Zone A -- Lowlands

[Enel]

Hendy finally catches up. Sometimes I don’t know my own power. “Check it out!” I call to him as he jogs over. I hold aloft my prize: the dead mountain cat, its blood spilling from the fresh wound my trident made.

“Ah, don’t be holding it like that, sir,” he says. It’s the first time I’ve seen Hendy almost concerned about something. “Let me take it. I’ll fix the meal up for you, it wouldn’t do for a God of your stature to be guttin’ a mountain lion.”

“Very well.” I drop the lion in a crumple and wander off to amuse myself.

I go to twitter to upload the picture of myself holding the lion.

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Fresh meat, baby! No shitty packaged meals for this God of Lightning. #God #Cats

While Hendy busily and noisily guts the animal, I dart off to find some dry wood for a fire. It hardly takes long for me, and soon I’m back, setting them up in a tent formation. A single spark of lightning and it’s a roaring flame.

I head back to the Dataverse tablet to amuse myself.

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GodEnel
Seriously though, how can you mortals eat that stuff? Eh, I suppose your palates aren’t as refined. At least my servant can tell the differe

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GodEnel
nce.

Stupid fucking Dataverse. Apparently it won’t let me send a message of more than one hundred and forty letters at a time? I suppose their technology isn’t all that. Pathetic, really. I guess most of them are just sending messages like ‘ME HUNGRY’ and ‘LOOK AT MY TITS’ so it doesn’t make much difference to them, but a God does not limit his words for anybody.

Finally, Hendy announces that my meal is ready. Oh goody. I take a roasted leg and sink my teeth in.

“…”

I turn to Hendy. “Are you aware that this meat is dry?”

He looks taken aback. “Ah …”

Tch. “You must have overcooked it, you dope!”

“I’m sorry, m’lord.”

Honestly. I can’t leave basic tasks to anyone.

Still, it’s a damn sight better than whatever came out of that packet. I tear into the meat. Hendy evidently already had his fill. As I stand up, sucking the juice off of my fingers, I address him.

“One other thing, Vic. A servant does not eat before his lord.”

He balks. “Y-yes, God Enel.” For God’s sake, man, I can see the juice around your lips. Don’t pretend you weren’t hungry. I’m not that imperious of a God.

“Hmph.” I turn around. The safehouse isn’t far now. We should get there by nightfall.

Moving Enel and Hendy from A4 to the Safehouse