Parlay for Peace?

Glinda’s sword glowed brightly with arcane runes.

“I am Freya the former Norse Goddess of Beauty, Fertility, and War. You stand in my territory. The Land of the Los Angeles Life Coven,” Glinda bellowed raising into the sky with rainbow wings.

“Do you seek to ‘Enslave’ me like my friends? Or are you more than just a DICK with a pregnancy fetish?” Freya asked pointing her runic blade at Luke.

Luke watched Freya hover with her rainbow wings. They were beautiful.

“Shit,” Luke thought as the gravity of the situation hit him.

At that moment Luke consider running away (by dispelling his avatar), but he didn’t want to leave Loki and Athena behind.

Freya frowned as she eyed the three Demi-gods before her: Loki, Athena, and Luke. Loki was magically bound to not fight for Luke for the next few hours. Athena could fight for Luke ... but was clearly shaken by her transformation. Athena didn’t meet Freya’s gaze, clearly embarrassed by her new heavily pregnant figure. Freya turned her focus completely onto Luke (the only threat present). He was the lucky SOB that kept winning.

“Surprised this idiot keeps growing stronger … the Arbiter must be supporting him at every turn,” Freya thought angrily.

During this time, Luke’s mind raced. He needed a peaceful solution, or this would get bloody.

“Parlay!” Luke said.

Freya narrowed her eyes annoyed.

“Parlay!” Luke shouted magically so everyone could hear.

Freya rolled her eyes.

“He thinks he has something to gain from talking … All I want is his head on a spike. Fuck the other gods and their schemes,” Freya thought gripping her sword in annoyance.

Luke stepped forward clearing his throat.

“Freya, known as Glinda the Good, Leader of the Los Angeles Life Coven. I wish to speak. We both have much to lose and to gain,” Luke shouted while summoning the spear ‘Gungnir’ to his hand.

Freya eyed the legendary spear, before scanning her forces, her pride, and joy. The World’s largest and best Sorcerer Coven.

“It took countless lives to build this coven. … The Gods of this world sent Luke to control me. … Am I ready to fight against the world? … Fine, let’s see if the fool has any wisdom … before I kill him and prepare for war,” Freya thought to herself.

Freya floated back down to the ground.

Crack!

A table with two chairs appeared in the wooded clearing. The moment Luke looked at the table, he saw a second Freya avatar manifest in a chair.

“Take a seat, Mr. Smith … The table is perfectly safe, but feel free to use a proxy” the second Freya said pointing to the opposite chair.

“Okay Luke … let’s see if you have any luck left,” Luke thought summoning another avatar.

“One moment,” Freya said activating a ‘Superior Privacy Bubble’.

Luke’s seated avatar was cut off from his other avatar’s thoughts.

“Nice spell,” Luke said eyeing the opaque **** field.

“Let us begin this “Parlay” … But, let’s establish the facts first. I am the leader of the Largest magical **** on Earth. The other Demi-gods fear me and mine. …. But they also fear you. They fear what you can do as a Divine Level Jinn-Binder. So instead of attacking us directly … they have pitted you against me,” Freya said staring at Luke.

“I never wanted to become the ‘Divine Jailor’. They **** that job on me. If I didn’t, they would have attacked my coven,” Luke said defensively.

“Did you ever consider your position? The other Gods couldn’t have attacked you on the grounds of your abilities. The Arbiter blessed you with Godhood, knowing you had the ‘Jinn Binder’ soul mutation. The other Demi-Gods would have risked the Arbiter’s wrath by attacking you without cause,” Freya said smoothly before …

Bang!

Freya slammed the table with her fist.

“You agreed to be their “Slaver”. Did you ask the Arbiter for guidance before accepting the ‘Divine Jailor’ job? Did you ask the Arbiter for guidance on whom you should ‘Soul-Link’? … No, you didn’t! You were scared into following their orders,” Freya said before taking a breath to calm herself.

“Wait a minute, how was I to know they were going to vote you as one of the greatest threats? I agreed to the job, to gain the protection of the assembly, and to only ‘Soul-Link’ evil gods for the greater good,” Luke said trying to stay calm.

“For the greater good? … who’s good? Mr. Jailor, you clearly won the favor of Odin for ‘Soul-Linking’ Loki. But … do you really think my actions as leader of the LA Life Coven are the same as Loki the Backstabbing ‘Norse God of Tricksters’ or Eris the ‘Greek Goddess of Strife and Discord’? You are blindly following the orders of the other Demi-Gods. Did you ever consider how you were going to ‘Soul-Link’ me?I am not chained to a rock like Loki?” Freya said hotly.

Luke was silent.

“What Demi-god would willingly bind their fate with yours? You are a child who only cares about fucking. Most gods would rather run or die than fall victim to your enslavement,” Freya said before glancing in Athena’s direction.

“I was surprised you got Athena. I was shocked when the ‘Arbiter’ returned Athena’s womb. But you won’t find fighting me that easy. I won’t be foolish enough to invoke the ‘Arbiter’s power, break a promise to him, and then talk back to him the ‘Lord of All’,” Freya said looking back to Luke.

Luke sat silently as he reconsidered his actions in light of Freya’s words.

“So?” Freya said tapping a finger on the table.

“The other Gods consider me a threat … fine. But has anyone proven my actions as evil? Has the Arbiter stopped me? No! So … what am I to do when you are sent to “Enslave” me? … All I have done is executed my right to remove your small Hostile coven from My coven’s territory. Tell me Mr. Jailor, what do you hope to achieve with this parlay? What will stop me from taking your head to free my friends, Aphrodite and Athena from your enslavement,” Freya said smoothly.

Coming to a decision, Luke stood up and bowed his head.

“Please forgive my past mistakes. I am new to power and have yet to master it. What can I do to make things right between us?” Luke asked not looking up.