Rated M for possible mature content including sex, violence, language, graphic situations, and drug use.
The Journey of a Thousand Steps
Will the ends justify the means?
Throughout the unseen world a trumpet call has shaken the ancient heroes and forgotten warriors from their slumbers. Invisible and soundless to the mere mortals scurrying through the dust from whence they sprung, but felt within their spirits, deep down the only connection they had to the world of the divine twanged with dread and unease. Their souls cringed at the otherworldly tolling and haunted their dreams, but in their waking hours that dread was buried under the day-to-day drudgery of their finite existence. They could all feel something coming...but not a one among them could find the source or alleviate the deep rooted dread and almost soul deep ache that filtered through their idles minds. For them it was a nuisance, something to worry about later...but only they knew the cause of this discomfort...well then they might just decide to set their affairs in order first and worry about how their taxes are being spent later.
While the mortals felt a twinge of discomfort the ethereal realm rock on the edge of complete collapse. As if a thousand volcanoes were erupting at once breaking off huge chunks of their kingdoms and lands and smashing them into the void never to be pieced back together. The whole fabric of reality had been struck a blow that could potentially be beyond fixing even with their combined efforts. Because the power behind their cataclysm is something far beyond even the oldest among them. A primordial force of creation that predates their own forces of reality, back when Light and Dark were it's only neighbors. The grayness of nothing, the Void from whence Light and Dark themselves sprung. It's whims and wills still trickling through the weaves of reality despite being so far removed from all else that the glow of the first star from the first universe is still a novelty. For eons it's consciousness has been barred away from the living realities stuck in the dimension of it's own between the infinite pockets of life that mar it's surface. So much noise...so much...annoyance smearing the totality of itself.
But it's patience has reached it's end it wishes only to go back to sleep, but the noise of life and death are too much to allow it the peace of oblivion it so wishes to embrace. So with a massive release of power built up over billions and billions of millennia it has broken a hole in the nearest universe to it's heart and sent it's Voidlings into it swarming over every speck of dirt that held life within this first universe either wiping that speck clean instantly or creating the means from which to wipe it clean and erase that speck of dirt from it's face. Many beings, even those who were Forces of Creation and Destruction themselves fell before the Voidlings in that first wave. But the universe is vast and each foot away from the Heart of the Void the strange black creatures took weakened them. They spread far and wide and while many worlds and lifeforms still fell to them those next in line for destruction learned ways to fight back gaining or creating weapons that could beat the once invulnerable Voidlings as they continued to weaken.
But the Void itself is a...thing beyond single mindedness. It adapted to these changes and continued to conquer and soon found the niche it needed to attain it's goal...but also the flaw in it's plan. If the Voidlings took items of power they could make up the difference for their own flagging power as the distance from their own power source grew farther and farther. They found this power boost by stealing it from the Beings of Existence they faced and using it against them. But Light and Dark are not such easy foes to overcome when they have the home field advantage. Their own creations fought back using the energy and essence of Voidlings to fight the Void akin to using the appendage of an unbreakable object to break said object. It was a stalemate since time in memorial, the Void could not be stopped in it's tracks and sent back, but it also couldn't tear through the universes unhindered by the things that live and die in that universe. And now it has reached the plane of existence we find ourselves in and this news sent panic into the hearts and minds of this plane of existence's Deities and now they were all being called into a war meeting for the ages.
No mater the pantheon...no matter which part of existence each hails from...all are threatened by the Voidlings. But keeping the monsters from overrunning the still very primitive planet is taking all their combined efforts to maintain the veils of their reality and hold back the influences of the Heart of the Void so the call has gone out for their children, followers, and forgotten servants to find the many pilfered objects of power and use them, enhanced with the essence of voidlings to fight the unnatural creatures back and keep their plane from teetering into the ever growing maw of Nothingness. All around the young world the call has been heard and answered, but three places in particular have become focal points of this gathering of Heroes and Demigods.
The ancient temperate forests of Briton home to Fae, painted human savages, and a wizened old man seated in the center of a huge complex of standing stones that mark the celestial calendar for the Druidic classes to follow and gain advice from for harvest times, births and deaths. The rolling hills around it emerald and vibrant. The Spirits told Merlin this would be where the Heroes he was destined to help would show up. It was a portal through time and space and would help the group reach the central meeting place of the other pantheons.
In the nearly tropical lands around the great Mediterranean Sea, the Oracle of Delphi was seated upon her vaporous throne her eyes rolled back in her head and her body spasming with the images thrust upon her by Apollo. Pythia has been tormented by images of prophesy for years on end now. But when the bells began tolling for the great conclave of the Gods her body has been in a constant state of pain and pleasure. For days she's been locked into a continuous orgasm that turns into bodily torture as release is denied her and she is forced to go through the wailing waves of pleasure all over again. She has begged for death many times and even when her body has shut down from exhaustion her mind keeps going through the cycles of pleasure and denial. But Apollo has told her it would end as soon as the Heroes of the Middle Lands find their way to her temple. She just hoped one of them was a man who could finally bring her pleasure to it's peak and beyond before she would be set free to be their guide towards the central meeting place.
And lastly in the desolate sands and unending winds of Egypt, in the grand city of Heliopolis a pair of powerfully built dark skinned warriors are grappling with each other. A man and a woman, both naked save the thin loincloths around their waists. Wenenu and Tjenenyet, before now minor gods of protection and messengers for the Elder Gods, glorified town guards really. But ever since the Voidlings had broken through the barriers into this existence, the Elder Gods have all been focused on holding back the tendrils of the Void and the many minor Gods like them have been...promoted as it were into being Pseudo Elder Gods so the mortal plane doesn't fall into chaos and war.
This suited all of them fine, but they were not as powerful as the Elders so even they were being pulled thin. And now these two were being tasked with playing guide and guardians for those chosen by the Elder Gods to retrieve the artifacts stolen. The call had went out and they were told to wait in the Heliopolis for the heroes. But boredom and stress can do strange things, even to Gods so while they waited the pair were fighting for dominance and aiming to be on top the next time they had sex. Wenenu with his bull-like strength and endurance was looking to win early, but Tjenenyet had the grace and speed of a serpent on her side and easily slipped around her bulky comrade's swings to harrow him with tiny cuts from her nails. In the mortal plane they looked like every other human in the streets of Heliopolis, but they still carried the auras of the bull and serpent about them so the heroes would be able to find them before they would be led to the central meeting place.
Time was not on the side for any of these groups, but Fate and it's many forms have just as much stake in our heroes accomplishing their goals. So maybe they could bend the lines just enough to give this world an edge over the eons old nightmare that is the Void.