AN: And here is the second one of the day!

You're also getting some hints as to what the second book of the Sin's arc will have, too.

As per usual, thank you all for reading thus far. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, please do not hesitate to voice them.

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"Got them at last," crowed the False God happily as the last of the unknowns were quashed beneath the Ban Hammer. To which his body danced a little; that is until the female Dwarf came over and watched the screens replay the scene of destruction once more.

"No you didn't," she chimed in, breaking the joyous spell which filled his mind over the triumph of a hated enemy.

"What?!"

To this, the other simply pulled up a pair of screens, one holding an Elf, Kobold, a Fire Giant, and a pair of naked Fox-girls. Whereas another showed the white creatures in the shapes of Ogres and Goblins being crushed by the Hammer. "See? More than likely, you only got a few scouts or minions, and not the real culprits."

What came out of the Warden was a primal howl which did echo throughout the whole of the space. Of which slowly receded as he calmed his person down, but only after breaking a few screens in the process. "Why is this happening to me?"

"Well, did you piss anyone off recently?" asked the Dwarf, of whom quickly tapped away at a few screens in front of her person.

To which the other simply snorted aloud, "Yeah, the slime of an Undead, Karastak," which led to his eyes widening and his body turning around so that the head could view the female, "Do you think that-?"

"Undead Karastak hasn't been around since the Forge Incident."

"What do you mean?"

The tapping stopped as soon as he asked his question, to which she turned to face him with a sigh, "Of course you wouldn't remember. Well, to start, do you know of the Abyss?" To which his hands nodded the head it carried once, "Then that will make this much more simpler.

"Well, to start, within the Abyss lie seven worlds. Which were filled with the Abyss's greatest sins of Lust, Avarice, Pride, Wrath, Gluttony, Envy, and Sloth. These were desired by Azazel, and sent out three Gods and their servants to retrieve them for her. They were Shojo, a Human God of Harems; Aruuma, a Golem God of Numbers; and Undead Karastak, who was merely a Lord of Chaos at that time.

"Now, what was required of them was to bring out seven worlds for Azazel and the rest of the Pantheon to lord over. However, I don't think it was ever explained fully as to what they were supposed to do."

"Why is that?" asked the False God, of whom had brought over a chair for the female, whereas he simply sat upon his throne.

"Well, for one thing, the first world was obliterated due to Undead Karastak's rage. Apparently he tapped into the chaos of his mana, as well as the Madness, to destroy the world's core all for the sake of one child. Who was brought out from the world," she held up a small hand to stop his next words, which were about said child, "No. I do not know what happened to it.

"In any case, this led onto a bit of animosity between the trio, who had received one of the three Great Gifts for us Gods." She then beamed happily whilst the other simply glared at her person with great envy. For between the pair was a solid truth, and one that he despised.

The female Dwarf held a Spark of Purity, and he had nothing. Therefore, the former held the rank of Goddess, whilst the latter was only a Minour God.

"Anyways, the second world they came to was Forge, the world of Avarice, and was run by Dwarves. It's also a Dungeon Planet, and this is where things became different."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, the trio had a falling out at this point, and split up to do whatever it is they wanted to do. Such as Undead Karastak creating the Tower of Babel, Shojo hunting down a 'Loli' harem member, and Aruuma simply being a merchant and travelling around the world. However, when all things were said and done, it was the Skeleton God who conquered the world. Which meant he was allowed to rake in all the glory for himself.

"Unfortunately, this is where everything went to hell, as it were. Because once Forge was brought out of the Abyss, many of the others within our Pantheon took it upon themselves to walk upon that world. Even before Azazel said they could, they did so." At this point, her right side leaned in that direction slightly, as though the Dwarf was becoming incredibly uncomfortable talking about it.

However, she still continued the tale, "This led to a few of them scuffling and fighting amongst one another to the point of killing many of the natives, destroying its forests, changing some plains into glass. All because they wanted to rule over the world.

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"That is, until Undead Karastak rose up with his servants and an unknown ally who was crafting so many different weapons that were on par with the magicks and strength of a God of War. Well, with his own mana, he rewrote the damage caused by the Gods and Goddesses of our Pantheon while his servants dealt with those who desired to claim the world for their own. Which led to 'The Forge Incident'.

"You see, Draxis," she held up her right forefinger as she spoke to make her point across, "The weapons they wielded was enough to put up a stand, and even outright kill a few of them."

"What?!" His voice was raised in anger at such an idea. For within his mind, a God or Goddess cannot be slain, as they would simply get up after a few turns of the day-star. Therefore, never really dying. "That's not possible. Gods cannot die."

To which the other simply chuckled at the naivety of it all, "Oh, but they do, Draxis, and these beings reminded all of us of our mortality. However, to make matters worse, all of this was somehow broadcasted into the Hub World. 'Course, I and a few others tried to censor it all, but the damage was already done. Those within the worlds knew that Gods and Goddesses could die."

"But what happened to Undead Karastak in all of this?" whined the other, of whom was somewhat enraptured by all of this.

"I'm getting to that," her eyes narrowed into a glare as she continued with, "Well, after he removed the damage the others had caused, he came and... well..." Her entire body shivered for several heartbeats before she continued in a small voice, "He was angry."

"So? What does this have to do with what you are saying? From what I've seen, he's always angry."

"No, you stupid Dulahan," growled the female, "The Undead like him do not have emotions, so showing such things can cause an infectious disease which spreads throughout all other Undead creatures. Hence why Azzarath will come together in an effort to combat such beings if they ever arise, but him?" She hugged herself to keep from shaking uncontrollably. "Never get him angry, Draxis, because the scenes which came out of that world are far more horrific than anything you can imagine."

To which he snorted as though it were only a simple matter, and watched as his body was flown across the room for doing so. Whereas his head was gripped and forced to view a wide variety of stills full of shapeless shadows full of rage and great loathing standing beneath a monster thousands of metres tall pointing towards the one who took the still.

This creature... there was no true way to describe it. For it held the form of Undead Karastak, but was impossibly large. Not to mention he seemed to be made up of raw chaos and shadows which did cling to his bones just as the acidic poisons he was known to have had done the same. Whereas his visage, though was the same as before, had become much more frightening the longer one stared upon it. Whilst the eyes, though pinpoints within the still, seemed to grow larger the longer Draxis stared upon it.

"This is...?" he began, trying his best to tear his eyes away from the image.

Of which soon vanished just as the one holding his head spoke, "That, Draxis, is the true form of Undead Karastak, Lord of Chaotic Mana and Illusions, and he is a very, very angry God."

However, just as she spoke these words, did she show another still. One in which revealed a massive stream of energy which tore through several Divine Shields and removed most of the bodies within the shield of their torsos or limbs. Of which was shown upon another still just as the minions of Undead Karastak swarmed through with their blades and spears, and removed a clear crystal from them.

This was then given over to a four-armed, metallic skeleton who then gave it to the shadowed monster that was their master. Of whom then devoured the crystals within a few more stills, and grew even taller.

"What? What did he just eat?" asked the False God, who knew the answer, but desired to know if it were true.

"He ate the souls of those Gods and Goddesses that decided to stay when they should have run, Draxis. Everything they had has become his," she spoke in a much smaller and quieter voice as the images vanished from the screen, "After this, Azazel came and bartered with him."

"And?"

"And we are not allowed to go anywhere near his worlds, or else he will wage a war like we have never seen before. I doubt we will survive if this occurs."