Freyr looked disappointed at the truth spilling from Ozai's mouth. It was clear to him that their mother had indeed gifted the flames to Ozai. Yet he'd expected some sort of positive answer from his brother. The young demon couldn't help but sigh.

'Mother wouldn't grant me the flames since I won't tell her the why. Luckily Akasha won't either which means I can keep this to myself for now. I do need them'. Freyr was coming to realize that if he was still weak now then he could see the utility in having such angels to do his bidding. Atleast until he could kill himself. The very thought formed a pit in his belly.

"If you're done calculating just how unlikely it is for you to receive the ball from Mother you may leave now". His attempts to shoo Freyr away only gained him a glare in return. The Primeval demon took a look around while he mentally sighed. 'Ozai is unsurprisingly useless'.

His eyes were mostly drawn to the three angels standing in a circle around the Aerondir yet for some reason it kept flickering to the Argonne on his knees.

It was like he could hear his thoughts, and feel his desires. Since the pure want to murder the Argonnes and beings around him. The despair at the mighty entities holding him down. It created a sort of haze around him, one similar to the sensation of fighting he got from the Undules. 'I guess I didn't run all the way here for anything'.

"I'll take him then". He spoke folding his left arm around his torso and then setting his right elbow on the back of his left palm for support. His right hand stroked his chin in contemplation. With the Undules and now an Argonne he had two races to work for him here in the mortal realms. Just maybe the chaos or deaths they caused would generate some good things for him.

The words were so straight to the point that it surprised Ozai. His eyes moved to the Argo on his knees and a sense of unease rose in him. "I can't let you do that. He's a threat to the Argonnes".

"Why?. Because he unlocked and held the secrets of Akasha for himself. How does that warrant him getting an execution". Freyr didn't care but he wanted the Argo now. The sensation he got from him elicited the want to have the mortal. With Undules maybe he could harñess more of the destruction and death energy and maybe just solve this issue of his without dying.

Ozai frowned even more at the argument. "Let me have him. The chaos and desire for death I sense from him is great".

"And pitch him against my Argonnen". Ozai faced his brother fully now. Freyr raised a confused brow.

"I assure you I don't care about that". Freyr didn't even understand why Ozai would think that.

"Why else would you want him?".

Freyr just shook his head ignoring the narcissism evident in his brother. "I just told you everything that happened since I got here and you are more interested in your mortals. I'm taking him. You intended to kill him either way. His soul belongs to Freyja and me".

"Intended. As he still lives he walks under the glare of Haero's light and my sight".

"Your angel literally was about to impound his heart. Why won't you just give him to me?. What's so wrong with that?". Throwing his arms up he glared back at Ozai.

"I don't know what you're planning Freyr and that's something". The crease of his forehead annoyed the demon.

"And what does anything I plan have to do with you?". Freyr didn't mention that he'd not even come here for the Argo initially. He'd been drawn here by the Flame of Life's presence. Still, it was something Ozai should have known due to what he'd told him.

Ozai said nothing his beak sealed shut as his thoughts went to Akasha's words about consequences. Initially, he'd believed the Aerondan to be the consequences. But Hildelith had told him that at times what he might see as a reaction was simply a process.

'Is this the consequences?'. The very thought firmed his stance to refuse his brother.

"I'm sorry brother. I can't let you have him". His eyes wavered down.

"And if I wanted to take him anyway, what then?. What would your suspicion that I would make it turn against your..." he gave the crowd of unmoving Argonnes around him a look. "... precious mortals have you do. Brother?". Ozai didn't know what he felt from those words but he knew he could sense a deeper meaning to the question.

Freyr's gaze had lost all contemplation and all amusement. His eyes now a deep and vibrant purplish red stared Ozai down. The Deity shút his eyes tight as emotions warred with emotions. 'Mother didn't tell me this part. Do I let him have the Argo? He is right that I don't want or wish to protect him. Letting him have it is not an issue'.

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His gaze met Freyr's. 'Yet what if?. What if he does something? Why would he see or feel something from him of all people?'. I looked to the Argo. Watched his frozen and twisted expression. The fear, the rage, the disbelief, the wanton desire for murder in his eyes. 'Is this why he was drawn to him? For the pull to this, energy". I fisted a palm feeling the chaotic and dark energies that the Argo exuded. His desires creating an aura of lust around him a lust for blood. That looked assured that if Aerondir went free he would do something to all these innocent people.

'No. I have to make sure the threat ends here'. He looked back to his brother. Took a deep breath and opened his beak.

"You won't have him Freyr. You hold domain over death. Any plans of yours is something related. While it may not be for them. Who's to know how it would affect them".

Silence.

Freyrs eyes remained unmoving. His fingers were stiff and his breath held. Ozai frowned unsure of what came next. Had he averted a consequence or what?

The demon frowned. His eyes shook from confusion and then turned hard.

"You forget one thing, brother". Hidden from view his left fingers moved. The middle finger and thumb touching. Black and purple mist gathered around both of them. "You don't command me". He snapped his fingers. Chaos energy, black and pulsing like a floating blob of black water seized him and in an explosion, he was gone.

Ozai could barely blink before the same explosion became an implosion right next to the four beings of importance. Freyr appeared at the center, one arm on the Argonne and the other on the Divina Angel.

"I come here. Tell you everything. Things I have kept from even mother, and you show more interest in...them". There was a deep and heavy timbre to his voice one that sent a weight into Ozai's heart. "This mortal calls to me. His desires, his want. All pulling on my domains brother. Doesn't that make him mine? Energies that might aid me in gaining the power to avoid taking my life, flow from him ànd yet, YOU REFUSE ME!". His very voice thundered with the wrath of the Heavens.

" You can fight for your mortals, stare down your brother for them. Cut down poor goblins for their sake". Freyr glitched his eyes turning red. "I assure you, brother, I can do the same".

All these while through their conversations and arguments, Freyr had been in his Null form. A form that had no form of interaction with the world. Of course that changed with Freyr could make themselves part of it by possession or going mortal.

The moment he glitched the demon's eyes flickered. At the same moment, all movement around him paused as eyes turned to them. Many had been confused as to why the Divina had been frozen in an unmoving state since. While they were curious none dared step to close to the beings of unparalleled power.

Panicked Ozai took a sense forward. "Freyr!. Don't!". He could sense that this was it. The consequence that he'd been waiting for. Or at least a harsher one. He could have let his brother go with the mortal and there might be another consequence. But this. This was one he felt was a problem that he added to by being so overly emotional.

The Argo on his knees jerked as his eyes seemed to glaze over. Ozai felt something inside him beat harder.

"Yes!". The loud cry of acceptance uttered by the Aeróndan sent a spike of worry through him.

Ozai expected what came next. But it was even more horrific than he'd been braced to see. Freyr vanished. His spirt melding into the Argo. What came next was horrific to watch. Aerondir's feathers shed off at a swift rate, his beak lost its luster. His eyes became grey. His limbs, body, and Argannen grew in size. Then even more surprising all the lost feathers began regrowing, black with purple and red tips. The beak became dark, his head stretched and an extra pair of eye slits lacking pupils and taking on a deep purple glow.

The two pairs of eyes moved to Ozai now standing between the Argonnen and him. His mortal self now evident. Freyr/Aerondir's eyes moved to his body taking in the new form. "This was not expected". His hand stroked his chin again.

"First possession?". Ozai asked. Freyr eyed him then nodded. "Didn't think of it before". Seemingly remembering something he glared right back at Ozai.

The Deity sighed. "Look Freyr I ..."

"I'd never fight you for this...these...mortals". He spat out quickly stopping anything Ozai wanted to say. "What is wrong with you". His frown was more annoyed than pissed.

"I just don't want you to bringing any tricks to them. They're fragile and they're not us. There were times you'd look at Haero like a prize, at me like something in your path".

"I feel offended you'd think so lowly of me. I simply looked up to your strengths. I wanted to be as strong. To make Mother just as proud of me". He looked back to the Argonnen. "But since this is what you believe, I'll have to accept that".

"Freyr. Don't!".

The Argonne possessed paused. He folded his arms Argannen unfurling and flapping calmly while the angels retreated to Ozai's side. "Even more, become that which you see your brother as. New look and all". His hands spread out.

"And this Argonne will be my spear here. No. Not Argonne". He took another look at himself. "Something even better. You know I didn't expect that blessings or possession mold a mortal to better accept their god, no not God, a higher being. And this mortal was molded so perfectly". A finger poked his lower beak.

"Ah ha. I got it. Since your Argonnen are beautiful and bask in the wind and sun. Mine hidden by the dark of night and aided by their winds it's only fitting they become the reverse of everything yours is. A deity of the cosmos and order. A demon of destruction and chaos. How fitting. Hmmh. I think Ennogra sounds just good".

The situation was so serious that Ozai didn't even think to point out to Freyr how he'd simply turned Argonne in reverse. 'Maybe that's the point '.

Freyr flapped his Argannen taking him higher and higher. "A little present for you brother". From nowhere, a goblin appeared. Its head and body collapsed side to side on the ground clear enough for all to see. In its hand gripped tightly even in its death was a staff.

"The Blyn'maje". Yells and shouts went up amongst the crowd. Ozai sighed. It was official. He had messed up. Maybe emotions were not so good after all.