Attrition of the Gods: Book 1 of the Mystery Thriller series Gods Toys. by P.G. Burns Page A
Authors: P.G. Burns
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God’s voice on Earth, for fuck’s sake. So, I am ahead of the game. Reuben was right, this world is too big now. No one will ever rule through fear or retribution. The masses will only really worship one God and that’s the one that feeds their greed: money!”
Amitiel nodded, impressed. “Yes, I believe you have a very cunning strategy there. It’ll be interesting to see how Reuben responds. He is convinced whoever dominates Europe will become the Host.”
“He’s right but I doubt Zeb or Asher would agree. Don’t tell them, will you? The longer they waste their time with the slanty-eyed fuckers, the better. Anyway, we have all night to exchange gossip now that you’ve convinced our landlord to be more hospitable. But my curiosity is getting the better of me… why are you really here, Amitiel?”
“Two reasons: firstly Simeon. We can’t trace him. We think he may have gone native and renewed.”
Isaac was shocked. “He what? Renewed…? Why would he do that? He won’t know who or what he is!”
Amitiel refilled the glasses and sat back. “Simeon has developed some sort of perverted affection for the homo sapiens. He recently returned to Gheisthelm and appealed to the Council. He claims the humans should have their own champion, and that it was always the Demiurge’s plan for mankind to rule the physical world, not Djinn.”
Isaac gulped, nearly choking on his drink. “He has lost it! Tell me they refused.”
“Yes, they declined after a certain amount of deliberation. A little bit too much deliberation if you ask me. Anyway, Simeon was not happy, he threatened to conspire with the saps and mentor a native champion, one who he claims will have the Vril from all thirteen in equal parts.”
“What did he mean?”
“Well, if a human was to have equal Vril from all the thirteen it could give him certain advantages, but it is just a theory and thought to be near impossible, as the proverb goes, like finding a needle in a hay field.”
“Haystack.”
“Field is bigger. Chamuel, however, thinks differently. He has done his calculations and he thinks that by the late twentieth century one such person could exist. This is only a few hundred years away. We need to find Simeon before then and return him to the Corona, just in case Chamuel is right.”
“But like you said, he may have renewed. If he has then he must have had help… free will and all that. He wouldn’t break that rule. He would have had to find a mother prepared to allow him to possess her unborn child, which even for humans is a difficult exchange. If that is the case then none of us would be able to find him; that really would be like finding a needle in a hundred hayfields, a thousand.”
“Exactly. He must have had human conspirators and he would have needed to reveal at least some of the secrets of the Djinn to them. Although we do not think he has renewed yet, only that he has threatened to do so.”
“Yes, well, that is a mess, but if I’m right, it’s your mess, not mine.”
Isaac finished his wine and stood, ready to leave. He did not want to be dragged into anything that would distract him from the quest.
“Now, I best be off. Bullion to buy, wars to fund, you know how it is.”
Amitiel grabbed his arm, pulling him in towards her with undeniable force. “I haven’t told you the second reason for my visit.”
Isaac relented and, sitting back down, poured out the last of the wine and handed her a glass.
“If you want me to listen to your problems, Angel, you will have to give me an update on the game.”
Amitiel sighed then nodded. “What do you want to know?”
“Who are my main competitors? What are the rest doing?”
Amitiel let a smile escape her lips, took the wine and began. The fire seemed to reignite of its own accord and the two of them settled in again.
“I will tell you what I can.” She looked around cautiously, as if worried that she would be heard in this empty bar.
“Asher and Judd are
Amitiel nodded, impressed. “Yes, I believe you have a very cunning strategy there. It’ll be interesting to see how Reuben responds. He is convinced whoever dominates Europe will become the Host.”
“He’s right but I doubt Zeb or Asher would agree. Don’t tell them, will you? The longer they waste their time with the slanty-eyed fuckers, the better. Anyway, we have all night to exchange gossip now that you’ve convinced our landlord to be more hospitable. But my curiosity is getting the better of me… why are you really here, Amitiel?”
“Two reasons: firstly Simeon. We can’t trace him. We think he may have gone native and renewed.”
Isaac was shocked. “He what? Renewed…? Why would he do that? He won’t know who or what he is!”
Amitiel refilled the glasses and sat back. “Simeon has developed some sort of perverted affection for the homo sapiens. He recently returned to Gheisthelm and appealed to the Council. He claims the humans should have their own champion, and that it was always the Demiurge’s plan for mankind to rule the physical world, not Djinn.”
Isaac gulped, nearly choking on his drink. “He has lost it! Tell me they refused.”
“Yes, they declined after a certain amount of deliberation. A little bit too much deliberation if you ask me. Anyway, Simeon was not happy, he threatened to conspire with the saps and mentor a native champion, one who he claims will have the Vril from all thirteen in equal parts.”
“What did he mean?”
“Well, if a human was to have equal Vril from all the thirteen it could give him certain advantages, but it is just a theory and thought to be near impossible, as the proverb goes, like finding a needle in a hay field.”
“Haystack.”
“Field is bigger. Chamuel, however, thinks differently. He has done his calculations and he thinks that by the late twentieth century one such person could exist. This is only a few hundred years away. We need to find Simeon before then and return him to the Corona, just in case Chamuel is right.”
“But like you said, he may have renewed. If he has then he must have had help… free will and all that. He wouldn’t break that rule. He would have had to find a mother prepared to allow him to possess her unborn child, which even for humans is a difficult exchange. If that is the case then none of us would be able to find him; that really would be like finding a needle in a hundred hayfields, a thousand.”
“Exactly. He must have had human conspirators and he would have needed to reveal at least some of the secrets of the Djinn to them. Although we do not think he has renewed yet, only that he has threatened to do so.”
“Yes, well, that is a mess, but if I’m right, it’s your mess, not mine.”
Isaac finished his wine and stood, ready to leave. He did not want to be dragged into anything that would distract him from the quest.
“Now, I best be off. Bullion to buy, wars to fund, you know how it is.”
Amitiel grabbed his arm, pulling him in towards her with undeniable force. “I haven’t told you the second reason for my visit.”
Isaac relented and, sitting back down, poured out the last of the wine and handed her a glass.
“If you want me to listen to your problems, Angel, you will have to give me an update on the game.”
Amitiel sighed then nodded. “What do you want to know?”
“Who are my main competitors? What are the rest doing?”
Amitiel let a smile escape her lips, took the wine and began. The fire seemed to reignite of its own accord and the two of them settled in again.
“I will tell you what I can.” She looked around cautiously, as if worried that she would be heard in this empty bar.
“Asher and Judd are
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