“My, what have we here?”, a flat voice sounded behind Kali, coming from an equally emotionless beige-haired God.
Vibration of surrounding air particles allowed for vocals to reach the primeval god’s ears. The monotonous tone was easy to spot quickly, and a crack in features emerged in reaction to such. ‘Twas a pleasure it was to have the chance to meet the earth god one final time before her departure. Ebony strands were flung into the air through the brushing of hair, an instantaneous swerve of the heel which faced her towards the god and turquoise hues which seemed to emanate a light capable of dragging those who stared for too long towards their own death.
“What business do you have with me, Kubera?”
Maintaining a safe and respectful distance between the two of them, Kubera focused his weary eyes on the Goddess of Chaos before him. A beautiful woman, with long ebony hair, a body to die for, the bluest, most captivating eyes he had ever seen in his long life and a sensuous smile. Every normal man would have killed just to be her lover for a night.
Yet, she unnerved him. Those very blue eyes pierced into him and dug into his mind. Most would find that impossible, but with her much more powerful Insight, reading his thoughts would be an effortless task. The smile that would make the most beautiful Natural and Created Goddesses ashamed was one that could turn into a poisonous grin in a millisecond if all went her way. Despite always taking on female form, she still ensured her place as a fearsome Primeval God and lived up to her title as the embodiment of Chaos.
He swallowed unconsciously, only noticing that he had done so and was thankful for his cloak for covering the lower half of his face a spilt moment after. Effortlessly keeping up his emotionless façade, he raised his eyebrow subtly and started, “It is unusual to see you so passive as of lately. The other Gods are nervous. Nothing is good to see such a… calm atmosphere around the Goddess of Chaos herself. That is simply not what you are.” He stopped there, leaving an unasked question hanging in the space between them.
“What have you been plotting?”
