Medea stood at the pedestal, dressed in an inky velvet frock coat, a black long cape flowing down his neck as he smiled.

  Medea (Formerly Adeem Heliana) — The God of Phantasms, Sole Ruler of Ostra

  “Welcome to Ostra, a place created solely by me. Unlike my contemporary, the late Thidos, I never had help creating this realm.

  For I did it with my omniscience, a contrast to my rival who had help. A creature who created a realm destined to be destroyed, it was for certain it would be. Under the control of such an idiotic God— less a God and more seen as a King.” Medea shook his head, a grin forming on his face.

  “What makes you so different?” Saraline spoke out, standing out of her seat.

  The room was still silent, but their gaze lied on Saraline..

  “I mean, you are correct on the part that Thidos— no Xeras would show himself way too much, but what makes you any different? You’re right here in front of us, in the flesh.” Saraline slammed her hand down, staring at the God who continued smiling.

  “It’s called trust.” Medea spoke causing Saraline to fall back into her seat, jaw dropped.

  “A typical Medean would never see my visage. Never ever see it, but everyone in this room today has a meaning. Most of you are Florians, refugees that survived something they shouldn’t of.” Medea looked at the Cassettes, Saraline, Dara, Psylaiso and the former Saints.

  “Others or even this applies to the same group, are people that have been wronged by Thidos.” He then gazed to Amarze.

  “We seem to forget that after Samiel dies, there will possibly either be a vacant seat in Invalia or no Invalia at all.

  When I met most of you, I saw you individuals as lower than. Of course it hasn’t changed but you all have kinks, something that makes you unique.

  That trait of indivudality is what is most treasured in Ostra.”

  “Most treasured huh?” Kanae interrupted Medea, a smile on his face as he itched his hair. “I’ve never met you before but Thidos can weave a similar talk just like you. What makes you different from him? You’re all corrupt gods eh?”

  “Kanae Shota, you see unlike Thidos who had to mimick Earth. He mimicked the technological advancements, he mimicked the government. Hell, even his space was mimicking it.

  Ostra does not do such plagarism.

  What makes me different from any other God to exist is that I know better, I simply do.

  My main ambition is for Ostra to succeed, hereby I will sacrifice anything for it to occur.

  What do you Florians call your currency, ricos correct? Ostra doesn’t do such primitives, we work on hedonism. Our pleasure must always be both individualistic and universal— we help each other out and we get what we want. That is all.” Medea outstretched his arms as he closed his eyes. His head tilting upward.

  “Ostra succeeding?” Dara glared, “When me and my rebels came right here to make a deal to destroy Samiel— you denied it. You laughed and ridiculed every single one of us, you’re the reason Floria is destroyed.”

  “Look where you people are now…

  If I joined up with Floria and decimated Invalia what would that be for me? Another Invalian genocide underneath my belt?

  Nyx! Merlin! Peria! Would you people with Invalian blood running down your veins— making you into supernatural individuals, would you sit idly by again?

  Would you let your home be destroyed once more?”

  “Uhm.” Nyx looked away, gazing into Ilya’s eyes before shutting his own.

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  “I personally can’t watch my home burn again…” Merlin sighed.

  “Aren’t you planning on ending Invalia anyway!” Peria shook his fist, “You said once Invalia is destroyed— you want to kill them all—”

  “Kill them all?” Medea’s eyes shot open, his head lifting back down.

  “W—What do you mean?” Peria stepped back.

  “You see how the remaining Florians exist within my realm now.” Medea itched his neck.

  “What do you mean?” Ivory’s eyes shot open, “It’s just them right?”

  “Oh so not even my first hand knows…” Medea twitched his eyes, “Right before Floria was completely decimated, I rescued the mortals who were left stranded to die alongside their captain.”

  “S—So my mother?” Paris clenched his teeth, “You saved her?”

  “Those poor people living in the slums— were they ever able to experience their true pleasures? Born in poverty just to die by the hands of an incompetent fool, I saved everyone except for Thidos.”

  “But how?!” Lianous screeched, “Floria isn’t your realm! How can you bypass that?”

  “I’m God.” Medea sighed, “Samiel doesn’t consider herself it, so I’m the last God remaining. I have all the power so I should use it to help others, am I wrong?”

  Silence.

  “So I’m not wrong, as for my plan to end the war. I’ll kill Samiel and her forces— the innocent Invalian bystanders wouldn’t even be swayed negatively by it. Perhaps the opposite, I would’ve liberated them.

  Then I take over that realm, instate one of my trusted into that role as King of Invalia— or perhaps another name.”

  “You’re going to colonise Invalia?” Amarze’s eyes narrowed, “Your motivations lie no better than ‘Super-Peace’.”

  “I assume you’re referring to Zachariah’s rambles.” Medea batted his eye away, “There’s no comparison between me and him.

  One individual wishes to make the realms into a pleasure for all whilst the other is just mentally unstable.”

  “Pleasure for all?” Tagma snapped his fingers, “Part of life is facing uncomfortability! All you’d be doing is sheltering people from evolving!”

  “We evolve everyday, we make new decision that the prior person would’ve never done.” Medea laid his hands on the pedestal, leaning forward. “Would you, the contestants that participated in the Reprisal, would you say you have evolved from then?

  Challenges I devised— solely for adaptation for the winners!” His voice strained.

  “You made them?” Gloxer’s voice broke, “You made the third Challenge…”

  “Now look at where you are, you overcame Richard and Roxanne’s betrayals. You’ve all faced bloodshed and tragedy, yet you are alive! Alive and in my presence! You’re with MEDEA.

  Medea the God of Phantasms, you are within his vicinity. He welcomes you with open arms into Ostra because…

  He is all-knowing.”

  The room didn’t speak for a moment until…

  “As for the living conditions in Ostra.” Felix Nightingale stood up, his helmet was removed. “The realm changes on a whim right, how’d it work?”

  “Felix Nightingale, do not worry. Those who do not wish to have their homes changed always are applicable to sign a form— it’ll make my reality warps not affect you.” Medea smiled.

  “I haven’t seen anyone atall— where are they?”

  “In the Sky.” Medea pointed upward, “There are homes and houses and apartments and buildings all in the sky.”

  I treat my people with love— as I love them equally.”

  “Yeah but you’re a complete fucking liar.”

  A voice bellowed out from outside the room.

  The doors slammed open as one person walked into the Cathedral. Their shoes slamming against the ground.

  A crunch in their mouth as a wrapper fell onto the ground.

  They fixed their shirt, taking the comb out their afro before waving it at the God.

  Jeremiah Demetri — The Demon Child, Former Third Saint of Floria.

  “J—Jeremiah..” Dara’s eyes glimmered as she stared at the teen.

  “Medea, you speak alot of your ass.” Jeremiah spoke with affirmation, chewing the cherry lollipop in his mouth.

  “If it isn’t Jeremiah, I was wondering if your power made you one of the people not saved by me— don’t know if you were a mortal at the time since Xeras was still alive.” Medea shook his head.

  “Oh yeah.” Amarze raised his hand, “Question about our immortality. Now that Thidos is dead— we can’t regenerate from death anymore. We’re just plain mortals, doesn’t that mean we’ll age aswell.”

  “Precisely.” Medea nodded his head, “But if you do decide to live in Ostra— maybe I’ll introduce a new sector above Pucks but below Slavi. Perhaps as a monsiaer…

  Giving you immortality once more.”

  “Thidos was immortal? How’d he die!” Rosamire shook her fist.

  “He gave up did he not?” Jeremiah glared at her before looking forward once more, “Amarze. Don’t fall for this bastard’s tricks.”

  “I thought you had a vendetta against Eliza?” Saraline’s lips quivered.

  “You forget that I lived in this hellhole before I met you— hell I escaped it.” Jeremiah cracked his neck, “I wouldn’t live here if I was any of you.”

  “So why come back?” Medea’s tone raised, “You have no reason to come back and you’ve given no reason to how I’m a bad ‘God’.”

  “THIS BASTARD’S FUCKING WITH PEOPLE’S MEMORIES!” Jeremiah pointed at Medea, yelling.

  The room gasped before staring at the God.

  “Explain or die Jeremiah…” Medea’s eyes twitched, “That is a bold claim.”

  “You temporarily negated my memories. I couldn’t even read minds anymore— you did that shit! I don’t know but it was to us Reprisal contestants…” Jeremiah itched his neck, “You worked with Thidos to do that— he did it on such a level where it may of influenced every universe!”

  “How?” Felix tilted his head.

  “Nightingale! You are a proud and fucking egotisitcal asshole! Would you seriously bow down to Thidos? Would you?”

  “Well… I don’t know.”

  “Gloxer!” Jeremiah pleaded as he spun to the left side. “Would you seriously work for Thidos— the same man who betrayed your father? Ezekiel!”

  “Betrayed?” Gloxer’s eyes were distant, “I don’t know… It’s a blur. That day.”

  “What the fuck did you do Medea!” Jeremiah pointed once more at the God.

  “You interrupt my sermon just to throw allegations that you can’t even justify at me!” Medea shrugged, “It seems like you’re attention seeking.”

  “Does nobody believe me!” Jeremiah yelped.

  But the room didn’t answer.

  “It’s a shame Jeremy.”

  Jeremiah’s pupils dilated as he stared at Medea.

  (“J—Jeremy… No.”)

  (“it’s a shame jeremy…

  why’d you try to use that big brain of yours?”)