AN: And now for a bit of some confusion along.

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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The area which I was transported to was... odd. In that it was small and cramped, as though someone had hastily dug out a hole near the core of our world, and shoved an object into it. Of which reminded my person of how I met Beelzebub upon Konaku. In that he was also trapped inside an object and shoved into a large mountain. However, upon that world the area around his prison was full of a darkness which tried to slay your person on the spot. This one? It was simply a prison, and nothing more.

To reiterate, the prison was exactly the same as the God of Gluttony's. In that it was a spherical prison with an unknown body curled up in its centre. Not to mention the runes, sigils, and spell circles was far too exact to be a coincidence. Which garnered my desire to summon the God, as well as Rojaahn and Hephaestus's Adamantine Dwarves. Of which appeared behind my person, through a portal of endarkened energy.

Once all had stepped through, only the God narrowed his eyes with great disdain, and confirmed my suspicions that it was the same as his own prison. "Very well," my voice reverberated throughout the space as I called upon my magicks in order to transport us all to the surface. Whereupon we would be able to tackle this problem away from the core. For if anything destructive were to come in contact with it, then I would become quite annoyed in trying to keep it from exploding our world in its entirety.

Upon returning to the surface, my Undying summoned up his own servants just as the Dwarves surrounded the sphere in question. One, in which, held a large crack upon its surface. Not only this, but the prisoner's eyes, which were large and red, twitched between everyone that came close. However, if no one is within its sight, the being simply watches my person with expectant wonder. No. At that time I did not know what was going through its mind, but desired it to be free so that we may decide what to do with it.

By the by, this being appeared to be female with a milk-white skin and molten silver hair. Of which was spread out all around her body, as her arms were wrapped around the tucked in legs which were towards her chest. Not only this, but she was quite nude and would be in need of clothing soon enough.

As for her eyes, well, I've already stated their colour, but it also appeared to my person that it was full of an unknown rage which was not directed towards any of us. No. I did not have a clue at as to who it might have been at that time. In due time, though, I and everyone else would. Instead, she appeared somewhat grateful for our efforts, even if nearly all of her body was frozen still inside the prison which had been placed around her person.

"My Lord High God?" called out Rojaahn, as he waved his right, primary clawed hand, "We are in need of a great force of energy to pierce the shell."

Yes. If any of you have read up on the histories of Konaku, you would have no doubt read a few passages where I simply struck the prison which held Beelzebub. This caused it to shatter, allowing his person to emerge with a great roar. However, it also left him considerably weak to the point of not being able to move, breathe, or speak for over a fortnight without assistance. Seeing as how I had become an Ageless, I believed such a process would not be necessary for this one.

"Very well, Rojaahn," I replied as my form took on my skeletal self which was made up of my chaotic and endarkened energies whilst the skies overhead darkened from this event, "Then if you would, be ready to catch any and all shards which may scatter after the initial strike. We would not wish for another repeat of what occurred upon Konaku."

No. I will not repeat what had occurred, as such a thing would require my person to deviate further from the story at hand for a time. Instead, I came upon the prison which held the small female, and sneered mentally as I noted that the eyes had grown fearful of my presence, and would have like to run from where she was firmly fixed in place. However, such a thing was not possible, for even if she was able to do so, the barriers which had now been erected around the pair of us were set so that nothing would escape until I chose to allow it to do so.

Within half a step, I was in front of the prison, which was in the shape of a sphere. Yes. The same exact shape that I had found the God of Gluttony within. However, the only difference between them, was the fact that this one held nothing in terms of a defense. One in which I believe to have been a mistake on their other, unknown party's part.

Once there, my right primary, clawed hand was raised into a fist as it gathered up a percentage of a percentage of my strength within the limb. Of which was then slammed down upon the surface, causing it to create a myriad of hairline fractures. "Not enough," my voice was released in a grumble, as I increased the energies gathered, and struck the surface once more. Again, there was only a myriad of hairline fractures upon the surface, and once more, I increased the output of my strikes. This would continue for a time, and I would come to notice the multiple lights pouring out of the prison every time this was done so.

*****

However, unbeknownst to my person, such strikes were causing another to become notified that the prison which held the female was being broken into. This was, of course, Azazel of Azzarath, and she had grown quite frantic once she realised that the world which this being was imprisoned within was the same one that had been stolen. Not only this, but any and all portals which were within the Hub World of Azzarath had grown dark and unusable within moments after the armies which had plagued their Pantheon vanished without a trace.

"Damnit all," screened the God King within her small space with many dead and rotting bodies against the walls to either side of her, "Damn you, Undead Karastak!" Her fist shook against the air as though the one she curse was in front of her person.

It was at this point that the first of many alarms rang throughout her space, giving way to the fact that the prison she had placed someone within was being broken into. "No, no, no, no, no," repeated the little-girl-who-was-not-a-girl as she grew frantic over the fact that someone was further disrupting her plans.

Not only this, but soon after the removal of Terra, other unknown Gods and Goddesses had decided to show up and strike out against her Pantheon. Each of them held the hopes that their targeted worlds would have weakened caretakers so that they may take the worlds away and to do as they wished. Of course, a few in the beginning were snatched away from a few Gods and Goddesses that were too exhausted and weak to even bring about a token of their strength in retaliation.

This then caused Azazel to lash out against these beings, striking many of them down within a few moments, but only regaining approximately one third of those worlds that which had been stolen away. Once again, she cursed the Undead God who had opened this door in allowing the other random beings entry into the worlds of her Pantheon.

And now? Now she had a new worry. One which would spell doom for her and her Pantheon of Gods and Goddesses if the others found out her greatest secret.

*****

"I am Azazel, sister to Azrael," spoke the crimson eyed female in a soft, hoarse voice. Of whom was currently bundled up within a thick blanket Sarah and the All Mother had brought over just as she was being spoon fed refined mana in order to increase her recovery. "I thank you for-"

"Hush," whispered my wife, who decided to pull the small form of the one who called herself "Azazel" upon her lap in order to stroke her hair. Whereas the spoon feeding duty was given over to the female Draconian who fumbled a few times in the beginning. "Just rest and drink the mana."

No. The small female was not amused by this, but endured solely due to the fact that she was very weak.

I, on the other hand, had transformed my person back into my Kitsune self at this point, and strode over to Rojaahn and the Dwarves who were sifting through the broken prison with great care. No. Beelzebub was not amongst this small crowd, but had chosen to depart. He did not wish to be reminded of his own imprisonment anymore than was necessary. For this, I can understand his reasoning, and no, I will not elaborate.

In any case, I had called the attention of my Undying Researcher, who then informed my person that it was the same make, model, and design as the God of Gluttony's prison. "So whoever created such a thing also trapped Azazel number two, My Lord High God. I have a theory as to who it might be, and if so, then it become troublesome soon enough."

"Why do you believe so?" I inquired, not at all certain I was willing to listen to his answer, but still curious nonetheless.

"If I am correct, then it would appear that Azazel, God King of the Azzarathean Pantheon is the one who created such a thing. If she did, then I fear Lord Beelzebub will desire some sort of retribution for such an action against his person."

"Hmm," my voice hummed softly as a few sparks of pure energy erupted from a small shard an Adamantine Dwarf handled. Of which caused him to drop the item and shake his hands as though they stung. "Then we keep this information from his person until we know it to be true. Afterwards, I shall be the one to break the news to him. Understand?"

"Yes, My Lord high God."