The answer took him aback. Minerva? As in, the Romans’ Athena? Luxord blinked, before sneering and laughing. “You would call upon Minerva? Ha~! Minerva does not exist, or if she did, she died long ago! Your goddess is dead, and mine lives. She lives, and breathes, and has bestowed her favor upon me.”
He burst into a fit of laughter. “Really now? You are so very misinformed. Watch as I call upon the goddess. Call upon Minerva for her guidance and power~”
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Something akin to rage was building up inside him. Logically, of course, he knew that he could feel no rage, nor pain at the thought of his goddess, his Lady Luck abandoning him. What he ‘felt’, of course, was different. “Fortuna would never forsake her chosen.” A proud look crossed his face. “I am, after all, Luxord, Gambler of fate.”
“Fortuna? Is that what you call her?” He shook his head, almost as if disgusted. “You don’t even know her name, and you call yourself chosen. The goddess is named Minerva of course.”
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One eye twitched slowly. “I am the favored of my Lady, and fair convinced on my own that you are a madman and do not know the goddess as you claim to. Stop your false and wretched pretense before I end it for you.”
“I seem to have pushed a button haven’t I?” Genesis smirked, and covered his mouth to block a chuckle. His single black wing extended from his back and he stretched out his arms beside him. “If you know her, than call upon the goddess now, hmm?”
The blond drew himself up, and summoned his cards, a half-angry look flickering across his face. “I need not. When she sees that I am troubled, she will come.” It seemed almost a reassurance to himself. She will come. He knew that, had to know that. Fortuna would not abandon him again.
“Oh, is that like saying you can’t summon her? My how unfortunate. You see, the goddess comes to me when I ask for her~” He felt no need to hide his laugh this time and he let it out.
One eye twitched slowly. “I am the favored of my Lady, and fair convinced on my own that you are a madman and do not know the goddess as you claim to. Stop your false and wretched pretense before I end it for you.”
“I seem to have pushed a button haven’t I?” Genesis smirked, and covered his mouth to block a chuckle. His single black wing extended from his back and he stretched out his arms beside him. “If you know her, than call upon the goddess now, hmm?”
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“…excuse me?” Cyan eyes narrowed quietly. “You think that I would pretend to know the Lady? That I would bring dishonor upon her name by falsifying my belief in her? I am mortally offended, sir. Per’aps you are not in need of my help after all.”
“The goddess speaks to only those who are worthy. In these few moments that I have spoken with you, I am not convinced you are worthy.”
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“Well, that’s lovely poetry.” Luxord chuckled once more, and crossed his arms, willing the other to speak more. “It would seem we do mean the same goddess. Ah, Fortuna is kind.” He nodded, mostly to himself and advanced upon the man. “So, what prayers have I answered, exactly?”
“My soul, corrupted by vengeance, Hath endured torment.” He whispered the last act of Loveless, the act that he himself wrote. The grin never leaving his face. “I have asked for the key to end my suffering, the cells that my body has been tainted with to be cleaned. The goddess brought you to me to help me with this.”
Well, this man was clearly not playing with a full deck. He was a few Queens short, if you asked Luxord. But the blond smiled amiably at him and nodded. “Of course, love, of course. We can…clean your body however you like.”
Genesis looked at the man for a moment and sighed. “Or you could just be pretending to know who the goddess is. It would not be the first time I have found a fan who wanted to be like me~”
The goddess? That caught his attention. “Surely you do not the mean the Goddess, my friend. She who is mistress of luck, fate, and all that might yet be?”
“Yes, ‘Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess, We seek it thus, and take it to the sky, Ripples form on the water’s surface, The wandering soul knows no rest.’ I have been asking the goddess to give me a fate that I deserve. and it seems she is answering me at last.”
“Well, that’s lovely poetry.” Luxord chuckled once more, and crossed his arms, willing the other to speak more. “It would seem we do mean the same goddess. Ah, Fortuna is kind.” He nodded, mostly to himself and advanced upon the man. “So, what prayers have I answered, exactly?”
“My soul, corrupted by vengeance, Hath endured torment.” He whispered the last act of Loveless, the act that he himself wrote. The grin never leaving his face. “I have asked for the key to end my suffering, the cells that my body has been tainted with to be cleaned. The goddess brought you to me to help me with this.”
The goddess? That caught his attention. “Surely you do not the mean the Goddess, my friend. She who is mistress of luck, fate, and all that might yet be?”
“Yes, ‘Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess, We seek it thus, and take it to the sky, Ripples form on the water’s surface, The wandering soul knows no rest.’ I have been asking the goddess to give me a fate that I deserve. and it seems she is answering me at last.”
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“In a dark time, the eye begins to see,I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;I hear my echo in the echoing wood.” Genesis tilted his head and studied the man before him.
The blond tilted his head to mirror the other’s movement, chuckling under his breath. What a strange man. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too, love.”
His eyes closed and a grin spread across his face. “You remind me a bit of someone I’ve known but have never met. He was part of Shin-Ra’s space program.”
“Do I now?” Luxord gave a slow, amused grin. He can’t be talking about Cid, can he? The other blond was the only one he knew who’d been involved both in Shin-Ra and in a space program.
“Oh yes. I think that maybe the goddess has brought you to me for a reason. Oh yes, the goddess is very kind.”
“In a dark time, the eye begins to see,I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;I hear my echo in the echoing wood.” Genesis tilted his head and studied the man before him.
The blond tilted his head to mirror the other’s movement, chuckling under his breath. What a strange man. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too, love.”
His eyes closed and a grin spread across his face. “You remind me a bit of someone I’ve known but have never met. He was part of Shin-Ra’s space program.”
