That's nice to hear! Thanks for prompting me :)

Bro, I just usually lurk at this sub. Now you made me leave a comment!

Kudos.

Goddamn this is amazing.

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Also nice username lol

Stargate?

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I really like this take! This is exactly what I would hope for. Boring isn't bad, especially if the comparison is president! I'd take happily married with a house and vacations and games and such. Boring may mean no great heights but it also means no great falls. It's not for nothing that the English expression "may you live in interesting times" is viewed as a curse.

The Gods in Council, Once More

The rows of the assembly hall filled, Serapis took his seat next to Oghma. A few representatives of the Aesir arrived, Odin, Freya, Thor and Tyr, the ones who had been known by face and name longest, more had come with the mercenaries who served under the eagle standard, but they had not been selected for the delegation. It seemed the old man believed if he wanted something done right, he had to do it himself. Emperors and kings were in lower places, with heroes above them. Each being whispered to their neighbor.

Hermes gripped his herald’s staff and called for their attention, everyone hushed. “Gods in council, I offer you my humblest apologies, today I pose to you a question suited more to convivial drinking than solemn assembly, ‘Who is the God of the Judeans?’ To start us off, he claims to be God of Gods, the God of Earth and Sky, yet his worshippers insist he isn’t father, and dad denies it, too.

Zeus shook his gray head from his imperial box, his brows were gathering clouds.

Hermes turned back to the other deities, “Others say he’s Dionysus, with the vines and wine at his Skenopegia festival, and the thing where his son made water into wine that Tiberius said one his prefects told him about, but cousin’s far too fun.” He cupped his hands to his mouth, “You didn’t get pissed and talk to any Chaldeans, did you, cousin?”

A young man with bloodshot eyes, wearing a crown of grape leaves steadied himself on one arm, “No,” he hiccuped, “I don’t think I did.”

“Others say he’s Typhon of Egypt.” The copper man with a head neither man nor any animal anyone on Olympus knew stood up, his ossicones twitching in indignation, “I am not he, though his people crossed my desert, in the four hundredth year since my coming into Egypt. They left with fire, darkness, and death.” At the same time, two dark skinned men stood, one in an elaborately embroidered robe of many colors, the other in a high crown, a thunderbolt crackling in his hand. Hermes extended a hand, “Belus of Chaldea and Baal of Phoenicia, the floor is yours.”

Belus spoke first, “the man with whom he made a covenant of parts was called out of my city and my worship.”

“They made war on my people,” Baal said, “slaughtering the women and children. One man dragged a couple from their tent when they were making love, and drove his sword into their bellies. Their god advanced before them with terror and dread. I knew every god on Mount Zaphon in those days, but I did not know him. I recall I thought I saw my father in him, though.”

“Your father?” Hermes Logios asked.

“El, father of gods and men.”

Zeus glowered.

“He’s your father, too, boy” Baal spat, “and not just because your people call me by your name.”

A murmur washed over the gathering, “Kronos?”

“I have heard that Kronos demands human sacrifice, as he did when the world was young.”

“The God of the Judeans asked the Chaldean he called to sacrifice his son”

“We punished Tantalus for less!”

A peal of thunder, Zeus looked up, eyes wide in amazement. The canopy of stars split open, and out of it floated a gigantic olive-skinned man with lustrous black hair that fell to his shoulders. He wore no chiton or himation, but he was girded at the waist, wearing a cloth in Egyptian style, and there were six white wings sprouting from his back.

As an escort, there came Apollo, bright-eyed, light-haired and radiantly beautiful. “I bear an oracle from one of my Pythias, ‘This is a servant of the Most High God, who comes to heal us.”

The War-Father in his wide brimmed hat stood up, leaning on his staff,

“This is he, the Mighty, whose name is unknown even to me.”

Well, I was going to have a go, but I can't now, there's no following that :) kudos.

Super cool. I love mythology, and seeing how stories mimic each other and borrow is so interesting. Well done.

I genuinely thought those were quotation marks until you pointed them out

Izanami going full blown prosecutor on Gabriel is just brutal. Her bringing out evidence then a victims testimony right there and then was just brilliant.

I am the good.

The gods again entreat me to quell the evil but those immortal are blind to perverse mortality as it crushes a newborn babe. To grapple with one’s inner hell while losing to one’s bowels. To feign ignorance less I too become a monster. To wail & cry in the arms of a mother. To bounce on the knee of a father. To bury them before I come of age.

Yet it is my divine duty. To be the first to rise from the muds of despair, clutching hope in one hand and the sinner in the other. To drive the dagger deep into the dragon’s chest. To toil with no rest. To nurse a suckling kingdom. To pity the poor.

And what is my reward? A child dressed in fine threads? Boundless lands, raped by chaos? Expectations that forever after I shall be their bastion?

Have I not suffered enough? Am I forever cursed? When will I rest? When will I quench my parched throat? When will I sit with my back against the oaken trunk. When will I drift into the starry sky?

Too long have I walked this path. Should it never diverge, what then?

I can no longer abide the god’s laws. I will bear this yoke nevermore; lift the holy curse, rest as I please, overfill my cup, wake into the day. I will grasp all I desire. I will lock away the promised child. I will burn & salt the lands laughing as despair consumes hope. I will brith a dragon from the mud to swallow the sinner. I will not hide myself from those around me. I will grind them all to dust.

I am the evil.

This was great! I love where you took it! (Absolutely respond as The Hero^(tm))

Who cares!? It’s a fun response that was prompted by this prompt. Have an updoot. Pass it on.

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Any good story recs that deal with multiple pantheons including yhwh? Only one I can think of off the top of my head is Doing God's Work, which I haven't gotten around to, yet. (besides DC)

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This whole writing prompt seems very similar to their season five episode "hammer of the gods".

>"We scale off of how many people believe in us, you see.

I've been thinking this for as long as I can remember.

The great hero will wipe out the kingdom if he dont get his fucking Llamas

I appreciate the sentiment.

Ooooh, he is looking at life right. Gosh darn that is good.

I cannot even begin to express how much I feel this story. While I am a polytheist, I do not think any one god is ever above another. Thank you for putting into words how I feel.
Thank you.

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Perfectly done. And the links helped to flesh out the medical procedures nicely.