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.