The Ragan nation, a powerful and ruthless empire, had long been expanding its dominion over the surrounding lands. One of its most recent conquests was a small, defenseless nation that had been left vulnerable by the absence of the Olympian gods' protection. The Ragan nation had swooped in, claiming the nation as its own and subjugating its people.
Indras, the cunning and ambitious leader of the Ragan nation, sat on his throne, his eyes fixed on some distant point beyond the horizon. He was a man consumed by his own ambition, driven by a desire for power and dominance that knew no bounds.
As he sat there, lost in thought, Indras was suddenly struck by a vision. He saw the Olympian gods, those mighty deities who had long protected the nations of the world, discovering the Ragan nation's whereabouts and descending upon them with wrath and vengeance.
The vision was vivid and terrifying, and Indras knew that it was a portent of things to come. He knew that the Ragan nation, as powerful as it was, could not hope to stand against the might of the Olympian gods. Not yet, at least.
Indras rose from his throne, his face set in a determined expression. He summoned his two most trusted advisors, Aragon and Rodile, to his chambers.
"We must acquire more power," Indras told them, his voice low and urgent. "We must become strong enough to oppose the Olympian gods themselves, or risk being destroyed by them."
Aragon and Rodile exchanged a skeptical glance, but Indras pressed on, his eyes burning with conviction.
"I have seen it," he said. "I have seen the gods coming for us, and I know that we cannot defeat them as we are. But with enough power, with enough strength and cunning, I believe that we can overcome even the gods themselves."
Aragon and Rodile looked at each other, and then back at Indras. They knew that their leader was a man of great vision and ambition, and they also knew that he would stop at nothing to achieve his goals. They nodded, their faces set in determined expressions.
"We will do it," Aragon said. "We will acquire the power we need to oppose the gods."
Indras smiled, his eyes glinting with triumph.
"I knew I could count on you," he said. "Together, we will achieve greatness. Together, we will defy the gods themselves."
Aragon, with a reassuring smile, approached Indras and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Do not worry, my king," he said. "I will take care of this. I will meet with Agrus in his temple and seek his counsel on how we can grow stronger."
Indras's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing. "Be careful, Aragon. Agrus is a powerful sorcerer, but he is also unpredictable. We cannot afford to have him turn against us."
Aragon nodded, his expression serious. "I understand, my king. I will be cautious. But I must ask, have you considered the true nature of our problem? We are not just fighting for power, we are fighting for our very lives. Zeus and the Olympian gods will not hesitate to strike us down if they discover our plans."
Indras's face darkened, his eyes flashing with anger. "I am well aware of the risks, Aragon. But what choice do we have? We have been forced to live in the shadows, always looking over our shoulders, waiting for the day when Zeus will come for us. I will not live in fear forever. I will take action, and I will ensure that we are prepared to face whatever challenges come our way."
Aragon nodded in agreement. "I share your sentiments, my king. And I believe that Agrus can help us. He has knowledge and power that could be invaluable to our cause. I will go to him, and I will do everything in my power to ensure that we emerge from this situation stronger and more powerful than ever."
With a determined look on his face, Aragon turned and departed, leaving Indras to his thoughts. The king's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with the possibilities. He knew that the road ahead would be fraught with danger, but he was willing to take the risk. For he knew that the only way to truly live was to be free from the fear of Zeus and the Olympian gods.
Agrus, a powerful sorcerer the god of wisdom and one of the 17 gods, sat in his dimly lit chamber, surrounded by shelves of ancient tomes and strange artifacts. He was a master of the dark arts, and his knowledge of the forbidden was unmatched.
As he rummaged through a dusty shelf, his fingers stumbled upon a tattered, black leather-bound book. The cover was adorned with strange symbols and markings that seemed to shift and writhe in the flickering candlelight.
Agrus's eyes widened as he opened the book, revealing pages filled with forbidden knowledge. The book was a grimoire, a manual of black magic, and it contained the secrets of summoning a devil.
Agrus's eyes gleamed with excitement as he read through the pages, his mind racing with the possibilities. He knew that this knowledge was too powerful to keep to himself, and he decided to share it with the other 16 gods.
Aragon, who had been waiting for Agrus's return, was the first to be presented with the grimoire. His eyes scanned the pages, and his face lit up with a mixture of awe and trepidation.
"This is it," Aragon said, his voice barely above a whisper. "This is the key to our survival. With this knowledge, we can summon a devil and gain the power we need to defy Zeus and the Olympian gods."
Agrus nodded in agreement. "But we must be careful. Summoning a devil is a perilous task, and we risk losing everything if we fail."
Aragon's eyes gleamed with determination. "I am willing to take that risk. I will lead the ritual and ensure that we succeed."
The other gods, who had been watching the exchange, nodded in agreement. They knew that Aragon was the only one among them who had the courage and the determination to see this through.
With the grimoire in hand, the gods began to make preparations for the ritual. They knew that this was a turning point in their history, and they were determined to emerge victorious.
The 17 gods, led by Aragon, gathered in a secret underground chamber, surrounded by candles, strange artifacts, and ancient symbols of dark magic. The air was thick with anticipation and a hint of fear as they prepared to perform the ritual.
Agrus, holding the grimoire, began to read from its pages, his voice low and hypnotic. The words of the incantation echoed through the chamber, summoning forth a power that had lain dormant for centuries.
As the ritual reached its climax, a bright light filled the chamber, and the air seemed to distort and ripple. The gods shielded their eyes, waiting for the light to fade.
When it did, they beheld a figure standing before them. He was dressed in a tailored business suit, complete with a crisp white shirt and a tie. His eyes gleamed with a malevolent intelligence, and a sly smile spread across his face.
"Ah, welcome, gentlemen," he said, his voice smooth and charismatic. "I am Lucifer, at your service. Or, rather, at your beck and call."
The gods exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of what to make of this... creature. Aragon stepped forward, his eyes locked on Lucifer's.
"We have summoned you, Lucifer," Aragon said, his voice firm. "We seek your power and your guidance. We wish to defy Zeus and the Olympian gods, and we believe that you can help us achieve our goal."
Lucifer chuckled, a low, menacing sound. "Ah, how delightful. You want to defy the gods, do you? Well, I must say, I'm intrigued. Very well, I shall help you. But be warned, gentlemen, my assistance comes at a steep price. Are you prepared to pay it?"
The gods hesitated, unsure of what to say. But Aragon, his eyes burning with determination, nodded.
"We are prepared to pay any price," he said. "We will do whatever it takes to achieve our goal."
Lucifer's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with malevolent glee.
"Excellent," he said. "Then let us begin. Together, we shall unleash a terror upon the world, a terror that will shake the very foundations of Olympus itself.
Aragon stepped forward, his eyes locked on Lucifer's, and spoke in a clear, determined voice. "We request your power, Lucifer. We wish to oppose the Olympian gods, to defy their authority and claim our rightful place among the pantheon."
Lucifer's expression changed, his smile growing wider as he let out a low, mocking laugh. "Ah, is that all?" he asked, his voice dripping with amusement. "You want to oppose the gods? Ha! That's cute. You think you can take on the mighty Olympians and win?"
Aragon's face remained set, his determination unwavering. "We are willing to do whatever it takes to achieve our goal," he repeated.
Lucifer's laughter grew louder, more mocking. "Oh, I love your spirit," he said, wiping tears from his eyes. "Very well, I shall grant you my power. But don't think for a moment that you can wield it as well as I can."
With a flourish, Lucifer drew a small, ornate dagger from his pocket and sliced open his wrist. A stream of dark, crimson blood flowed from the wound, and Lucifer caught it in a small, golden bowl.
"Drink this," he said, offering the bowl to Aragon. "Drink my blood, and you shall be granted a portion of my power."
Aragon hesitated for a moment, his eyes fixed on the bowl. Then, with a deep breath, he raised the bowl to his lips and drank.
As the blood touched his lips, Aragon felt a surge of energy course through his veins. He felt his strength and power increase, his senses heighten. He knew that he had been granted a portion of Lucifer's power, and he felt a sense of exhilaration and wonder.
Lucifer watched him, a smile still playing on his lips. "You should feel honored," he said. "You have been granted a portion of my power, a power that surpasses that of the Olympian gods. I am the Morning Star, the Bringer of Light. I am the one who will bring about a new era, an era in which the Olympian gods will be cast down and I will reign supreme."
Aragon's eyes widened as he listened to Lucifer's words. He felt a sense of awe and wonder at the sheer scope of Lucifer's ambition. He knew that he had allied himself with a being of immense power and cunning, a being who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.
As Aragon and the other gods finished drinking the blood from the bowl, Lucifer's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with a malevolent light. With a subtle gesture, he reached out and touched Aragon's forehead, his fingers tracing a intricate pattern on the god's skin.
Aragon felt a sudden jolt of energy, a sensation like a spark of electricity had been ignited within him. He looked up at Lucifer, his eyes narrowing in confusion, but the Morning Star just chuckled, his voice low and menacing.
"A little something extra, my dear Aragon," Lucifer said, his eyes glinting with amusement. "A fragment of myself, planted deep within your soul. It will... enhance our partnership, shall we say."
Aragon's eyes widened in horror as he realized what Lucifer had done. He tried to speak, but his voice was frozen in his throat.
Lucifer just laughed, his voice echoing through the chamber. "Do not worry, my dear Aragon. This little gift will not harm you... yet. But it will ensure that our bond remains strong, and that you will always be... motivated to serve me."
With that, Lucifer turned and departed, leaving Aragon and the other gods staring after him in shock and awe.
As the Morning Star disappeared into the shadows, his voice echoed back through the chamber, his words dripping with anticipation.
" Previously you were gods by title now you are true gods, entertain me my dear gods. Show me your power, your cunning, your ruthlessness. I am eager to see what you are capable of... and what you will do to prove your loyalty to Hades but most especially me."