"You three realize you are not actually god's right? Jarak Asked"

The three "Gods" stared at Jarak, momentarily taken aback by his bluntness. Their expressions ranged from disbelief to indignation, as if he had just desecrated a sacred relic.

"How dare you imply I am not who I am?" Lucifer growled, his red eyes narrowing. "I am the Light Bringer and was gods brightest angel, and I will not tolerate such insolence from a mere mortal."

"Right," Jarak replied, hands raised in mock surrender. "But if I'm not mistaken, we're in a parallel universe discussing how to tackle a chaos fragment, not fighting mythical beasts. So, I'm just saying: let's keep our heads on straight here, shall we?"

"You do realize who you're talking to?" Thor thundered, his voice reverberating like an approaching storm. "I am the God of Thunder, and I can assure you I've faced far greater threats than your skepticism!"

"And I've faced my fair share of chaos," Azrael added, stepping closer, his disappointment giving way to a hint of annoyance. "Just because we're in this strange place doesn't mean we're not who we say we are."

"Sure," Jarak continued, his tone playful. "But do you ever wonder if maybe you're all just figments of my imagination? I mean, look around. We could all just be the manifestations of my overactive mind grappling with the chaos outside."

As the tension crackled in the air, Thor's grip on Mjolnir tightened, the blue lightning flickering ominously around the hammer's head as he swung it slowly, the power radiating from him. "Careful, mortal. You're treading on thin ice here. If I wanted to, I could turn you into a lightning rod!"

"With all due respect, Thor," Jarak shot back, a smirk playing on his lips, "if you used that hammer on me, you'd have to explain to the other gods why the great Thor lost a mortal to a chaotic tantrum. And we wouldn't want that now, would we?"

Azrael merely shook his head, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Perhaps a mortal should be careful about invoking the wrath of a god. But I'll admit," he added, glancing at Thor, "the image of you wrestling a giant serpent disguised as a cat is indeed amusing."

"Exactly!" Lucifer chimed in, arms crossed and leaning back in his chair, thoroughly entertained. "You've got a reputation to uphold, Thor. A giant serpent? Really? You might want to leave the 'cat wrestling' to someone else."

Thor, his bravado softening slightly, huffed a laugh. "Fine! I'll accept that I made a mistake, but I will not let it define me! I'm still the mightiest of the gods. And if that chaos fragment thinks it can sneak past me while I'm distracted by your antics, it has another thing coming!"

"Now that's the spirit!" Jarak said, rallying the energy in the room. "Let's put aside the cat stories and focus on what we came here to do. We have a fragment to destroy, and I'm still on the hook for those rare cards."

With a collective nod, the tension shifted from banter back to urgency. Azrael's demeanor solidified, determination painting his features. "Exactly. We need to prepare. Thor, you'll create the diversion. Jarak, let's gather the cards and energy we need. I'll coordinate the trap."

"And I'll keep us entertained in the meantime!" Lucifer added, grinning like the devil he was. "Maybe some celestial music to set the mood?"

"Save the serenade for after we've dealt with the fragment," Azrael replied, rolling his eyes, though he couldn't hide the smile that broke through his stoic exterior.

"Deal!" Lucifer declared, rising from his seat with dramatic flair. "Let's get to it then! The sooner we trap this fragment, the sooner we can go back to regular mischief—and maybe a celebration worthy of a god! Jarak what rarity is your soul?"

The excitement died down as the three "Gods" were interested in Jarak's answer.

" Why?" Jarak asked confused

You will understand the way we act when you reach the halfway point to a rare soul, but in the meantime don't you think it's only fair seeing you can see our souls.

Jarak Thought about it and it sort of made sense and reminded him to check their souls.

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Ok first Lucifer checking his soul it was still as busted as ever but it gained some interesting secondary effects on some skills.

The three heroes stared at Jarak, momentarily taken aback by his bluntness. Their expressions ranged from disbelief to indignation, as if he had just desecrated a sacred relic.

"How dare you imply I am not who I am?" Lucifer growled, his red eyes narrowing. "I am the Light Bringer and was gods brightest angel, and I will not tolerate such insolence from a mere mortal."

"Right," Jarak replied, hands raised in mock surrender. "But if I'm not mistaken, we're in a parallel universe discussing how to tackle a chaos fragment, not fighting mythical beasts. So, I'm just saying: let's keep our heads on straight here, shall we?"

"You do realize who you're talking to?" Thor thundered, his voice reverberating like an approaching storm. "I am the God of Thunder, and I can assure you I've faced far greater threats than your skepticism!"

"And I've faced my fair share of chaos," Azrael added, stepping closer, his disappointment giving way to a hint of annoyance. "Just because we're in this strange place doesn't mean we're not who we say we are."

"Sure," Jarak continued, his tone playful. "But do you ever wonder if maybe you're all just figments of my imagination? I mean, look around. We could all just be the manifestations of my overactive mind grappling with the chaos outside."

As the tension crackled in the air, Thor's grip on Mjolnir tightened, the blue lightning flickering ominously around the hammer's head as he swung it slowly, the power radiating from him. "Careful, mortal. You're treading on thin ice here. If I wanted to, I could turn you into a lightning rod!"

"With all due respect, Thor," Jarak shot back, a smirk playing on his lips, "if you used that hammer on me, you'd have to explain to the other gods why the great Thor lost a mortal to a chaotic tantrum. And we wouldn't want that now, would we?"

Azrael merely shook his head, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Perhaps a mortal should be careful about invoking the wrath of a god. But I'll admit," he added, glancing at Thor, "the image of you wrestling a giant serpent disguised as a cat is indeed amusing."

"Exactly!" Lucifer chimed in, arms crossed and leaning back in his chair, thoroughly entertained. "You've got a reputation to uphold, Thor. A giant serpent? Really? You might want to leave the 'cat wrestling' to someone else."

Thor, his bravado softening slightly, huffed a laugh. "Fine! I'll accept that I made a mistake, but I will not let it define me! I'm still the mightiest of the gods. And if that chaos fragment thinks it can sneak past me while I'm distracted by your antics, it has another thing coming!"

"Now that's the spirit!" Jarak said, rallying the energy in the room. "Let's put aside the cat stories and focus on what we came here to do. We have a fragment to destroy, and I'm still on the hook for those rare cards."

With a collective nod, the tension shifted from banter back to urgency. Azrael's demeanor solidified, determination painting his features. "Exactly. We need to prepare. Thor, you'll create the diversion. Jarak, let's gather the cards and energy we need. I'll coordinate the trap."

"And I'll keep us entertained in the meantime!" Lucifer added, grinning like the devil he was. "Maybe some celestial music to set the mood?"

"Save the serenade for after we've dealt with the fragment," Azrael replied, rolling his eyes, though he couldn't hide the smile that broke through his stoic exterior.

"Deal!" Lucifer declared, rising from his seat with dramatic flair. "Let's get to it then! The sooner we trap this fragment, the sooner we can go back to regular mischief—and maybe a celebration worthy of a god! Jarak what rarity is your soul?"

The excitement died down as the three "Gods" were interested in Jarak's answer.

" Why?" Jarak asked confused

You will understand the way we act when you reach the halfway point to a rare soul, but in the meantime don't you think it's only fair seeing you can see our souls.

Jarak Thought about it and it sort of made sense and reminded him to check their souls.

Ok first Lucifer checking his soul it was still as weird as ever but it gained some interesting secondary effects on some skills.

Name - A Deal With the Devil

Passive Effects:

1.Soul Control: Turn spoken words into commands that must be obeyed.

Secondary: Subtly manipulate others into saying things they wouldn't.

2.Soul Contracts: Grant buffs or debuffs through soul contracts.

Secondary: Buffs include light-based enhancements, like increased clarity or divine insight.

3.Truth Gaze: Force truth-telling through eye contact.

Secondary: Induce realistic hallucinations, especially of radiant or heavenly places.

4.Damage Immunity: Immune to attacks under 2 Attack.

Secondary: Damage over 2 grants temporary buffs related to light, such as radiating a blinding aura or regenerating health when struck.

5.Radiant Presence: When near your soul twin or in the presence of intense light, secondary effects activate, amplifying your power.

Lucifer's Active Abilities (Battle Specific)

1.-2 Cost for Light, Chaos, and Darkness Souls.

2.Blinding Hellfire: Enemy souls suffer confusion and blindness for 2 turns when summoned.

3.+2 Damage to All Souls.

Light Affinity: Light-based souls deal an extra +1 damage.

4.Monster Form: Gain +3/3 armor and pierce.

Light Affinity: In this form, you radiate a blinding light, reducing enemy accuracy.

Additional Effect:

•Double Damage to confused or blinded enemy souls for 2 turns.

He so easily uses his abilities it's insane. How long it took me to get a read on mana and decipher their meaning. It was similar to learning a new language trying to decipher words shaped by mana. But he can go around locking people into contracts and seducing them. It ain't fair. Let me look at Asrael's, his shouldn't be half as obnoxious.

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