The Gods
The meeting seemed a bit more tense than usual when Vordea arrived, but she had an idea of what it was about before anyone even spoke, her lovely daughter Xellma.
"Vordea what did you create?" Sargon asked, tapping his foot on the ground.
"I'll echo that, even though I've already met her." Vaust added.
"That makes three of us. She managed to summon me to Hell. Summon me. To Hell." Eigengrau monotoned. "This cannot continued unabated."
Vordea beamed with pride when she heard the last one. She managed to use the unreality of Hell to summon a God! Oh her daughter was growing so quickly, it was beautiful. However, back to the current moment.
"Something wonderful. Something that will outstrip even the Dragon King himself in power." Vordea said in a sweet voice. "Right now she is but an infant, and must be guided and nourished correctly."
"I'll get right to the point. How did you create something so powerful?" Zalas asked, fluttering in. "The energy pouring out of Hell a couple days ago was downright ludicrous, darling."
"It felt like a new God was being born, frankly." Agbus continued. "So, please enlighten us."
"She's not a god, not yet. Not in this kalpa. Perhaps the next one." Vordea said, smiling, her her black armour melting away to reveal her black dress. "Let me ask you something, do you know how I actually create my most perfect children, the demons?"
Even Agbus wasn't actually sure of the entire process, but seeing a chance to learn a secret Vordea has jealously guarded since the first dawn, he jumped on it.
"No, actually. Even I don't know, you've guarded that secret for billions of years, darling." Agbus answered.
"Would you like to know?" Vordea asked. Seeing nods and various grunts of approval from around the room, she continued. "It starts when a mortal soul dies. As you are aware, once a soul leaves the mortal plane, it becomes my property, unless it is claimed by another primal God. At that point, the Demon King Xolarand will make the final judgement on them for the actions of their life."
"What does that entail?" Sargon asked.
"Xolarand asks them about major events in their life, be they major for themselves, or just for someone else, and demands they justify what they did. In the end, a soul is only damned if it thinks it should be. Those that are not are free to do what they wish in Hell. However."
"However?" Eigengrau asked, curious.
"If the evil in their soul is great enough, Xolarand will call for me. It is at this point the process of making a demon begins." Vordea said, smiling. "All demons are made from the souls of the evil. I don't mean someone who killed a couple people. I mean mass murderers, wicked despots, the exceptionally evil. People like the Ashen Empress, Rebecca Ashe."
"Rebecca Ashe? Really?" Sargon asked. "Her Empire was not exactly good, but I could hardly fault her methods in bringing order and justice to a lawless realm."
"Rebecca Ashe had a blackness in her heart that was blacker than black. It was like a void, a hole in reality." Vordea answered, smiling. "Making a demon is... intimate, and is different for every single one. It's like having sex for the very first time with someone you love deeply. I remake their body and soul, so that their exterior matches the evil that was in their heart all along. In this act, I become not only their lover, but their mother as well."
Vordea sighed, recalling that experience in making Xellma. She never felt anything like it before, and longed to feel it again.
"You okay?" Sargon asked, seeing Vordea spacing out with a smile on her face.
"Yes, I'm fine. What happens when they become a demon, they drink of my infinite power. The more evil in their heart, the deeper into infinity they can dive before they are pulled back out. My sweet, beautiful, perfect Xellma, she had such a blackness in her soul that she swam in my infinite power for long minutes, when the average demon spends mere seconds. As such, she is the most powerful demon I've made in a very long time, perhaps the most powerful. This also means she will be the most annoying demon I've ever made, at least for you." Vordea said, smiling dreamily the entire time. "Seeing her power, oh I'm going to keep her beyond the end. She will be mine, forever. I will take her to the next kalpa, make no mistake."
"What do you mean by that?" Vaust asked.
"At the end of time, when Vordea destroys the world and we begin again, the Primal Gods can choose which servants they wish to keep." Eigengrau answered. "I did not previously have any before the banshees, so I keep the Inner Gods that are still alive at the end."
"Her power is going to continue to grow, isn't it?" Agbus asked.
"In time, she will become the God of Hell." Vordea answered. "And I will no longer have dominion over the dead. But that will not be in this kalpa, or even in the next. She has a very long way to go for that. It will be many billions if not trillions of years yet. But I suspect after the next kalpa, she will be able to carry over without my assistance."
"The Goddess of Creation birthing the seed of a new God. Why am I not surprised?" Sargon said with a smile. "I do wish to talk to this King Xolarand, however. Who was he in life?"
"He was a wicked King in ages long past, who had a sense of justice but delighted in unreasonable punishments and trickery. He is like a gnat in power compared to my darling Demon Queen, but he is a just man."