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The City of the Gods
The City of the Gods
by Blas Pedro Uberuaga
February 26, 1996
The Hall of Indar was a large and magnificent building. It seemed an architectural impossiblity. The entire hall seemed to be carved out of one large piece of stone. Obsidian, to be exact. Coal black obsidian with swirls of bright ruby running throughout. Two trenches ran along the walls. Both were filled with fuel, one that burned a bright blue and another a shimmering green. The light of both fires was caught by the blood red ruby, illuminating the entire hall. A throne made of the same ruby sat at one end of the hall, behind which the two trenches met in a dazzling display of fireworks. Upon the throne sat the only being capable of drawing the eye away from the shooting flames. Upon the throne sat Indar.
The throne glowed around the god as he sat, emotionless.
His garb was simple, as always: a white skirt with a gold belt,
golden bracelets, and black leather boots that ended at the calf.
He was the epitomy of the human form. Muscles capable of uprooting
mountains lay dormant behind his bronze skin. His bald head reflected
the flames that danced behind him. His ice blue eyes, while penetrating,
betrayed no emotion, no indication of the thoughts of the god.
Being the most powerful among them all, Indar was a very private
As he sat, his servants and priests bustled around
him, performing the minor "miracles" and answering the
prayers of his worshippers that were necessary to keep them believing
in his power. And, with each miracle, Indar could feel the new
converts, the new believers, his power growing with each one.
He smiled to himself, though he made no indication of his amusement
to all those around him. He smiled to himself as his mind wandered...
Imperceptable to his priests and servants, Indar's
consciousness left his body and rose through space, through the
roof of the hall and out into the free air. He kept rising, higher
and higher, surveying more of the city with each passing moment.
First, he saw his hall, larger than a ship, larger than many
of the cities on the mortal world. Then, the rest of the city
of the gods, Zerua, started to come into view. His hall faced
Plaza of the Ancient Gods, a hexagonal shaped area with a tower
of light emitting from the center, dancing and changing colors
constantly but imperceptably. Directly opposite from his hall
was the road that led from the main part of the city to the Plaza.
The other faces of the hexagon featured the halls
of some of the other powerful gods. On the left were Lehen and
Hil. They were the last of the ancient gods. Lehen had been
the chief amongst all gods before Indar had simply become more
powerful and usurped that role. His hall was a white marble,
though it was becoming grey in places, a sign of the diminishing,
yet still formidable, power commanded by Lehen. To the left of
Lehen's hall was a strange looking building. The base, about
four stories high, was made of one ton blocks of sandstone, forming
a circle. The top was open, but above it hung, suspended in space,
a large globe, an immitation of one of the moons of the mortal
realm. The moon glowed, it's light reaching each and every inhabitant
of Zerua. This was the home of Hil, the god of Death. Hil was
a constant in the lives of the mortals that had never changed.
Hil was the first among them and, unless Indar's centuries of
planning succeeded, would most likely be the last to stand among
them as well.
To the right stood the halls of two of the younger
gods, gods that had risen in power at the same time Indar had.
First, there was Liki, the goddess of love and lust. Many of
the lesser gods that populated Zerua and the surroundings owed
their parentage, either as father or mother, to Liki. Although,
Indar was responsible for more than one of those offspring. Liki
had no hall to speak of. Instead, the area was covered by a lush
garden. Tall oaks and palms formed the walls, bright ferns and
grasses covered the ground, and every imaginable form of vegetation
in between flourished in Liki's realm. In the center of the garden
sat a small wooden building, the home of Liki, where she rested.
Smaller wooden structures were scattered throughout the garden,
the homes of her servants.
Next to Liki's "hall" stood that of Taiu.
Indar smiled when he thought of Taiu. She had served his purpose
well. The rise to power of their son, Ander, in the mortal realm
marked the beginning of Indar's own rise to power in Zerua. Without
her, his plan may never had succeeded. He had needed a follower
that could win over both sides of the political spectrum: the
blood thirsty warriors and the deceitful beaurocrats. That is
exactly what he had gotten in Ander, son of the god of war and
the goddess of lies. None of the other gods had suspected that
Indar had orchestrated Ander's entire life. Not even Taiu. She
had become quite drunk on the new found power given to her by
the sudden increase in worshippers. Besides Indar, she had gained
the most out of Ander's empire. But, she was never strong enough
to see through Indar's schemes.
The city of the gods stretched around the Plaza for
as far as the eye could see. It was here that the dead that had
found favor with the gods came and spent eternity, worshipping
and serving the masters of Zerua. The city appeared, for the most
part, like any other city. The market was always buzzing with
activity. Patrons were seated on the stools at the local tavern.
Lovers enjoyed each other's bodies in the privacy of curtained