“In the beginning, after the Entities had fallen into their slumber, and the reign of theTaleborn was new, there were the Eight GodSouls. Two of them were complete and utter imbeciles.”

-The Time Codex

Chapter 2: The Pair of Fools

So, first thing I have to do is find the two GodSouls. That should be pretty easy, since all of the opposing realms are intricately connected on a fundamental level, meaning I should be able to find them in the linked soul realms. All the main eight have one, joined to their complementary Realm, except for the Underworld, which is the major hub for all the miscellaneous souls in the Tale. Hmm, now where in here are they… Ah! Two spheres of light, one bright, the other glowing darkly somehow. *Shrug* Who am I to talk about seemingly impossible things anyway?

“-no, I’m the greatest! Can’t you see how fabulous I look?” “You’ve obviously blinded yourself with that obnoxious light of yours goldy! I am obviously better looking than you! Just look at my cool, sleek black light. I-”

“Both of you shut up! I can feel myself becoming stupider as I listen to you fools! You are just souls anyways! You have no physical body to look at in the first place! Why are you even arguing?”

“Well it’s not like we know much, now is it? All we have are personalities and some basic information about the Diadem Kismet. Who are you anyway?” Says the golden soul.

“For your information, I’m one of the four deities whose job it is to run this universe. And I’ve been assigned your two sorry asses for next thousand years at least. Now let’s get you two some proper bodies so I can at least punch you two when you aggravate me.”

“No violence please! But bodies would be appreciated.” This time it’s the dark-affinity soul.

“All right then, first I’ll teach each of you how to form a vessel for yourselves. After you choose your gender and form the bodies, then we can move on to you two getting some names.”

*Snore...* *Snore...* *Snor-”Ugh!”

The fuck? Who kicked me? Hmm, I was waiting for the idiots to finish their bodies, but they started bickering, and I guess I drifted off. As a Deity of Time I always can keep track of it, so how long has it been, lemme check…

“Fifty years! It took you imbeciles fifty years to make vessels?! How stupid can you get?”

“Well, we couldn’t decide on male or female, so we each made a form for each, and then we had to go through the whole process of bonding our souls to both.” Speaking is a beautiful woman in a white gown with sixty four wings of golden light hovering behind her. Her eyes are striking, as unlike me and my siblings, her eyes look semi-normal, with golden sclera and white glowing irises. Elfin ears, a petite nose, and red lips complete her face. Her bust is moderate, and from what I can see, her butt is well-rounded and perky.

“Oi! Don’t ignore me!” A loud voice from behind me breaks me out of my trance, and I realize I’ve been staring. I turn around to see another beauty striding up to me, nearly identical to the first, except for the thirteen horns atop her head, and the crimson dress. Nine of these horns were arranged in a crown-like pattern, with one in the center of her forehead, the rest receding on her scalp in pairs. The final four horns spiral upwards from her temples and- is that a tail?

“Ow!!!” “Stop staring, perv!” Yep, that’s a tail. Long, scaled with a sharp tip, and apparently very dexterous. After I heal my face of the tail puncture, I notice one last difference from her sister. Her eyes have irises that glow with a dark light. Oh, and she has ever-so-slightly bigger breasts.

“So, did you two pick out names yet? I’m tired of referring to you two as light idiot and dark idiot. And what was that about having two bodies?”

“Well that’s simple really,” said the light one, “We couldn’t decide on a gender, so we made two bodies and picked our favorite! Oh, and I’m Astrophel!”

What.

“That has to be one of the stupidest things I have ever heard.”

“Oh yea? Well all you did was sleep!” Darkie has me there…

“I’m Nyxitri, for your information.”

*Various arguments and bickering later…*

After squabbling for last couple of hours, we are now seated at a round crystal table I conjured from the essence of the soul realm. “Now that I’ve gotten you two to settled down for a bit, it’s time for you to work out how you are going to mold your Realms and their first inhabitants. I recommend basing the first sentient lifeforms on your own bodily structure, as it will be easiest to make.”

While the spirits are creating most of the Diadem Kismet, the spirits of the the eight Supporting Realms are heavily influenced by their affinity, and therefore can be somewhat controlled by the present GodSoul. Before taking my nap, I split a fragment of consciousness to keep them in flux for the most part, so that the two idiots could properly shape their Realms. I’m so thoughtful.

“Why does he look so smug sis?”

“I don’t know. Should we kick him some more?”

As both women get into position, I realize my predicament. “Oi, I did good you know! If I hadn’t kept everything in flux, you bozos would have to modify mortal races to fit your liking, instead of creating your own. Now go do it, I’m off to take a nap. Wake me later.”

Of course, instead of sleeping I disappear - or so it seems to them at least. I merely sped up my personal time relative to the surroundings. Now I can go examine how the worlds are coming along. Ever since I released my hold on the souls, the conjoined realms have been rapidly developing, with some assistance from Nyx and Phel. Their names are really annoying to say, so I shortened them for ease while speaking. They hated it of course.

As I connect to what will be the Mortal Realm for these two, I see that has developed quite oddly, as have the rest of the realms that lie between the Supporting Realms. As I spread what I can only call my ‘divine sense’ for lack of a better term, across space towards the other joinings, I can tell that seemingly the only similarity between these four is their current size, and the fact that all are connected to their ‘parent’ realms, and that they seem to be… melded to the Core Realm somehow.

Anyways, time for sightseeing is over now. I must say though, watching an entire world develop over the course of ten minutes is incredibly cool looking. Perks to being a God of Time, I suppose.

Time to see what the Grand Idiots have come up with over the century I gave them.

“Hehe, I crack myself up sometimes.”

*Back at the Soul Realm*

“Hello!” *BOOOOOOOOM!!!!!* Oops, I reflexively shot that idiot Time God. Bastard really needs to learn some manners.

*Cough, cough.* “Hey, what was that for?!”

“100,000 years, that’s what! You vanish after telling us to wake you up when we finished making our races, and disappeared! You are supposed to be our guardian for fuck’s sake!”

He freezes, face contorted into an expression that is half, terrified, half embarrassed. “You mean one hundred years, right? I set the difference to ten years per minute, not ten thousand.”

“Nope!” I catch him by the collar, binding him with my wings in the form of celestial ropes. “Now we’re off to see my sister, and you can’t escape.”

“Of course I can escape Phel, I just have to- huh? What have you done?”

I give him a smug grin, before saying, “While you may have been goofing off for the last ten millennia, we have trained or powers. While you may be a stronger Deity, these Realms are ours, and we can control everything in them. Now come along, there’s work to do.”