Wednesday Prompt: Even gods sleep in sometimes

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Even gods sleep in sometimes.

150 words

There is a banging at the door. ‘Go away!’ can be heard muffled from the other side, as if the voice has come from beneath a pillow.

The banging continues unabated and the knocker, a short, but tanned and muscular boy yells out ‘Wake up brother, or you will be late for the battle.’ There is a thump, and then mighty footsteps rattle their way to the door.

The door clicks and creaks open to reveal a man twelve foot tall, horns protruding from his head, veins spidering across his skin, blue against his almost opalescent skin. ‘If you are in such a hurry, I am here.’

As the identical twin brothers of war walk down the hallway to the kitchens, one 12 foot tall, the other barely 5 the world shivers in anticipation for the day's mighty combats.

139 words