Part 2
Vordea's story continued for hours and hours, until she finally finished. Leaning back, she surveyed the other Gods, looking for their reaction.
"Why didn't you tell it directly?" Vaust was the first to ask a question, after some silence.
"Many reasons, that I won't share." Vordea answered, slightly disappointed in Vaust. She thought he would understand. "I expected better of you, Vaust."
"No, I think I understand." Vaust quickly added. "Apprentice and Master, so different and yet so similar."
"Hmm?" Xellma asked.
"Sirene and Eigengrau are so much alike, despite being so different. Both resented the roles they had to play, but still gave it their all." Vaust answered, smiling. "I never knew of this binding spell on Eigengrau, though."
"I don't know if it actually exists or if it's just her stubborn personality." Vordea admitted. "But when she snaps, she snaps hard."
"When's the last time she was like this?" Sargon asked.
"Why, you'd have to go back to before the War in Heaven!" Vordea said, herself astonished with the answer. "But make no mistake, Godlings." Vordea said, her tone changing quite suddenly. "Eigengrau is just as capable as I am at ending an entire kalpa. She's done it hundreds of times."
"H-hundreds?" Sargon stammered. "Just how old are you two?"
Vordea smiled in response, and shook her head. "Next question."
"Hang on, we know from Eigengrau that the War in Heaven was caused by your despair from cutting short mortal lives." Vaust said, standing up.
"Correct."
"So you're telling us Eigengrau has ended a kalpa early hundreds of times?"
"Correct."
Vaust sighed. "Does she suffer no effects?"
"Eigen the Hunter grows with power for every kalpa she consumes." Vordea stated plainly. "Ultimately, she sees mortal souls as little more than fuel for her divine fire, which rages like an inferno. She's a lot deeper than she lets on, but it's mostly death and murder under the surface. Especially murder."
"Murder? Really?" Sargon asked, surprised.
"Every serial killer that has ever lived has been poisoned with the whispers of the Death God." Vordea answered, looking directly at Sargon. "She's my best friend and I love her dearly, but she's still the Goddess of Death. Don't expect Eigengrau to not be death."
"Isn't that direct interference?" Zalas asked.
"Quite the opposite. Eigengrau is not the hand that holds the blade or casts the spell." Vordea replied, to which Agbus nodded. Vordea then clapped her hands and a chalkboard appeared in front of her, and proceeded to start drawing.
"What are you doing?" Sargon asked, but Vordea ignored him.
Vordea spent nearly an hour on an elaborate drawing on the chalkboard. She was drawing the sigils of every God that Eigengrau had ever extinguished. Then she started drawing the sigils of the Gods she killed during the War in Heaven. They weren't painful memories, until she got to the Primal whose death started it all. Idar, the God of Hell.
"Idar... I'm sorry." Vordea whispered as she drew his sigil in perfect detail, in the exact order he always drew it.
"What are these?" Vaust asked as he observed all the drawings on the chalkboard, along with Sargon and Zalas.
"Gravestones." Sargon answered. "They're all divine sigils aren't they, Vordea?"
"These aren't even a fraction of the Gods that Mira simply destroyed during the War in Heaven." Vordea answered, deflecting.
"Why are you telling us all of this?" Zalas asked. "It's like you're trying to convince us to kill her."
"Because I like all of you. For the first time in a long time, you are Gods I want to see continue to thrive." Vordea said, gesturing at the sigils on the chalkboard. "You all figured out how to avoid my wrath quite early on, but with the exception of Vaust, none of you know how to avoid Eigengrau's. Sargon, Zalas, Xellma, you need to learn how she thinks to avoid an unpleasant end, hence this discussion."
"I did?" Vaust asked.
"Of course. I see the eyes you two constantly make at each other. She does love you, just keep trying." Vordea said, oblivious to the fact that in a mere 30 years she would be proven quite right. "As for the rest of you, Sargon is in the most danger."
"Me?" Sargon asked, confused.
"The path not walked." Vordea said, shaking her head. "Remember the argument in the Inn, a few decades ago?"
"About the cure for vampirism?" Vaust asked, to which Vordea nodded. "The two of you became quite unhinged, you especially,