Alcyoneus stepped out of the pitch black shadows and into the dim light of the black-stoned chamber. His eyes drifted towards the empty throne in the midst of the chamber, towards the throne he had sworn allegiance to. To the throne all would swear allegiance to, soon enough.
[i] ALCYONEUS. ARE YOU READY? [/i]
The giant turned towards the King of Death. The robotic frame stood tall, and his eyes flashed between a deep purple and pitch black. But the crown... The crown on Atlas' head radiated cold as sun radiated heat. It pulsed in Alcyoneus' mind, resonating with his entire being. It seemed to call out to him, to reach him.
"Yes, my King. I am ready."
A flash of light, and a tall man in a navy-colored suit stepped into the chamber. His eyes would have made any normal mortal flinch.
[i] THE INVITATION, CRONOS? [/i]
A wave of Cronos' hand, and a piece of paper appeared from what seemed like thin air. He smiled, cold as ice.
"Right here, Atlas." The smile faded. "I hope you remember your dealings with my employers."
The frame seemed to loom over Cronos, and those eyes flashed dangerously.
[i] WILL YOU KEEP YOUR END OF THE BARGAIN, CRONOS? [/i]
"Of course. There is no doubt regarding me, Atlas. However, there is a ... considerable... amount of doubt on whether you will fulfill your end, I'm afraid. My employers do not like unpredictability."
[i] I WILL KEEP MY END. COME. THE TIME DRAWS NEAR. [/i]
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The Invitation bursts into flames, and is razed down to the last atom, nothing is left except a acrid smell*