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[Capxeno]

In a bright cloud of milky white light Six letters literally were created out of nothing.  In a manner that only one being could do, to four embodiments, and two kids.


Space, and Time.

Kotah and Ezael.

Love and Guardianship.


The letter was in a bright, glowing white envelope, sealed with a glittering glod wax, with Eli personal seal.

The letter itself, was a study and thick parchment, that had deep gold and red ink soaked into it as the contents of the letter itself.

"The Throne of Hell - Vacant

Position to be filled by - (the ink seemed to become a blob... the name becoming lost)

Discussion requested before preceding."

[Nisorin]

Leirra and Neirron, originally having a quiet and peaceful dinner in their home, made in a pocket dimension, were quite surprised when they saw the letter, rather unpleasantly so at that. Neirron in particular sighs, shaking his head. "Why is it, every single time I plan out something nice and romantic for you, someone has to interrupt?" He asks, more to himself than anyone in particular. Leirra simply giggles, opening the letter. "Well, it seems the 'big cheese up high' wants a chat. How long has it been, since we've seen Eli?" Neirron sighs. "Not long enough. Holier-than-thou ass. But, if we don't come, he'll probably come to us..."

[Capxeno]

With the exception of Asura all of the Embodiments when in meeting with ~Eli. For it was time to decide the heir to Hell, in terms of what hell actually is. ~Eli had someone specifically in mind, for they fit the right criteria. An interesting pair of brothers were also brought to the meeting.

"Welcome, welcome... I hope you've all enjoyed the Milk and Honey provided for this meeting."

[K2]

Many of the former rebel embodiments were uneasy. They did not much like gathering with those who had been Loyalist embodiments, and how Eli had seemingly returned from the dead, they did not know. Of course, in reality, this wasn't Eli at all, but they didn't know that either.

[Queen Bright]

A paper would appear in front of Eli with silver ink written on it.

Treachery among the embodiments expressed her discontent loudly. First they were not allowed to play with mortals any longer, then they had to join back in on meetings. Oh well, at least she still had some play things. To which she took out the dog head from earlier and began dribbling it like it was a basketball.

[Embodiment of Cringe]

The Embodiment of Heat, Faotemaru, reluctantly showed his human face to the meeting, despite the fact that he hadn't considered himself a part of these powerful creatures in the first place. It was only through a rather forceful daughter of his that eventually convinced him to go, to at least meet up with all the other embodiments of existence, so he may or may not get to know his new kin.

Did you ever attend these meetings, Father? Did they even care when you lost your embodiment abilities? The Alchemist meekly asked himself within the very confines of his mind, still unable to pull the memories of his or his father's past life.

[Capxeno]

~Eli smiled serenely, sipping on a wine glass of milk mixed with honey. Without tensing or hanging his "Fatherly" demeanor, ~Eli said,
"I asked you to come, I did not demand. You are all free to leave, should you wish. However, the matter of Hell's Throne remains. It is not a trophy to win, nor a position to aspire to, its is a symbolic punishment, the power itself merely being an extension of that punishment. There is one candidate whose many deals with hell... and affair with it. But more importantly, the hatred of the place. That make this candidate more fit to be put to the Throne."

[Nisorin]

Neirron scowls, as Leirra looks to him. "You died, Eli. You and your other half were the ones who caused quite a lot of the troubles amongst the Grounded. Why should we accept anything you say?" He asks, standing before Eli as if for a duel. Leirra frowns, standing behind her spouse yet still seeming ready for a fight. "I must admit, I do not, and have not, viewed you as a viable leader for a very, very long time. You remind me too much of our former kin."

[Queen Bright]

When the note had gone unread for more than a minute it finally faded from sight and amongst the other embodiments a silver light shone brightly accompanied by the sound of wind-chimes. Once the light had faded, there stood the Embodiment of Time, Asura herself. "It is not something we should have the right to decide," she spoke, having seen what was said already, without the need to actually be there.

"But, nor is it something that should be fought over. The creation of the place known as Hell was something of yours and Destruction's, it was not the original intentions of our own creators and thus is not the true neutrality that they once set up."

[Embodiment of Cringe]

((Getting Faote outta here/tying up loose ends. It'll be the last time you'll see Faote for a while.))

The Embodiment of Heat watched the discussion between this 'Eli' and the other Embodiments. Deciding a new ruler for Hell?
Being in that place once was enough. No thanks. Faote immediately came to a decision on it. Besides, he was the Embodiment of Heat, the driving force that supports and breaths life into, well, life. He was the exact opposite of the ruler of hell. The position would only fit him in name.

He had no business with the rest of these Embodiments. He had no business with Eli. The meeting with these people was futile, and he doubt any of them knew anything about his father. Besides, if any of them did, he would be pretty sure that maybe one or two of these Embodiments would have recognized him or his spirit when he appeared, despite that his appearance had changed exponentially.
If he were to get any information about his father, it would not be here. The Embodiment of Heat opened a portal, exiting to his laboratory with it closing after him.