Free Origin ARS 6 by Scottie Futch Page A

in the car up short. Era's jaw dropped a little, but she was still the first to recover. "Silence, what are you saying? You are joking, correct?"
    The god of death who reigned as the supreme deity of the end over several worlds sighed lightly. "No. I am not joking. I'm strong enough to do it."
    "What's the meaning of this?" asked Era. She leaned forward in the car and gave her son a stern look. "This is nothing to joke about. You know it is practically impossible to kill one of our people outside of very specific situations."
    "Yes. I know," said Silence stoically. Gone was his normal goofy demeanor and gentle laughter. His eyes were narrowed and his hands gripped the wheel tightly.
    "Brother dear, why are you contemplating deicide?" asked Mid.
    Origin kept her own counsel, but she also wanted to know. It was certainly unlike her brother to say such things.
    "The project committee for the world rebuilding project that Shara was assigned to as community service, I want to kill the project committee," said Silence matter-of-factly.
    "Why? What have those fools done now?" asked Era.
    "Death is the one thing they shouldn't play with, and yet they toy with it like it is nothing more than a game feature," said Silence with a hateful glare. "It requires iron clad rules so that transitions for the mortal souls can be kept to a regular and proper schedule. They become agitated and angry otherwise."
    "What happened?" asked Origin.
    Silence turned off the street and entered a multi-layered parking structure. "They kept fooling with the transition phase of souls. Eventually, I had to tell them that they would need to pick a method and stick with it. Otherwise, I would file an injunction. Even so, I am not willing to just let it go."
    "So, you're serious about wanting to kill someone?" asked Mid, she lacked her customary smile. This was serious business.
    The normally warm and friendly god of death slowly nodded his head as he pulled into a parking space set aside specifically for the Ardent family. "It's not just the transition phase issues. I've discovered certain discrepancies in their files that I've already turned over to father. I can't prove anything, but there is definitely something shady going on and it is hurting a lot of people."
    Era wanted to discuss things further, but Silence raised his hand. "We're not here for any of that..."
    "Of course," said Era with a nod of her head. "One world at a time I suppose."
    Origin took a breath then opened her door. "Time to get ready."
    "The outfit's already in your dressing room," said Era.
    Origin groaned loudly. "I hate that stupid thing."
    "You're the heir apparent of an empire dear one, pretty much empress already save for those few niggling details that remain. You need to look properly divine." remarked the elder goddess with a smile.
    "I get that, but why do I have to dress like I'm going to work a street corner outside of an ancient Roman brothel?" muttered Origin as she left the car.
    "For a heavenly time, call Origin?" asked Mid with a renewed smile.
    The younger goddess groaned at her older sister loudly. She unleashed an annoyed pout then made a huffy noise before wandering away. This tour was important, but she had already acquired a foul mood on top of how much she missed her fiancé.
    Her eyebrows pressed inward and her expression shifted into a slight scowl. Of course, that was the moment that several people ran out of the shadows and began to take photos.
    "Origin! Is it true that you have a boyfriend?!" cried one of the paparazzi. Another called out, "This way! Look this way!"
    She sighed loudly then forced herself to offer the camera-commandoes a winning smile. "Hello, one and all!"
    "Origin! Origin! Over here! Can I get a smile, too?" asked another of the people hoping for a chance to take a photo of the most recent celebrity hype. "Is your boyfriend with you?"
    "One at a time, please." she said, her sweetly faked smile still wide. How she hated these people sometimes.