Synthetic Survivor: Machine Age

"You failed!" An ethereal voice echoed through the clouds causing the pillars of gold to shake and the mosaic floor to crumble. The other deities bowed their heads as a way of appeasing his wrath, he was not pleased, not with what has transpired over the past year. He was fuming in anger, he stood up and pointed his staff towards the accused who stood at the middle of the floor separated from the clouds and the audience.

"You promised us that you will eliminate him from our world! What did you do? What happened? You failed!" His voice was ethereal and full of anger, the accused was on her knees and her eyes were becoming teary. She carefully grasped her shoulders as the man in front of her continued his rant.

"Failure,"

"Why did we even trust the new girl to handle this task?"

"It was a simple task! they could've beaten those mortals with little effort,"

The gossips and the backlash all entered her ears and she began to weep. She shed tears of pity for herself and disappointment to herself, she was proven unfit to be one of the council.

The Council as they were known, was a gathering of ten great deities, 5 great gods and 5 great goddesses who stood above the rest. They would be tasked to manage the world and other lesser deities, she was supposed to replace the ninth deity who was devoured by the gaping mouth of Hades but she failed to accomplish her first task.

"This debacle was caused by a rogue sect of the Fax Relion, the religion that up to this day believes and worsh.i.p.s you! It was a simple task!"

The accused suddenly stood up, tears still dripping from her eyes.

"Please! please o Godfather, give me another chance!" She pleaded.

"We gave you too many chances already!" The Godfather responded with absolute disdain.

He frowned at the accused as she continued to plead and plead. He was almost absolute with his decision and wanted to end this entire ordeal with one might snap of his fingers. But he was a merciful and humble deity, even if the accused who was pleading before him, had failed the Council more than five times, he still had hope.

He had hope for everyone.

He sat down on his golden chair and closed his eyes to think. The accused, seeing the Godfather sit down and close his eyes immediately bowed. The others saw this and continued their act of appeas.e.m.e.nt. The other council members stood up in anticipation of the Godfather's final decision.

After a few minutes of deafening silence, the Godfather finally spoke.

"One, last, chance," His voice was broken for he still had anger rushing through his c.h.e.s.t. He glowed a red hue and stood from his chair and summoned forth two fiery angels. These two fiery angels were of his creation and only he could summon them, they were humanoids with wings protruding from their spines and were literally made of fire.

The fiery angels burned but they were silent and stood steadfast. The two angels flew in front of the bowing accused and then turned towards their master.

"I give you one last chance! You now have my angels, command them as you please, and angels, I command you to follow whatever she says. You will use this angel and your believers to crush these menace from another world, this is your last chance!" He commanded.

The accused quickly stood after the Godfather finished speaking and bowed once more before running off with the angels behind her. She was now desperate and afraid, she was afraid of getting expelled from the Council, the Council she dreamed the rest of her existence to join.

She was the goddess Blue, the Blue Goddess of the Fax Religion.

She needed to exterminate the demons from the other world, the world they long have forgotten. The past seemed to be finally catching up to them, to pay them back. But there was no time to think that the people from the past whom they helped destroy would just come in their world to destroy them! no! there was no time.

She needed to eliminate them, push them back to their world! Whatever it takes.

As she exited the grand colosseum suspended in the sky, she was hailed by another goddess who descended from her white floating Pavillion. Her angels were dazzling and opened the doors to her pavilion and she walked out.

She wore a long snow-white gown that fluttered against the wind which only blew around her, she pulled back the cloak covering her snow-white face revealing to the accused her long pointed ears, firm lips, and a fair complexion. Her eyes dazzled like the stars and her hair was a pure white.

She was the Goddess White. Goddess Blue's oldest sister.

The Goddess White loved Blue but Blue, although secretly adored and loved her sister, was extremely jealous of her sister's reputation among the deities. One of the reasons she aspired to become a Council member was to make a name for herself that would be on equal footing with White.

Now, her reputation was worse than the demon lord. She had failed multiple times to stop the otherworlders from further breaching their homeworld and thus, created a rift between the fabric of space and time.

If this was to continue, not only would the otherworlders shake and most likely cause chaos to the world but may summon the abominabals they have long sealed. It was a crisis, a crisis she was failing to avert. If she failed her last chance, she will be stripped of her position and sent to the mortal world as an "outcast" a caste of deities who were no longer considered part of the "divine".

White slowly floated towards her sister who refused to lay eyes upon her. She smiled and opened her fan she was holding and flapped it.

"Dear Sister, would you like me to help you?" White asked in a way so appealing and warm that it was enough to make her jealous sister almost immediately say 'yes'. But her sister was stubborn, and it was against her vow to ask aide from another deity to accomplish a mission for complete qualifications for the Council.

Blue reluctantly shrugged her off despite how tempting White was.

"Dear Sister, how can I prove myself worthy against you if I fail to accomplish this one meager task?" She replied all high and mighty.

White giggled and placed her fan over her lips.

"Sister, you need not to lie to your older sibling, I know you are troubled and judging from your eyes alone, you cried yet again," She pointed out and went back to flapping her fan.

"Tsk," Embarrassed, Blue could only turn her back against White and walked away.

Although White had good intentions, she knew Blue was a lost cause. Seeing Blue disappear from the coliseum's premises, she went back to her Pavillion and headed off to visit her religion down below.

Blue was speeding through the sky followed by the two fiery angels which were made to follow her. The three were seen as shooting stars from the ground and the people who saw them looked in awe, some preached that they were a sign of good fortune, a blessing to come while others said otherwise and spread the word of a bad omen.

The goddess had a plan, a plan she never thought she'd use unless under the direst of circ.u.mstances. She was in a dire situation and for her, it only seemed right to finally use her final trump card. Her blessing failed and assimilations defeated, it was up to her to directly lead the charge against the otherworlders.

Her trump card was simple, by using her divine status and the Fax Religion who worsh.i.p.s her the most, she will lead the believers in a crusade against the otherworlders. This idea was full-proof in her mind and she was happy with it. She could utilize an army of millions and completely eradicate any opposition, even those from another world who have proven powerful thus far.

She would first need to meet the remaining leaders of the Freetan Theocracy, with their help, they can unite the entirety of the Fax Religion and launch her most wanted crusade. The crusade would be one of the biggest since the start of the current era, a crusade where the oldest and youngest of men will participate.

Sure, there were rules set by the high gods and goddesses concerning morality and the rights of living beings but there was no rule on how to handle crusades, she can launch wave after wave of massacres and genocides under the guise of this crusade.

She knew she will lose hundreds of thousands of followers when they go against the otherworlders, but she thought to herself.

"A small price to pay"

The prelude of the new era was nigh. While she sharpened her blades and bolstered her magic, the enemy...

Was studying how to cook pancakes.