The Mouthpiece of the Gods // OxO // Closed

The man's glare softened as he tried to think what he should do.

"Four." Sam's voice rang throughout the room, his eyes jumping around the room as he wondered if the man was going to do anything or not.

"Three." The man murmured something that sounded like a sorry before jumping on Sam, hand covering his mouth and another plugging his nose.

Sam struggled around helplessly, passing out from the lack of air after a minute or two, his body falling limp.

The man chuckled afterwards, getting up and stretching his arms. "Should I just kill you…? Oh, but I can't let such a beautiful human just….die…."

The gods surged in the Mouthpiece's mind, babbling something that he couldn't quite make out. He opened the door to the room, eyes darting around as he saw the king on the ground with a man standing before him.

The man turned around when he heard the door open, his eyes lighting as he inspected the Mouthpiece. "Ah, yes, the Mouthpiece. I've been looking for you, you know." He smoothed his clothes as he walked over to the Mouthpiece, arms wide open for a hug.

The Mouthpiece frowned, green and gold eyes narrowed. "Who are you?" he said. He didn't allow the man to hug him, stepping to the side with his hands remaining by his sides. "And why have you been looking for me?"

"I need to ask the gods some rather….complicated questions…" The man answered, bowing in front of the Mouthpiece in an effort to be respectful to the gods, revealing a few of the marks on his arms.

The Mouthpiece cocked his head. "What have you done with the king?" He questioned, not bothering to address the man's words about the gods.

The man glanced at the king, making sure he wasn't waking up any time soon before looking at the Mouthpiece. "Nothing much." He smiled at the Mouthpiece, wanting to look friendly and not threatening. "And may I talk to the gods?"

The Mouthpiece drew himself up to his full height. "If you wished to speak to the gods, you should have gone through the proper channels, rather than assaulting the king inside of his own palace." He replied, voice icy as he stepped around the man and crouched beside the king.

The man chuckled. "You make it sound like I barged in here and attacked him." He sighed softly as he went over to the Mouthpiece. "Do you know how long I had to wait for this moment?" He asked, checking Sam's pulse, it was faint. "And don't worry about him, he's still alive."

The Mouthpiece narrowed his eyes. "I don't care how long you had to wait. You still should have gone through the proper channels." He examined the king for a moment, then looked at the man again.

"I also don't care." The man mumbled, glancing at the Mouthpiece. "Just let me talk to them, please!" He begged, looking at the Mouthpiece with a pleading look. "Just…please…"

The Mouthpiece sighed, examining the man for a long moment. "And what do you wish to speak to them about?" He asked. He gently picked Sam up, putting the king into a chair.

"About Thanatos and Keres," the man replied simply, hoping he would be able to get a chance to speak with them.

Sam had slowly regained consciousness, not moving at all and just listening to the conversation. He would need more than just 'he attacked me for no reason,' so he stayed quiet, not moving an inch.

The Mouthpiece frowned a little. "About what?" He pressed, crossing his arms and looking at the man steadily. There was no fear in his eyes, despite the fact that he was so small.

"Everyone thinks Hades, the god of the underworld, is the god of death, even though he's not. Thanatos and Keres just want some recognition." The man replied, saying Hades' name as if it was poison.

The Mouthpiece arched an eyebrow. "Sir. I know quite well who all the gods are and what they do. But you still haven't told me what you wish to speak with them about." He studied the man carefully, arms crossed.

The man chuckled, sighing softly. "Fine, fine. Thanatos and Keres want the wars to stop, or else we'll stop taking in the souls." He couldn't help the smirk that flickered into his face, his eyes slowly turning all black.

He arched an eyebrow at the man. "I am sorry. I do not understand what you are saying. If the gods, including Thanatos and Keres, had anything to say, they could of course communicate it to the other gods or to me, if their words are intended for mortal ears."

"These words aren't meant for mortal ears, but it has to be heard because they won't listen to neither Thanatos or Keres," The man said, looking rather mad. "And not taking in the souls can easily cause a problem, so you better listen to me."

"If they aren't meant for mortal ears, then why do you know them?" The Mouthpiece stayed calm, aware of the gods' presence pressing against the back of his mind as they listened to the conversation. He folded his hands together in front of him.

The man sighed. "You see, I'm not a mortal. I'm also someone like you, a mere piece for the gods to use as communication."

The Mouthpiece narrowed his eyes. "I am sorry, but I do not quite believe you." he replied. "If that is true, then you have no need of me. None at all."

The man looked annoyed, muttering a few curses under his breath. "I have something private to tell you, and I feel like Sam's woken up." He glanced at Sam, making Sam hold his breath and hope the man wouldn't do anything to him.

The Mouthpiece lifted his chin a little bit, glancing at the king for a moment. "I do not believe he has." And even if he has, it doesn't matter.

"Still, I need to talk to you outside." The man was looked pissed at this point, considering he had come here for the king, not the stupid mouthpiece.

He sighed softly. "Fine. Come with me, then." He headed for the door, ignoring the man's expression. Maybe he shouldn't have, but he was, in any case.

Finally! The man thought as they both left the room, a smile appearing on his face considering it was actually starting to head in the right direction. After they were outside the room, he straightened up his clothes. "Where are you going to take me?"

He thought for a moment, then lead the man to an alcove, standing inside of it. "This should grant suffient privacy for whatever it is you wish to say to me."

(bump?)

The man looked around the hall, making sure no body was there. After a few moments, he turned around and sprinted towards the king's room. His plan had been to lock the Mouthpiece out of the King's room and finish the king. Almost there.

(Sorry about that! School had gotten cancelled because of the virus and everything is confusing!)