[b]Hexagonal Chamber - O'Menus[/b]

[indent][indent]O'Menus had dealt with Aureia before, her dealings in treasure and gold trinkets were valuable yet this new haughty side of her was an irritant. 'These Gods mistake themselves to be my equal. This is why tolerance is earned not given.' The heat in his left hand surged with more effort than desired. Containing his ire was especially difficult, so much in fact that he became even tenser, if that was possible. He gave the Gods more leeway than mortals but not much. The core of his existence didn't allow room for disagreements to his wishes. The muscles of his jaw tightened, another sign of his attempts to wrestle down his combative nature.

Aureia's words towards the end, which felt to him to be a shot at his actions, folded his arms even tighter against his chest. The contradiction between his desires and actions, sent a wispy flame from his cheek. A quick warning, if nothing else. He rolled his neck and grunted. The horned Goddess's honeyed chiding vexed him into a fit. Who was [i]she[/i] to lecture him, in fact, who were [i]they[/i] to rebuke his rulings. Even the Gods could die apparently, which meant they could be slain should [i]one[/i] supreme deity will it so.

[i]'Refrain yourself. You are weakened with little knowledge of the others' current strength.'[/i] Even still, the tips of his left fingers came alive with sputtering flames.

And as his eyes met each of them while they prattled on and over the short insignificant life of the mortal, he noticed... rather felt the intent of the Tailed-Goddess. She was an animal ready to pounce. A crude, barbaric thing dreaming that it could face a God King. "Enough," he uttered, even though only a few seconds had passed. It was obvious something had shifted in his demeanor. He was ready for war. His arms came unfurled, each was taunt, his hands were shaped like grasping claws. The left, after massive resolve, blazed to life and crawled up his forearm. The roar of his flames brought a terrible heat with it.

"Three chances is too generous for you 'lot. I have neither the patience or desire to wait... I'm doing this my way," he told them, stepping forward, ready to retaliate if necessary. 

Yet, he paused unexpectedly. His gaze shifting as voices started to parade beyond them all. Then a desperate voice resounded clearly. 'Priestess?' he pondered, looking dispassionate at the frail speck. 'So she's not as insignificant as I first presumed.'

O'Menus stepped forward with little malice in his stride. A ruler strode forth with obvious, deliberate intent. Anyone that stood between him and the stairway would cause him to pause but be met with little interest. "We have our answers now," he told the others, heading towards the voices to see what was beyond the Hexagonal Chamber. The closer he came, the lower the flames on his arms died out.   [/indent][/indent]