Part 1

Vordea kicked the door of the inn open while it was full of customers, much to the surprise of Vaust. She never came while the Inn was open. What, or rather who she was dragging behind her was even more of a surprise. It was Sargon and Zalas, and both appeared to be bound by her tentacles. The look on her face was one of sheer anger, so he knew better than to ask why this was taking place in full view.

"Eigengrau! Get your spooky butt in here!" Vordea yelled, looking up at the ceiling. "Six attempts your way didn't work, so we're doing this my way!"

"Vordea, let me go!" Sargon shouted, struggling against the black slimy tentacles that bound both him and Zalas.

"Shut up! You're responsible for this!" Vordea replied, squeezing him even tighter.

A blinding white light appeared in the doorway as Agbus made his appearance, drawn by the waves of emotions pouring off of Vordea. "Vordea what have you done?" He asked gravely.

"The only thing I could do, husband. This is happening my way." Vordea answered, her clothing shimmering between her rune covered armour and her long black dress, as if unable to decide which one it should be. "I, Vordea, the God of Creation," Vordea began, using her true title. "The Great Destroyer, the Goddess of Change, and so many other names, will make her demands against the other Gods known shortly. Know that the way is blocked and none can now leave."

The patrons of the Inn looked around and discovered the doorway was now gone, as were all the windows. The room itself was now sealed off.

"Vordea, what is going on?" Vaust asked, finally approaching her. "This is unlike you."

The patrons of the inn looked on in horror, expecting the beloved innkeeper to become a stain on the wall. Instead, the angry Goddess of Change softened her expression, before speaking with him.

"Vaust, all will become clear once Eigengrau arrives. The blood red darkness she has foreseen will not come to pass. I can feel her arriving, so just have some patience." Vordea said with a smile on her face.

"The God of Insanity. I have not seen this in a very long time." Eigengrau said, making her arrival known with thick frost, encasing all of the mortals in the inn in a layer of thick ice. "I must admit you did not try this yet." Eigengrau turned to look at the other Gods, who were looking expectantly at her. "The cure of vampirism. The Raven King made a cure. I require a drop of blood from each God, freely given, nothing more, nothing less."

"So, this is what it's all about." Vaust said, hopping up onto a table and taking a seat. "Vordea said six attempts your way didn't work, what's that all about?"

"This is the final attempt. If an agreement cannot be reached then the heavens and hells empty, and all of you die." Eigengrau stated, her monotone unwavering. “It seems Vordea has mantled her most dangerous purview in a desperate attempt to make this work.”

”Now that we’re all here I’ll begin. Eigengrau seeks a single cure for one mortal, but that won’t do at all. We will undo our mistake.”