War. It had crept into the mind of the God for centuries now. How it used to rule the earth with its havoc and chaos. Men, women, and children were all killed. None of them spared. Non of them higher then the rest when it came to war. Now as he dreamed of his past years on earth, banished to the realm of the motals by the orther Gods and Goddesses. For they feared he wished to start another war. Pitiless fools. They sent him to a real of greed and lust. The two many things to start a war. But Charon wouldn't let them know that. Oh no. He wished to keep it to himself.
Awaking hours later in the cheap hotel room he ha walked into earlier. Tired from exhaustion. Paying wasn't part of the deal. He was a God adn would be treated as such. Standing to be 6'7 not many argued with him or told him no. For war was his specilty, and he would exersize that specilty should he be threatened. But he was a fair game player. You moved against Charon first. He came back with a stronger army then you, but atleast you got one shot in the fight; right? For your sake, lets hope you made it a good one.
Many hours past as Charon sat in his room, growing bored with himself he went to venture out into the world he saw and knew it from a baby. The world around him was evolving, more technology and different races being made by the people whom mingled outside of their races. He didn't care, it was not his job to keep them in line. Only to watch over them adn make sure the ones who prayed to him in the time of battle, won. That was his duty. But now as he blended in with the crowd, Charon had on a pair of dark faded jeans, a black shirt and a pair of combat boots on. His leather jacket snug on his shoulders and the rest of hos torso. He looked like a misfit, and thats how he wanted it. No one bothered him that way. And he steered clear of people and Charon walked down the sidewalk.
Growing hungry the god spotted a restarunt, deciding to take a peek inside he walked through the doors. It was nice inside. Tables as far as one could see. A waitress came and lead him to a seat as she asked what kind of drink he would like,"I would like a glass of water please." The female walked off to retreive his choice of drink. Charon sat there and waited, looking around the restaurant was half empty. God, less people to bother him then. Looking down at the menu he selected what he wanted for his meal. A steak with a bakes potato on the side. Looking up as the waitres came back he gave her his order, he would be waiting thirty minutes to get it. Oh well, it is a good thing he wasn't completely starving. So Charon sat in silent as he watched the people around him and drank his water.
Awaking hours later in the cheap hotel room he ha walked into earlier. Tired from exhaustion. Paying wasn't part of the deal. He was a God adn would be treated as such. Standing to be 6'7 not many argued with him or told him no. For war was his specilty, and he would exersize that specilty should he be threatened. But he was a fair game player. You moved against Charon first. He came back with a stronger army then you, but atleast you got one shot in the fight; right? For your sake, lets hope you made it a good one.
Many hours past as Charon sat in his room, growing bored with himself he went to venture out into the world he saw and knew it from a baby. The world around him was evolving, more technology and different races being made by the people whom mingled outside of their races. He didn't care, it was not his job to keep them in line. Only to watch over them adn make sure the ones who prayed to him in the time of battle, won. That was his duty. But now as he blended in with the crowd, Charon had on a pair of dark faded jeans, a black shirt and a pair of combat boots on. His leather jacket snug on his shoulders and the rest of hos torso. He looked like a misfit, and thats how he wanted it. No one bothered him that way. And he steered clear of people and Charon walked down the sidewalk.
Growing hungry the god spotted a restarunt, deciding to take a peek inside he walked through the doors. It was nice inside. Tables as far as one could see. A waitress came and lead him to a seat as she asked what kind of drink he would like,"I would like a glass of water please." The female walked off to retreive his choice of drink. Charon sat there and waited, looking around the restaurant was half empty. God, less people to bother him then. Looking down at the menu he selected what he wanted for his meal. A steak with a bakes potato on the side. Looking up as the waitres came back he gave her his order, he would be waiting thirty minutes to get it. Oh well, it is a good thing he wasn't completely starving. So Charon sat in silent as he watched the people around him and drank his water.