Walliver
Two Thousand Club
Why am I still alive?
It was a question Jou had often asked himself. Why was he alive when all he did was kill everything he touched? Well, everything that wasn’t already dead or immortal. He laid there, among the black sheets of his four poster bed, staring at nothing in particular. It wasn’t like there wasn’t anything for him to live for. Jou glanced at the picture frame on his nightstand. The two deities he could tolerate were smiling back at him. Yeah, he had something to live for, but living was hard.
Jou swung his legs over the side of his bed, stretching into a loud yawn. “Alright, time to get the day started.” he shrugged, walking over to his closet. “Pretty sure we have some dumb ‘Meeting of the Gods’ again.” Jou grumbled, pulling out various articles of clothing.
After getting dressed, he headed downstairs to one of the many shared spaces in the compound. There was a kitchen on the left, a TV room on the right, and a dining room right in the middle. He could smell something cooking and groaned. Great, we have to deal with people. Could be worse. Could be-
“Hey, Jou.”
Oh shit.
