p id="docs-internal-guid-90b5e468-7fff-34a7-356a-ea2339710d49" dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Chapter 3: Questions Answered and Questions Asked/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""So you're telling me that not only are their literal freaking gods, they're all hell bent on destroying us all?! Have I got everything?!" Michael exclaimed, now clutching his head./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" "Essentially, though they aren't ALL trying to kill us. Some of them may just want to enslave us, and at least one god is actually on our side or was rather! Gods are quite fickle creatures, but Mother Diégol was our greatest and really only advocate. For our sake though, I hope that changes. Unlikely though." Chris mused, a far too cheerful smile on his face. He didn't turn to look at Michael though, his eyes focused on the road. He obviously didn't want to crash his brand new, expensive car./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" "Is this all just some kinda sick joke to you?" Michael asked, his annoyance made obvious by his tone. "When one lives to be my age, one must develop a sense of humor. To answer your question though, no I'm not joking." Chris answered, his smile fading. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Michael sighed,. "Just how old are ya anyways? He inquired, raising an eyebrow. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Too damn old to fight another war." Chris replied, his tone making it clear that was all he would say./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Alrighty then Your Majesty, what's the plan?" Michael said, his voice taking on a tone similar to the one he used when speaking to a superior in The IAEM (International Army for Extraordinary Measures). Though his voice was still slightly slurred; he seemed far more sober than before./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" "We are going to see some… acquaintances." He remarked, a mysterious glint in his eyes. "And for the last time, call me Chris. You may not remember yet, but we are... friends. And absolutely no friend of mine will call me 'Your Majesty'!" He insisted, somehow looking dignified as he rolled his eyes. "As you command...Your Majesty." Michael teased, holding back a smirk. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" Chris raised an eyebrow. "You're mocking me? That is an excellent sign. It shows the person I knew is still in there... deep down." He chuckled to himself. "And if we are to use our official titles, then I have no other option than to refer to you as Godslayer, Sword and Shield of the King." He continued, his amusement obvious./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" "Huh, who woulda guessed the King had a sense of humor. Godslayer...that sounds really, really dumb and kinda pretentious too. Sounds like something from a fairy tale." Michael remarked. Though he looked a little confused, why was that title so familiar?/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""While I have little tolerance for the belligerent, I can take a joke. I don't make these titles up; they're passed down from person to person." Chris retorted huffing, his pride seemingly wounded. "Okay, I believe you can take a joke but can you tell a joke, though? I don't believe that one for a second." The younger man said sceptically. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" "Fine don't believe me, here's a joke for you…" Chris began irately, then quickly shut his mouth, his expression turning far more serious. Michael simply looked out of the window not truly understanding what he saw./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" "Don't worry Michael, all will be understood in due time." Chris assured his friend, his face deathly serious./span/p