The Deity Deception Trilogy: book one, "Betrayal"

Chapter 1:

The Executions and Experiments Gone Wrong​

With a sigh, ImDeity turned around on the balcony and walked into the room, hearing the trapdoor drop and the people’s gasps from below. In his mind he told his advisors Gwenhywar, FaTd33r, smcallah, and Leviathan_Ziz to meet in his stateroom. He slowly made his way up the stairs; thoughts flying through his head at the speed only gods were known to have. His advisors were surprised when he was last to walk into the room. He activated the lock on the door, and then sat at the head of the table, face in his hands, wondering what to do. Finally, Gwenhywar spoke first.
“How many executions is that this week smcallah,” she asked, after clearing her throat, intending to break the silence.
Smcallah replied, “That is the fourth one this week alone. Where are these people coming from? First there was the falling pillar which almost killed Deity, then the exploding bed, followed by…”
“We get it smcallah,” said FaTd33r, “the big question is, what do they, or their employer, have to gain by killing Deity? After all,” he turns to Deity, “you aren’t hiding any powerful weapons in the castle anymore”. Deity just stared at the table, not answering the question. “Oh freaking flying pigs, you are, aren’t you?”
“FaTd33r, leave him be,” said Leviathan, “cant you see he is thinking. After all, I would be thinking to if…”
“Everyone, out,” ImDeity whispered. They all stare at him, not believing what they just heard. He never told them to get out without asking any questions before. “Now,” he said, more firmly than before. He waved his hand, unlocking the door, which all four advisors then file out of, perplexed expressions on their faces. Once they had left, Deity then floats through a hole in the ceiling, to which he enters a laboratory with a heavily secured vault in the back. He passes by table after table of books, brewing stands, anvils, and enchantment tables. He headed for the vault; hits a switch, which pulls up a door with an enchanted glass barrier on the other side. Inside, a super charged Creeper, Mutant Zombie, Mutant Enderman, and Mutant Creeper are on the other side. The zombie immediately charges the glass, running into it and flying backwards. Deity lets out a chuckle, then closes the vault and walks through a doorway leading into a dark room. He closes the door, then waits, and waits, and waits…
“Ssssssooooo, I wassss right” a voice says from the blackness, “yet, you did not heed my warningsssss”.
“A mistake I will never make again,” ImDeity replies, “your wisdom exceeds you”. A strange purring noise comes from the farther regions of the room. “Yet, why do you stay here? Once I am gone to rebirth, my advisors will comb through the castle, since I am off the maps when I come in here. They want to know where I go”.
“All in due time, you will know. Now, there isssss a plan for you to undertake, that requiressssss you to send your most trussssssted ally into the Thievessssss Creed, caussssse that will be where you find your enemy…”
Deity backed off a step, “You know I can’t send any of my advisors there! They be taken for ransom of killed on the spot!”
“I wasssssn’t talking about a advisor. I wassssss talking about Versssssshye…”
Deity nodded, “The supreme commander for the Royal Guards, he is not known much about in the outside world. He has been trained by the finest duelists, hunters, and combats specialists in the world. He will be perfect”.
“I thought ssssooo, now, fetch me my meal, then go sssssummon him to your quarterssssss and talk about the plan.”
ImDeity muttered, “yes,” then steps out the doorway and closes the door once more, activates the soundproof walls, and opens the other side of the vault door along with his side. He then watches as the supercharged creeper and the mutant enderman and mutant creeper, back away from the other door. The mutant zombie, however, charges straight into the blackness. Silence for a few seconds, then a horrible scream reaches Deity’s ears, followed by the sound of breaking bones, and a loud humming that sounded like it was pleased. ImDeity shuddered at the thought of what creature could so easily kill a terrifying monster, then shut both doors and went to go meet with Vershye.

 

thx FaTd33r! (i didnt actually think a admin would respond to the post so quickly)

 

Off topic: FaTd33r is a moderator.

On topic: Chapter 2, NAO!!

 

off topic: admins, moderators, barely any difference
on topic: next wednesday. you'll just have to wait till then

 

I am more than pleased with this so far. Continue, o'creative one!

 

wow, love all the comments that are really uplifting. thx and be sure to check in the wednesday for the next installment

 

Incredible, I WANT MOAR!

 

Been waiting for this for awhile. Cannt wait for chapter two. Hopefully I come into play eventually lol

 

One: WHICH CHAPTER AM I IN?!

Two: Next wednsday? Too long. More and faster, this is great.

 

Yeah yeah yeah more importantly when is the plot twist that i'm the bad guy, why shouldn't I be the bad guy? I'm always the bad guy

 

The bad guy got ate, lol

 

People, people, people, there are multiple bad guys llama. Melvin, you come in when you come in. tommorow i will only have posted 2 out of 14 chapters. and if your not in the first book, youll be in the second or third. btw, ill be gone next week, so ill post the chapter on monday instead.

 

:O
Wut.
No. No no no non no.

Me be in dis book

 

this chapter may be smaller, but the next one is huge:

Meetings and deals​

“So your asking me to sneak into a base filled with the most vile scum in the land, find out who their leader is, assassinate him, and some how find my way out of there”?
“Precisely,” replies ImDeity, “It should be easy as someone of your abilities”.
Vershye kicked up his feet onto the table, sighed, and asks, “And the reward”?
“I stay in power,” says Deity, “The guards will get upgraded training, and you’ll have 50,000 Dei”.
“Is it a lone wolf op, or will I be allowed to take a few men?”
“Lone wolf”.
Vershye, yawning, stands up and stretches. “Guess I better pack then. When should I leave”?
“As soon as possible, if you please,” replies Deity.
While Vershye heads for the door of the tavern, he grabs his cloak and, over his shoulder, and says “Ill be gone by dawn then. It was good seeing you, my lord”.
“It was good seeing you too Vershye, now good luck”.

 

Very entertaining! I hope Barry is the villian lol.

 

Off-topic: Patience is a virtue, Twitch.
On-topic: Loving it, Bcrass

 

your all going to like this early, special release, long chapter:

A journey starts and an ambush takes a wrong turn​

A band of thieves waited on both sides of the road, watching a traveler approach on a horse. Unfortunately for them, Vershye had already seen them from a few hundred meters away and had made sure his sword was hidden from view. He estimated there were roughly about 35 total. He grinned under his hood and thought the odds weren’t good for them. As he got closer, he sensed movement behind him and amended that there were probably 50 bandits. He tapped his horse’s sides with his boots, making it stop. The bandits walked into the open, some with wooden and stone swords, some with wooden spears and mismatched pieces of leather armor dyed green.
One stepped forward and while smiling, said, “That’s far enough traveler, now dismount and step away from the horse”. He raised a diamond sword and Vershye suddenly was thrown from his horse. He landed on his back and coughed. Some bandits stepped forward, the ones with spears he saw, and pointed them at him. His coughing turned into laughter. The bandit with the diamond sword stopped smiling and got a puzzled look on his face.
“You have no idea how much trouble you are in,” Vershye said with a grin. The bandit sneered and pointed all around him.
“Look around you. 50 experienced armed men surround you while you are just a traveler in a cloak without any weapons. What do you possibly have to laugh abou…abou…abou…” His voice trailed off as Vershye stood and cast off his cloak. His diamond armor shown in the sunlight coming through the leaves and his sword on his waist gleamed with an enchanted aura. The leaders eyes widened as he gaped at this man, armed and armored to the teeth, at least 6 feet tall, as he drew his sword and lifted it into a fighting position.
“Three words,” says Vershye. “Come at me.”
The bandit leader just stared for a few more seconds, then a growl formed in his voice. “ATTACK,” he shouted to his men, and they all charged. Vershye just smiled contentedly and started swinging his sword. Man after man fell at his legs and he had cast down at least fifteen men before someone stabbed his back. The blow glanced off his armor and without looking, he drew his dagger and did a backhand swipe, meeting some resistance, and then feeling it start traveling again. He did a 360 spin, reversing his grip on the sword and ducking while he spun. He then stood back up and sheathed his dagger, put his sword back in its normal grip, and resumed swinging. He had now brought down about thirty-four men when all of a sudden; a rope looped around his arm and drew it backwards, almost breaking it with the speed it went back and the pressure exerted. Stunned, he dropped his sword as more ropes looped around his arms and legs. He struggled while he was tied to tree branches and finally, stopped when he realized he was wasting his energy. Now that he had a view, he saw he had slain about thirty-seven men, while wounding four more. The leader was still alive though, and he walked back and forth in front of Vershye.
“You are a excellent fighter. I will give you one chance of life. Join my band and you can live like a king. What is your decision”? Vershye spat in his face. Indifferent, the leader wiped off his face and picked up Vershye’s sword. “This will make a excellent trophy once I have killed you with your own weapon”. He drew back both hands while holding it, aiming for Vershye’s face. “Goodbye, devi…” All of a sudden, the leaders eyes went wide and he dropped the sword. His men scrambled back, fear in their eyes as their leaders back suddenly exploded, blood flying everywhere. The man’s eyes glazed over and he fell, stiff as a board. One by one, as the rest of the bandits tried to run, they either flew back into trees with such force, they got their own bodies punched into the trees, mashed to a pulp. Others just ran into a wall and then their bodies appeared with so many stab marks in them, they just dropped. One tried to get down and pray when his body just crumpled like a cardboard box and he fell to the ground, deader than a doornail. Once they all had been killed, Vershye wondered with awe and terror what force could have killed so many men so quickly in such fashion all at once. The, fear appeared in his eyes as he saw footprints in the dirt slowly making their way toward him. He started struggling until he felt a cold feeling spread across his chest, twisting and twirling like snakes. He stopped immediately and started praying to Deity for a happy afterlife. He heard a sound, he thought was chuckling, and the cold feeling retracted. He breathed out deeply, just now realizing he had been holding his breath the entire time. He heard a snap then a few more, when all of a sudden he fell to the ground. He saw his sword floating in midair and was terrified, then realized the handle was pointing toward him. He took it, but did not sheath it.
“Hello?” he asked tentatively.
(Hello) he heard in his head.
“Who are you?” he questioned.
(Someone) the voice in his head replied.
“Why did you kill them, but spare me”?
(They attacked you. I merely thought they were bad and to me, everything bad must be evil. And to me, evil is what makes this world horrible, so it must die.)
Only now did Vershye relax his guard a bit. “Why are you invisible? And don’t you have a name”?
(I have no name. for no one has named me. As for why I am invisible, its because if I showed myself, everyone would want me.)
“Well, are you hungry? Cause I have some food…”
(Yes, a meal would be delightful. Do you wish for me to clear away the bodies?)
“ Yes please. Just because I am a warrior does not mean I like watching my enemies dead bodies rot.”
(I see.)
With a sound that Vershye took be the sound of something like a hum, the bodies seem to vibrate and fade from view. He called his horse back to him, and then removed a loaf of bread, 2 apples, and 2 steaks from a leather pouch on the side. He chopped some tree bark for plates, then put half the bread, an apple and a steak on each one, and gave one to the imprint of the feet and what he took to be waist height. The plate was taken and the imprint of some pants appeared on the ground. Vershye also sat and watched as the piece of bread was lifted off the plate, hovered for a few seconds while hearing the sound of something like sniffing, then watched in shock as a huge amount of the piece was ripped off and just disappeared. He gulped, and then started to eat his own meal.

 

I dont know whhy, but when the leaders back exploded I just burst out laughing, ha ha.