From Cursed to a God (invite only)

Only the gods knew the reason why Takumi was chosen. Only the gods knew why Takumi of all people was special enough to take one of their places as a god of Olympus. It wasn't his abilities,
nor was it his looks, or anything superficial for that matter. It was his resolve, his sheer determination to always do what is right that made him special, the chosen vessel of the gods. Today was the day he would chose which god he would replace, and free from the burden of immortality forever. He knew who he would replace, though the gods did not. His nerves were clear to see as he stepped into the clearing deep inside spooky forest where he had been born. Thsi was where he would become a god. This is where he would cease to be mortal, cease to be a dragon slayer, and become a true god.

The short man looked nervously around the clearing, standing in the center of a circle made by the gods. Soon, but only after somebody else had arrived to witness his transformation besides the gods, the ceremony would start, and he would cease to be mortal. Deep down, Takumi wondered what his mother would think, and what Yazuki would think. Would they be proud? Would They shun him? He desperately hoped that once they knew they would accept the fact that he was now an immortal being. Or would be one soon anyhow.

Takumi wasn't alone in his curse, as the seventeen-year young male Seryth Essora had also been given to a 'curse' of being possessed by several gods deep within his body and soul. Seryth hadn't seen it as a curse- his friends had saved him from the lifestyle of a traditional Essora, and they allowed him to use their power when needed. He could talk and confide with them, perhaps one of the few things that stopped him from going insane by this point. He had decided to take a moment away from it all in this spooky forest, which was actually quite hilarious as fear didn't quite work on him the same as on others.

Having seen and heard tell of another being's presence, Seryth's usually happy features turned into an emotionless droll stare, his body flexing as he moved through the wood with a professional succession. He was deadly quiet until he reached the clearing's edge, pulling himself to a full stand as midnight orbs absorbed the appearance of the man in the clearing. Instinctively, Seryth withdrew an object and stepped closer. The young male adult could sense a divine spark in this person, he had the power of gods within him similarly to Seryth.

Standing tall at six foot high, Seryth was a young man with an attractive appearance. His long hair of midnight hue was tied back into a loose ponytail with a red cord, spiked bangs covering his forehead and frames his handsome countenance. Eyes the color of coal belie his keen wit. Seryth was well-built due to a life of training with the sword or polearm, and kept himself fit by continuing this training when he can. He tended to wear a white dress shirt with a red tie and black dress slacks with dress shoes. At times, he was seen wearing a black cloak with golden trim. He spoke in a strong italian accent. "I didn't think anyone else would be wandering around in this haunted forest. Hello, I'm Seryth... who might you be?"

”*sniff*… Crap,” the dragon spirit let out, ”I lost sight of Mura again. That mortal bastard needs to get better at sticking with us…” Out in the lost, wild forests with the spooky name ‘Spooky Forest’, quite a funny name given by its reputation, Mura had just finished a request about some ghost taking away the lives of a farmer’s chicken. Many questions were raised; why were there a farmer in the middle of Fiore’s most infamous forest, for instance. Thoe´se questions mattered not much for the shaman, though, as he clearly succeeded in chasing away the ghost, demolish it and send it back to where it belonged; in the afterlife. Now it was just time to return back to the guild and report the succeeded mission…

Talking about curse, Mura had his very own variation. The god of the Underworld touched its host and shoed its signs several times in Mura’s past life, but especially in places where death and the deceased dominated could it be felt. It was mere coincidence that the dragon ghost bumped into Takumi now that the Lightning Dragon suddenly was found wandering around the forest himself… despite not having been on a specific mission. “H-Huh? Takumi..?” Zirconis spoke up in surprise, also noticing another person from the same guild. Two Fairy Tail mages in the Spooky Forest, and given by his assumes, they weren’t on a mission. “What in the world are you two doing out here? Or rather, I don’t care that much, but have you seen Mura?” The dragon moved his eyes from side to side in order to show that he was looking for both the shaman and the samurai ghost, “Those two were about to return back to Magnolia… but they simply went lost. Imbecile bastards…”

Takumi had been standing with the gods surrounding him when the others had shown up. Two of them, to be precise. Zirconis, the dragon spirit who was often Mura's companion, and somebody Takumi did not recognize. "Hello, Zirconis" was all he said to the dragon spirit, before turning to the stranger, the gods seeming a little leery as they looked at the newcomer. Takumi looked at the newcomer, and it was if a shock had been directly delivered to his heart. It was another vessel. Slowly, he stepped forwards, eyes narrowed in confusion as the gods fell into step behind him, Apollo on his right, Poseidon on his left, and the others arranged in a loose fan formation.

"You... you are like me, aren't you? A vessel? I'm Takumi, vessel of the gods."