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Molympus, or what was left of it, was quiet. The cold marble floors that glistened under the moonlight were dusty and cracked, for they had hardly been used in centuries. The final remaining gods of The Council, sat dormant in their thrones.
"Hey Condi?" Bizly spoke, his voice slightly echoing through the room.
"Yeah, what is it?" Condi replied.
"Remember when this place was actually pleasant to be in?"
Condi smiled slightly. "I remember. I like to think about those times."
"Me too." Bizly chuckled, a small smile forming on his face. "I remember when all four of us would come up here and Charlie would tell his jokes, Grizzly would sing his songs, and we would just laugh together." His smile faded as he looked down at the poorly patched hole where Grizzly's throne used to be. "Don't you miss it?"
"Every day." Condi said as his smile shifted to a somewhat mournful expression. "I'd give anything to go back to the way things were back then."
Bizly gave a half-hearted laugh. "Yeah... Me too..."
"We could at least try."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that we could at the very least try to do what we did back then. It may not be the same, but I'm sure we could manage."
"We've already tried before, it never worked. It's just not possible without them."
Bizly's words sank into Condi's stomach like stones.
While it was true that they had tried and failed before, who's to say they couldn't keep trying, right?
"You don't know that." Condi said.
"I do, actually." Bizly said, a slight venom in his voice. "It's been thousands of years and it still hasn't worked. I'm pretty sure that shows we can't. The only thing that could even remotely replicate what we had back then would be going down to the mortal realm."
"Bizly, you know we can't do that." Condi spoke, his brows furrowing at Bizly's words.
"Why not?" Bizly crossed his arms. "As long as we disguise ourselves, we should be fine. Besides, it's not like any human is going to know who we are anyway."
Condi's expression soured. "We can not tamper with the mortal realm. We made a promise, remember?"
"We don't even have to tamper with it!" Bizly raised his voice, standing up from his throne. "I just want to know what it's like to touch grass again!"
"Bizly-"
"What? Are you about to give me some other bullshit reason why we can't go down there? We're gods! We can bend and shape the world to however we see fit, and you're telling me that we can't pretend to be mortals for a day or two? That is the most bullshit I've ever-"
"We can't!" Condi yelled, interupting Bizly. "We just- can't."
"Why?"
"Because-" Condi paused for a moment, trying to find the right words. "Because we are imbalanced. Two out of the three Overworld gods are gone, so we can't leave Molympus."
Bizly frowned. "What about the Nether? Or the End? That's your domain, couldn't you take us there?"
Condi's expression softened into sorrow. "No." He said, quietly, looking down at the broken floor.
Bizly sat back down, tears forming in his eyes. "Come on, man..." He said, his voice quivering. "We're powerless. We can't do anything. There hasn't been a mortal that remembers us for generations, I can't even visit my church!" He placed his head into his hands. "At this point, we'd be better off dead. Then we could at least be with Grizzly, and maybe Charlie."
"Even if we did die, we wouldn't see them."
"Why not?"
"There's nothing after death for us, Bizly. When we truly die, we simply cease to exist."
"That can't be right..." Bizly said, thinking aloud. "If we cease to exist after we die, then how did Grizzly give us his sword to defeat the dragon? Explain that to me!" He said, rasing his voice in a defensive manner.
"I-It doesn't happen instantaniously, you start to fade until you are claimed by the void." Condi stumbled over his words. "His soul wasn't quite gone when we fought the dragon."
Tears began to roll down Bizly's face. "That... that's not fair..." His voice began to break. "It's not fair! I- I just want to be with my friends again!" He sobbed.
Bizly began bawling, as his wails of agony filled the room. His tears became rain below them, and his cries became cracks of thunder. Condi couldn't help but feel deeply sorry for him, so he stepped down from his throne to comfort the only friend he had left.
After what felt like forever, Bizly's tears slowed, and the storm beneath then dissapated. He spoke quietly, but just loud enough for Condi and only Condi to hear.
"Even if there's nothing for us beyond death... I think it would be better than being stuck in a celestial prison for eternity."