In her personal pocket dimension, Goddess of Justice, Iusti, leans back into a resting position on her conjured leather couch after spending the past few minutes leaning forward gazing intently through her blindfold at a round plane of space, one currently depicting the image of a tall demon girl sprinting down a dirt road that hasn't been maintained in years. The blood trailing behind the demoness has finally stopped oozing from the injured tail due to the skill Iusti imparted to her.
“Well, that wasn't how I intended for the skill to be used, but hey, at least she is getting more utility out of it now.”
The golden Goddess speaks aloud with a resigned tone in her voice, breathy heavy from what appears to be exhaustion.
“How was I supposed to know granting her that bonus would only piss her off more, everyone loves free experience points! Now I've wasted even more of my dwindling Essence to send a message to her that she didn't even heed in time.”
While what Iusti says to herself is technically true, she ignores the fact that Chloe got the message later than intended because the Goddess forgot about all the restrictions Dharta places on Divine interference when the recipient doesn't have a Skill, Class, or other such system aspect specifically related to the Divine being’s interference in question. Ignoring the unnecessary blame she just dealt out, the Goddess lies down on her back, facing up into the sky and waves her arm horizontally in front of her, conjuring a balance scale into the air above her.
The scale is a luminescent gold not dissimilar to its creator’s makeup, simplistic in design with no decorations other than engravings on the bottoms of the pans that make up each end of the scale. On one side, noticeably lower than the other even though neither side has anything to weigh the pan down in sight, an engraving of a sword swathed in a flowing cloth backdropped by an image of a sun can be seen. On the other end, an image of a scale, similar in shape to what the engraving itself is marking, is surrounded by tiny stars all around it, each varying in shape. As Iusti faces the scale above her, a tiny pinprick of light the size of a grain of sand falls from above, source unknown to any but her, and lands on the raised end with the starry engraving, moving it ever so slightly downwards, lifting the other end by the same miniscule amount.
“Even if she didn't like the way it was done, at least Chloe brought a little bit of justice to my lands back from the clutches of that traitorous bastard. She does seem to have a good heart, although still too naive at the moment.”
With a sigh, Iusti waves away the conjured scale, and returns her attention to the mirror-like projection with the birdseye view of Chloe, now in the dark woods, currently resting against a tree while swiveling her head around looking for the nightlife, clutching an axe stained in her own blood in between both hands that already have little signs of burns remaining. While this portion of woods houses a decent amount of {Moss Wolves}, Iusti doesn't even consider using a portion of her miniscule supply of remaining Divine Essence to warn her, partially because she doesn't want to use anymore so soon after the wasteful expenditure, and partially because she trusts in Chloe’s ability to protect herself, even if her most effective tool against the wolves is currently a cauterized stump. Despite the earlier complaints, Iusti has started to take a liking to Chloe after seeing her activities since arriving at Dharta, even if she has yet to realize it herself. She still remains skeptical of her though, especially after the Goddess’ last attempt at solving the situation only made things much worse.
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While watching the newly formed Demon venture further into the forest, a knocking sound appears in the void of her dimension, and the Goddess lets out another sigh, this time one of annoyance. Moments later, a tear in space appears at the edge of the translucent golden plane Iusti is currently residing on, and a portal to another dimension appears as the Goddess doesn't attempt to interfere with its intrusion. On the other side lies an endless expanse of white dust, making up a desert illuminated by an eternal eclipse in the sky that shines down a sickly green light at the portions not covered in shadow. Walking through the portal seconds later is a pure white skeleton with a robe so dark it matches the coloration of Iusti’s own, eyes glowing a green the same shade as the eclipsed star in her dimension. Thankfully, the other Goddess doesn't carry her scythe with her, as Iusti was not in the mood for a fight at the moment, even if she does have a pretty good idea as to why she is getting a visit from Vimortua, the Goddess of Undeath. Before Iusti can say anything, however, the skeletal Goddess greets the other Goddess first in her usual tone while skipping towards the lounging woman.
“Heyyyyyyyyy! What's up Iu Iu?! Haven't talked to you, in like, foreeeeeeeever!”
As Vimortua dives towards Iusti, attempting to give the other Goddess a forceful embrace, Iusti shifts from her spot on the couch to the side, avoiding the missile of a woman.
“Oh come on! You neeeeeever let me give you a hug. And I think you owe me one after what you did!”
The skeletal woman somehow gives off the impression that she is pouting, even if her skull hasn't moved whatsoever, her voice intruding directly into Iusti’s mind as she speaks. Before Vimortua can say anything more, Iusti tries to placate the maybe angry Goddess.
“Yes yes, I know I just sent an Otherworlder with my blessing to a town filled with undead knowing that she would attack them, but it's not like I sent her on a crusade against Choranekron. These skeletons were just mindless puppets, and the only one with sentience doesn't even follow you. So give me a break, I just wanted to give my Chosen a head start with enemies she would have a Bane advantage against. Can you forgive me? Please?”
Sensing the sincerity in Iusti’s words, even though both knew there would be no point in lying as they would both know, Vimortua gave her ultimatum to the lounging Goddess.
“Wellllllllll, I guess I could forgive you. On one condition though! You let me snuggle up and sneak a peek at your new Chosen for a bit, this couch is suuuuuuuuuuuper comfortable after all!
Taking the time to weigh the risks of letting another Goddess basically spy on Chloe, Iusti soon relents to the small demand as she has no issues with Vimortua due to how she hates the forceful creation of undead as much as the Goddess of Justice does, and only desires the safe unliving for those naturally born undead or those who willingly become so. At that, Iusti realizes her mistake.
“Wait, you know that the Rusalka killed off Littlecreek to create undead puppets, and yet you still came to complain?”
An off tune whistling sound appears in Iusti’s head, before Vimortua pulls a bright pink blanket, patterned with cutesy renditions of bones and skulls, out of nowhere, covering herself and Iusti with it and speaking into the adjacent woman’s head once more in a cheerful tone without regret.
“No take backsies, you already agreed to the watch party!”
Iusti facepalms and lets out another deep sigh, before turning to the mirror-like plane depicting Chloe from above that the Goddess of Undeath is now watching with glee, this time with company the golden Goddess refuses to admit she is glad to have.