the gods of Gen stare at you through, their pure white eyes gazing at you

Athene, goddess of fury: a mortal such as yourself gazing upon us gods

Apocalypse, God of Vengeance: just stands there with his arms crossed and his eyes closed

Zeada, goddess of life: a mortal of my creation of course she smiles holding both her hands within her robes

Francis/War, god of war: pathetic and weak he says hotheadedly

Thane, god of storms: ahh don’t mind this little bugger he chuckles

Tisiphone: so you are what gravels at my feet she laughs evilly