"That it has yet another ultimate plan, one in which you play a major role. Always changing, always moving, and never dependable. Understatement! The Akasha was the very essence of the universe itself, the stuff from which immortal and mortal sprung.
"The Akasha is unpredictable," the blue replied. "But how is it you suddenly want to make me a god, after eons of stepping on me." "There is nothing I want more." He remained skeptical. Loki stuttered, he spat, his tongue twisted. "Loki, would it please you to be given full deity status?" "Am I in for a reprimand again? 'Cause if I am, let's dispense with the social formalities, and get on with it." "All right, look," Loki said, waving his arms. The chamber was filled with light and pinkish streaks bounced off the walls. Normally the doors into The Presence could not be opened, but Loki pushed them as though they were only air, and found himself in The Presence. Was he Loki or not? He may be punished again, but he was not without recourse. His eyes, deep brown behind the dark markings that surrounded them, twinkled merrily. Was The Presence aspiring to avenge a past grudge? He shivered at the thought of another century in instruction.
He couldn't imagine what The Presence wanted with him now! He'd only recently been released from instruction, and hadn't as yet done anything. Loki continued toward the large double doors. He'd had to spend a century with Ahriman, in instruction, stripped of his demigod status. The last time the demi-god of doom, chaos, mischief and revenge had been summoned to The Presence, he had been reprimanded severely for going overboard with his power. Fifty more yards, and he would be in The Presence. His black boots clicked against the marble floor as he turned onto the main hallway of Asgard.
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