[h3]Madness? This is war![/h3]

[h2]Golkai[/h2]

He grinned widely when he heard the familiar voice of Desious, a voice he had not heard in a long time but he would recognize that voice anywhere.


[b][color=0054a6]"Yo! Desious! Thanks for that great exile! Had alot of fun wars thanks to you! But you really ought to ask first!"
[/color][/b] Golkai collected himself as best as he could while his army was fighting all around him, even throwing one of his soldiers out of the way as he commanded the chariot he was in to move closer to Desious. 

[b][color=0054a6]"Oh yeah and I'm working on solving this.. uh.. madness."
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He pointed casually to the sky being lit on fire by all the fighting going around. [color=0054a6]"Oh and by the-"[/color] Golkai would not finish the sentence as he was interupted.


[h3]Nothing will ever be the same again...[/h3]

[h2]Delthrael[/h2]

The voice of Desious. A voice not forgotten. An act not forgiven. Upon hearing it Delthrael looked to Cyl before flinging himself out of the earth and stone made bubble he had formed for them. He flew upwards and spread his demonic looking wings wide before he took quick flight towards Desious. He had to get to him fast. Before Amos would do what Delthrael suspected he would do.

Delthrael landed with a shadowy-like a distance away from the god of death before he took his sword out of it's wrappings and gripped it. 

[b][color=aba000]"It has been a long time, Desious. It is however time for you to rest for a change. The world has spun on the same spot long enough with your meddling. The one which brought on this madness was none other than you. But you alone be not enough to stop it now."
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The steps the lord of change took forwards were steady and filled with determination. 

[b][color=aba000]"I am here to relieve you of duty before you are exiled the same way we were. Hand over the Shepard's hook and your domain over the mortal lives to me." [/color][/b] Delthrael reached out his free hand towards Desious. 

[b][color=aba000]"If you refuse then you shall doom the people of this world, living or dead. But also bring great change to our pantheon."[/color][/b]

The god of death was powerful certainly, he was experienced and capable. But the world needed change. It was already changing. It was inevitable and unavoidable. If Delthrael would not strip Desious of his domain over the dead then Amos might just end his existance alltogether. Dooming every mortal life in the process and spark a war of the gods unlike any other where the only real winner would be those seeking an empty void for existance.

[b][color=aba000]"Either you'll hand it all over willingly or I will hew it from your flesh..."[/color][/b]


[h3]Flight or fight?[/h3]

[h2]Galviere[/h2]


The trip on the plane was long and worrisome. Galviere was uneasy and pondering if she would arrive too late. She felt as if something terrible was about to happen. She could only hope that the gods would be reasonable, but knowing quite a few of them that may be too much wishful thinking. Looking outside of the airplane window she could see the land below, how it had changed during the time of their exile.

How it had go forwards, but all the terrible wars and horrors the humans could do, they were also doing much good. New things were created, something she found impressive. That these mortals who lacked their powers were able to do all this during their short lifetimes.

She pondered for a moment on her own existance, how many human lifetimes had she really lived and now experienced? She had met so many different people most of which had been dead for very long. She had tried to keep a distance but ultimately found it difficult, she wanted to aid people but feeling them relying too much on her or thinking she could solve everyhthing had worn her out.


All that mattered now was to get to Desious and then go back to their home. They could all return home. It had been such a long time since she had seen it. She wondered if she would ever see it again. Home. A thing she had sought a long time on the earth. There was one time she could remember she felt at home for a brief time with the mortal man Verdock whom she had a child with.

But fate works in mysterious ways, even more so with the one having command over it had been exiled aswell. She felt bad about leaving the mortal man those years ago and those attachments she had on earth. But it was for the better of them both, the child and also the others of the world. Two healers in one place was not optimal.


Verdock was no longer alive though. She knew that. Word spreads quicker than some might believe. Galviere pondered where her son would be now? Had he followed in the tracks of his father? If so he was going to be a good man indeed. Then came the thought. If she could speak with Desious. Maybe he could bring Verdock back alive. It was a selfish demand though, and one which would be odd for her to ask. She who gave aid to others but never asked for anything herself.

Had this exile made her more or less of a goddess? Were she becoming more mortal than she had first thought?

She crossed her arms and looked out of the window. Soon she would arrive to the place where the bell had been heard.

[b][color=f6989d]"Aid is on the way."[/color][/b]