUGHABLE

YOU KNOW NOTHING OF WHAT YOU FACE...

YOU HAVE FOUGHT THE GOD BUTCHER, YES

BUT I AM THE GOD EATER!

DEVOURING ALL THAT IS DIVINE!

AND YOU...?

ARE NOTHING BUT A FALLEN GOD

"Aye, I do, accursed one!" Challenge made, uru fist unflinchingly grips Asgardian steel, emboldened rather than deterred. Not a single bone throughout the vast expanse of his frame wavered at the insults received, slurs so readily reached for by any soul, mortal or not, who had taken stock of his fall.

But where unworthiness had become a brand that he had been forced to carry, mentions of desertion spark fury in the pits of cerulean hues. It refined what was a dulled disgust, worn by years of enduring such barbs, into something sharper; matching the edge of the celestial-slaying axe in his hand.

"As you are wrong to presume that I have forsaken mine people." Brothers and sisters in arms, who would gladly rally to his side in spite of the passing of years. It earns an acknowledgement, but that chapter of his long life had already been put to rest.

"You are no more than a parasite, feasting on the strength of others!" Mere grist for Gorr's means, had he not put paid to such unsettling business. He whose words alone had shaken the foundations of the Odinson's view on the divine, had compelled him to raise Jarnbjorn by his side as he held it with both hands, angling to attack.

"Whilst I, the Odinson, remain... unworthy, 'tis true.... but unbroken!"

[livedtough]

MARC SPECTOR

THE SOLDIER OF FORTUNE

BROKEN DOWN TO HIS BASE ELEMENTS

BY TRAGEDY AND SERVICE

DOES YOUR SERVICE TO MY SON MAKE YOU FEEL WHOLE AGAIN?

GIVES YOU PURPOSE?

MORE LIES KHONSHU HAS TOLD YOU

YOU DO NOT NEED TO LIVE AT HIS PLEASURE

CAST OFF YOUR YOKE

KNEEL AT MY THRONE

AND YOU CAN BE WHOLE AGAIN

He really, really hated gods. He had thought, when he was young, that the silent gods were the worst, as they upon their thrones in the sky, ignoring the cries of a child as he begged for peace and for the return of his brother. It was only as he grew older, though, that he realized that the silent ones were not the ones that caused the most pain, but the ones that did answer. They were the ones that wanted, that asked for blood. The old ones were the worst of all. They had egos.

He knew the cast of the Egyptian pantheon, had picked up enough in his years to recognize the voice that spoke to him. He supposed he should probably feel some reverence, but he didn't. He was only annoyed.

"I appreciate the offer, but I'm not looking for for another voice in my head right now. And I'm not interested in becoming some pawn in an argument between you and your son. No thanks."

[templeofvengeance]

[From here] @therapardalis / @amon-ra-king-of-the-gods

"Such temper over one pestering you. And you expect to rule them all? How foolish. You'd claim your 'kingdom' in time to burn it to the ground.

Am I to accept 'crow' as a compliment? When you would prefer to address me as a DOG?

FREE AS A LOYAL SYCOPHANT or CHAINED AS A JUNKYARD BEAST?"

[iobartach]

@amon-ra-king-of-the-gods // continued from: offer rejected

"I never intended to try." That earns a step forward, arms becoming animated as he makes clear his stance. He'd seen the vastness of the universe, comprehended its ever expanding edges as adequately as a human could be expected to. And still his resolve holds form, unwavering. He has no need for a god's aid to influence inevitability.

"It is-- or rather, it was." A duty abandoned to take up a different purpose. He won't allow the sun avian to burrow deeper into that subject of contention, or weaponize it against him. "Now, are you going to continue to speak in hypotheticals, or--" Their conversation shifts jarringly, speaking of revival one moment, of gathering back together erased atoms to reverse his mistake--

And then in the next, mentions of Thera and a joint rule, with other options floated. And all it serves to garner is... a scowl, dark and full of fanged teeth, that stretches across his face. "She has a name," garnet hues glinted as he counters, shoving the words back in the god's face. Hers was a name as ancient and more experienced in matters like this than anyone else he knew. She wouldn't want this.

"And she'd be the first one to tell you to flock off."

[iobartach]

@amon-ra-king-of-the-gods asked; you're keeping an eye on me.

as said by lucanis dellamorte prompts

He didn't think it'd come to this, monitoring the movements of an entity that he had previously attempted to distance himself from. This wasn't his battle to fight and yet, fresh developments had caused Miguel to reconsider his stance on the matter, reinsert himself into the mix, given the threats to the multiverse that Amon-Ra's recent actions posed.

"I heard you found a champion." Relaying what information the moon god had shared with him, he keeps a firm stance beneath the other's penetrating glare as he ventures to continue; treading carefully. "A Spider, at that." An appointment that not only went against the Canon of Miles' story, but added further complexity to an already delicate situation. Why did it have to be him, of all Spiders?!

Letting his brows furrow, garnet pits quietly gleam with a desire to criticise this decision, forsake the creator god for finding a soul that believed in the promises of greatness that had, not so long ago, been broached to him in turn. But instead, what words manage to reach his mouth take a different direction, sharing a warning, despite already knowing that it likely won't have any effect.

"I don't know what your plan is yet, but if I discover that your Sun King is invading other realities, I won't hesitate to act."