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"My Lord God?" Sia turned towards my person as I gave an exaggerated sigh.

"They're not children, Sia."

"But, My Lord God..."

"Sia," my left eye bathed her body in the light of emeralds, "They may appear to be children, yes, but they are merely the Desert Clan. You would know this if you stop and think about such beings."

"I," she began slowly, then bowed her head low, "Forgive me, My Lord God."

"You may address their persons with the necessities if you so wish, whilst we begin the meeting of Gods." This did I speak as I waved her away in order to focus my attention upon those who did not come for a show. Of whom were not at all amused by what the God of Gluttony had done to the small Kitsunes, save for the iron banded head atop the Flame Golem. This one was rather curious about what had occurred, and would have spoken about such things, if the other had not quieted it down.

"I have called you all here, for we have found our world of Terra, and have begun the necessary steps in order to reclaim it," my voice rumbled gently over the gathered beings who sat before my person. Each then congratulated our persons for finally completing part of our dream, but were waved away rather quickly. "I thank you for your congratulations, but it has come to my attention that the False God who reigns over the world has grown wise with our presence and will be looking out for us. Therefore, I now come to you for help."

After speaking such words, I did bow my great head which flustered my servants greatly. For I rarely, if ever, bow towards another being, or even ask for assistance. In truth, I was quite nervous, as I have been quite prideful in the many cycles since my creation and did not know how well it would be received.

However, "Raise your head, Lord Karastak," spoke the Obsidian head of the Flame Golem, of which sounded much like glass being ground to dust between two boulders, "Our great master, Titan Kronos, knows well of your desire for Terra. If you have need of our service, then speak your words."

"I agree," chimed in Beelzebub, whose eyes have faded into inking orbs of pure darkness, "If this 'False God' is hindering in your plans for control, then look no further than we who are able to assist." Of course, his eyes turned towards Brutus's, which flared in response.

After the pair's short speech, they each turned to Hephaestus, who was hastily drawing up blueprints for another project which had been sparked within his mind. To this, the Golem spat upon the Smith's shoulder to garner his attention to what was occurring. Of which sizzled upon the leathered skin, as the glob of saliva was nothing more than a few drops of lava, and caused the God to jump in surprise, scattering everything he was working on.

"What? Who?" he began, then calmed down as the situation was explained to his person, "Oh. Yes, yes, yes," his arms flailed about as they brought the large pieces of parchment back towards him, "I'll help you. Whatever you need. Just let me get back to this..." Once more, we were ignored by one such as he.

"There you have it, everyone, except the idiots on the ground, will be willing to help you out," spoke the God of Gluttony, who clapped his hands together once to signify the union between our persons, "So, how do you want to proceed? Do we full on attack the stronghold? Forcibly take the world away? How would you like it handled?"

"As delicately as possible," came my reply, which caused his lips to frown, "Rojaahn, if you will?"

"Yes, Master," the metallic, four-armed Bear Beastman in a snow-white robe stood up and slowly walked around the table in order to pass around large, rectangular shaped crystals to each of their persons. To which only Hephaestus ignored until it was shoved into his face, whereupon he did marvel at the item just as a swirl of colours stole his attention away from his "project" completely.

Whereas he held up a slightly larger version, and pressed his forefinger upon the centre. Of which caused each of the crystals in their possession to light up and push forth an image above them containing details about the cultists he was allowed to experiment on, "These images you are seeing are of a few Humans our Lord had brought with him from Terra. Now, there's nothing much to look at, physically, but mentally," his forefinger tapped the upper part of the item a few times, which then revealed a detailed document of what each of them remembered, "they are blank."

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"What does this have to do with your request for our assistance?" called out the Golem, of whom was the most confused.

"In a moment," spoke up the Beastman, who continued to tap upon his screen. This conjured up a wide variety of images from the Undying to those who were recently taken away from Terra, as well as an image of Brutus. "Now, each of these beings all have something in common. None of them remember having a life before they met anyone. Which only means that the False God has tampered with their minds to such a degree that they are practically marionettes dancing to the strings of his will. Which even extends to after the fact that they've been taken away.

"Not to mention the fact that the world outside the supposed scenario generated by this one is probably blank."

"What do you mean, Rojaahn?" I was surprised by this small bit of news, as I had not heard of it until now.

"I've questioned those who are under your employ, the Black Parade, and those who are the most adventurous went out of their way to roam around the scenario placed by the False God. What they found was whiteness."

"You mean snow?" asked Beelzebub, who was rather perplexed by what he was hearing.

"No," my Undying shook his metallic head slowly, "Just whiteness; that which was without substance and colour." He grew silent for a time, which allowed us to think about what he had spoken of, but were soon removed from our thoughts as he resumed with, "Think of a map, if you would, of the surrounding area wherever you live. It could be heavily detailed, or perhaps just vaguely drawn, but it's there and you can see it. Now, view the outskirts of your map. It's blank, correct?"

At our ascent, he nodded a few times before continuing, "Yes. It's blank; there's nothing visible. This is what they had witnessed, an emptiness which stretched onwards. Of course, they complained about it, and even had some stills of the area. Which is why I believe that outside the supposed scenarios the False God creates there is nothing.

"Though, of course the world itself is real, but everything beyond what they have seen is unfinished like a painter's sketched artwork before he adds his paints."

"Huh," my body sat back against the throne as I took some time to process what was revealed to my person, whilst the others did the same. This then caused something in the back of my mind to surge forwards, to which was shared with the rest, "This reminds me of what Azazel has told my person after my first run through of our world."

"Who?" asked Hephaestus, who finally deigned us with his attention.

"The God King of the Azzarathean Pantheon," spoke up Brutus, who then apologised to my person for speaking out of turn.

This caused my person to shrug as I continued with, "Our world of Terra is a tutorial world which resets itself to its previous state after we leave Roj and his tribunal of fools... Why didn't I think of this further?" Quickly, I stood up and slowly paced back and forth in front of everyone.

"My Lord God?" called out Brutus, of whom appeared to be concerned with my person.

"The Tribunal, Brutus. They must be connected with Terra somehow..." Slowly, my mind was formulating a plan, one that may or may not work, but will need the cooperation of this alliance to work.

"But My Lord God, Roj and his cohorts are there regardless of which world we've completed a task for. The only ones which did not allow their persons to appear are those that we brought out of the Abyss."

"Of which we are eternally grateful for," chimed in Beelzebub, who smiled in a sly fashion as his orb-like eyes drifted over the Golem and Hephaestus, each nodding as he did so.

"Yes, and every time we see them, they are killed off quickly, who then regenerate after we leave," came the voice of Sia, who had wrapped the twin Kitsunes up in a large quilt.

"Yes, but now that we have finally put two and two together, we can move onto the next phase in our plan. One which will require our dear friends from the Abyss." To which those of whom were paying attention to my words grinned in a manner befitting evil overlords, and not Gods.