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In love. In time. In space.
I exist as dust swirling in the midnight breeze.
In death. In eternity. In nothing.
The memory of my soul rests amidst the sea of stars.
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Void’s Lodge (#2)
Vesaia was sitting in his usual place, drinking his coffee and reading a newspaper that he got from god knows where. I looked upon the otherwise empty inn and couldn’t help but let out a relieved sigh. A calm day to relax and wind down is exactly what I needed after that party the dust nymphs threw yesterday. From the name you can probably already imagine that the cleaning afterwards was not a fun time.
Just as I was getting ready to brew myself a warm tea and close shop for the day I heard the one noise I dreaded most of all. The front door opened with a slight creak and from it emerged a figure wreathed in a robe of golden flames. An oppressive aura followed the figure and my expression instantly soured. Only newly ascended gods made such an exaggerated display of power and grandeur, and let me tell you, newbies make for the worst customers; they believe they’re the grandest existences in the universe and that everyone should bow down before them. As if he read my thoughts and was trying to confirm my suspicions, a deep voice resounded through the room, shaking the glasses hanging at the top of the bar, “So this is the famous Void’s Lodge, it doesn’t seem that impressive,” he turned his face towards me and continued speaking with an even more arrogant tone: “Are you the owner? You should be honored that I, Atmos, the God of Fire, have blessed this run-down place with my presence.”
I resisted the strong urge to vomit and put on my fakest fawning expression, I wanted to get this over with as quick as possible: “Welcome to my humble establishment oh your great Majesty! How may I be of help today? Would you like to order something to drink or stay for the night?”
Atmos had made his way to the barstools by this point and sat down right in front of me. He seemed pleased enough with my admiring expression and didn’t seem to notice the sarcasm that was seeping from it. His expression turned even more arrogant somehow and he dismissively spoke while flicking his hand: “I won’t stay in this shabby place for long, but I’ll drink something since you have pleased me with your behavior. Give me your most expensive drink.” I was briefly stunned at this bold request, before speaking with a flat and indifferent tone: “You can’t afford that.”
Atmos seemed to find this funny as he replied laughingly: “There isn’t anything in the universe I can’t afford so just go ahead and serve me, mortal.”
I saw that I wouldn’t be able to change his mind so I turned my attention to the bar and started making what the ��fire lord” asked for. Our conversation had caught the attention of Vesaia, who was now looking at Atmos with a mixture of pity and schadenfreude.
Before long, I presented a glass filled with a glowing liquid that shifted between all the colors of the rainbow. On top it was decorated with a slice of lemon that looked like it was made of diamonds. Atmos was completely mesmerized by the cocktail and he slowly began to reach out to grab it but he abruptly froze mid-motion when he heard me talk: “Here you go. That’ll be three Ashtari tears or something of similar worth for the Ying-Yang Cocktail.”
His whole visage contorted in shock and his voice boomed and shook the whole building: “Are you trying to scam me?! I could buy an entire quadrant of the universe for three Ashtari tears and you’re telling me a stupid drink is worth that much?”
I had already expected that reaction so I just calmly began explaining: “This cocktail is made by mixing a drop of Creation, a drop of Destruction, the ashes of a five-colored phoenix and the distilled essences of both a Sun and Moon beast together with the blood of twenty Water Gods. Oh, the lemon on top is a complimentary gift I once got from Persephone so I’m not even charging you for that. Do you still think it’s too expensive?”
The arrogant Fire God had already lost all his previous composure and now just sat slumped down in his chair. At least he was smart enough to not try and escape. Since he already seemed to have accepted his situation I didn’t drag this out any longer and presented him with a piece of paper.
“I know you don’t have any money to pay but I already made the cocktail so you’ll have to drink it and sign this contract. With the boost of the cocktail you should be powerful enough to hunt down some decent ingredients so you’ll be able to pay back this debt in no time. 10 thousand years tops!”
I imagine that at this moment my smile must have been more scary than the devil for this poor guy, but he nevertheless signed the document and sealed the deal with his blood before gulping down the cocktail that had cost him his freedom. And so, Atmos, a God that was revered by billions of people back in his home planet, became a simple employee of the Void’s Lodge.
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Void’s Lodge (#1)
The universe is truly vast.
Endless expanses of silence and darkness with the occasional star or planet to lighten up the scenery. But for the average person travelling through the universe, the landscape they will become most familiar with is a wide nothingness, brightened only by the specks of starlight in the distant background.
So, it is indeed most surprising that here, in one of the many empty spots between galaxies, a small unassuming inn is floating carelessly amidst a cloud of space dust. A soft light emanates from the windows, beckoning travelers to approach and relish in the warmth that is oh so often absent in this cruel universe. Right above the main entrance, a sign hewn out of a beautiful mahogany wood displays the name of this peculiar establishment, “Void’s Lodge”.
Not many know of this place, seeing that the only way to find it is pure and utter luck. Even if someone tells you the exact coordinates, you’re still not guaranteed to chance upon it. One thing is certain at least; if you are indeed so fated as to find this place, then you may pride yourself in belonging to one, if not the most exclusive group in this universe.
Whether you are a God, a mortal or an entity beyond description, I truly wish that one day, I’ll have the pleasure to pour you a drink while you tell me your story.
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