Shouting Racial Arguments

“I told you, no more than a few hours ago, NOT TO INTERFERE!”

Kenon’s voice echoed across the hall, bouncing off the brightly lit ceiling and lilac curtained windows as the Voidborn stomped down towards the other two occupants in the room. While Arkadin was somewhat shocked about how angry Kenon was, Kinisis sat in her comfy sofa, twiddling with a handful of dice, not really reacting.

“That was before I realised you were not going to be honest with them and were planning on nuking the culture of a race with a population of over one billion!”

“I specifically requested that you stay away from the Rethavok, and what did you do? You went directly to their current leader and SPOKE to them! You told them what I had planned!” Kenon roared. “How dare you disobey us like that!”

“How dare I? Of course I’m going to do what’s best for mortals! They deserve to know what will happen to them! They deserve to know that you are coming and you will want them to revere you! And they deserve to not have their culture nuked because of an issue that is preventable by us!”

Kenon sneered, throwing himself into the one free seat in the room. “You do not know what you are talking about.”

“You are going to use a Sapiapathy Collapse to make the Rethavok loyal to you!”

“No, I am going to help lead them back to their former glory, while also making use of their pliable ways to do so without too much bloodshed!” Kenon continued to sneer.

“Too much? There should be NO bloodshed!” Arkadin countered. “You should make them your favoured race PEACEFULLY!” The Thantophor sighed, shaking his head. “Why are you plotting like this? Why do you have to do this so messily? Just present yourself to them, tell them you are there to help and they’ll listen! You don’t need them to worship you!”

Kenon snorted, closing his eyes and resting his hands on his chin. “Maybe that is suitable for your pointless feel-good motives, but for a real deity, one does not hand out miracles for nothing.”

“Oh, a real deity, you say?” Arkadin tutted. “So… not you?”

The Voidborn sat up straight, visibly insulted by Arkadin’s words.

“You… you dare…”

“I do dare. You don’t need to do this, Kenon.”

“I do need to do this, Arkadin. The Rethavok are wasted potential. They could be so much more, but you do not let them expand their power. They could be as powerful as the Temthans or the Vohra or the Kronospasts, yet you hold them back.”

“You assume I do it, that I hold them back, but have you considered that the Rethavok may have made their own decisions?”

Kenon growled, throwing himself out of the chair. “Clearly not, as they have not realised what will happen to their society. Only my intervention can solve that, because you are incapable and unwilling to do what needs to be done.”

The Voidborn snarled one last time, then grunted and marched off, back down the hallway from which he came. Arkadin sighed, then turned to Kinisis, knowing that his words had not swayed Kenon at all.

“Was I wrong, Kinisis?” Arkadin finally asked.

“Nope. But you should have told me first…” Kinisis finally looked up from the dice in her hand. “You know what Kenon is like. A thicker skull than you have, and you take the form of a race known for their very hard skulls.”

“I don’t want the Rethavok to suffer.”

“They won’t. They’ll be fine. Kenon knows better than he lets on. Kinda actually quite Rethan-like in his thoughts as well.”

Arkadin sighed, rubbing his eyes. “I don’t want anyone else to suffer too…”

Kinisis shrugged, scooting up next to Arkadin and giving him a quick hug. “I know. You’re a good kid. And you did do the right thing. Which is why I’m letting you have more privileges when it comes to your own favoured race.”

The Thantophor’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

“Up to half a billion beings.”

“Why?”

Kinisis hinted back at Arkadin. “You kinda are a death god, and that sort of worship is unhealthy for everyone. But you should go out there and do some real good.”

“I… Thank you…” Arkadin stuttered, not sure what else to say. “I appreciate this…”

Kinisis leaned back in her seat, grinning. “No worries. Just don’t fuck it up, alright?”