Strongest Among the Heavens

"Once upon a time, the world was young and angry.

Once upon a time, the world and people wanted equality.

Once upon a time, a king descended from the heavens. Once upon a time, a hammer crashed through the entry.

They sang and they sang and they sang! O what fun it was. O how delightful it was. O how much we laughed and laughed. O how much we were given and gifted!

Once upon a time, the world was just so happy! Once upon a time, we just wanted to be angry! Once upon a time, the lightning was brought down and the king arose. And when the king arose, the gods ran. The gods ran and ran and raaaannnn~!"

Myth played along with his voice. His gentle, deep voice that seemed to bring forth wells of effort from what sounded like no effort. The final lengthy note hung in the air, lingering like the last breath of a dying star.

Silence followed, and then—the applause.

Xander’s guests clapped, some rising from their seats in admiration. The grand piano gleamed under the golden chandeliers and the man in the black opera mask—Myth—gave a slow, elegant bow.

Xander’s mansion and the music hall within—it was all for him. It was all designed to impress any that came. From Myth himself to the chandeliers to the piano. All was of a divine quality.

Xander’s smile couldn’t have been prouder.

Myth left without a word.