Basmor left Viktor in hell, to do his purifying.

[What an odd guy... still, he's a treat compared to some of the others!] (Basmor)

She walked away from where Viktor was purifying the soul, and muttered a single word.

[Open Portal!] (Basmor)

Suddenly, a gleaming portal that shined with a pearly light appeared in front of her. Without hesitating she crossed it, getting istantly transported in Heaven.

Or rather, her own personal Heaven.

Unlike Domir or even Hell, Heaven wasn't a single unified dimention, but rather a collection of various planes of existence, each tied to a specific god. Like in Hell, time and space were subjective rather than objective: if you travelled aimlessly you could wander in some god's domain for all eternity without getting out, but if you intended to get somewhere it took just a few steps.

Unless, of course, the god that ruled that demiplane decided otherwise, as they were given a great deal of control over their domain.

Basmor's Heaven was kinda bleak and gloomy. A dead land shrouded in eternal mist, with only petrified trees to break the monotony.

Until, of course, you arrived to Basmor's Mansion.

A huge victorian mansion stood in the middle of the place, made entirely of dark gray wood. Huge spiers towered over the land, and a few cold lights shined through the windows.

With a sigh of relief, Basmor entered the mansion through the gigantic front door, that opened itself to welcome its mistress.

The interior was a stylish mix of victorian and baroque, with blue silky tapestries everywhere. The dominant colors were blue and silver, as even the lights were of a ghastly shade of blue.

It was a comfy, and yet creepily cold design.

And yet... to Basmor, who even in her life as a human was always enticed by goth style, it was perfect.

With a huge sigh of relief, she dropped on a sofa in the middle of a tea room, taking out her shoes and kicking them in the corner of the room.

[Aaaaaah! I'm spent! Let's wrap it up for today! I want a bath, a dinner and then I'll go straight to bed!] (Basmor)

Not that she really needed sleep... but it was still nice. Heck, with her power over time, she could even spend an entire day in bed while only a minute passed in the outside world.

She was about to do just that, when a polite knocking coming from outside the room captured her attention.

[Yes?] (Basmor)

[It's me, mistress. Yoko. May I enter?] (Yoko)

[Sure... get in, Yoko.] (Basmor)

From a little servant's door hidden in the wall, a young girl entered the room. She was thin and tall, with skin white as alabaster and straight, listening hairs of a deep dark color, the same as her eyes. She was dressed in a plain looking gray robe, and a pair of black wings sprouted from her back.

Yoko was a Deva. Basmor created her to tend to the house while she was away collecting and delivering souls. She also had the duty to greet eventual visitors and keep Basmor up to date about what happened in Heaven.

But sadly she couldn't do much else. Her conversation was plain and boring, as she was quite literal minded and cold, and she, much like Basmor herself, was a terrible cook.

It was probably because she was created with the lowest possible amount of Divinity Points, Basmor thought. If she was to make more Deva in the future, she'd have to spend some more resources on them.

But for now, Divinity Points were scarce and valuable, so Yoko would have to do for the time being.

[What is it, Yoko? Do you have anything to report?] (Basmor)

[The God of Knowledge was here 26 hours, 27 minutes and 12 seconds ago. He wanted to inform you that there would have been a reunion at the Halls of the Immortals in 24 hours. As of now the reunion should have already been started 2 hour, 27 minutes and 12 seconds ago. ] (Yoko)

[Another reunion? What for now? Are Surm and Kima bitching against each other again!?!] (Basmor)

Basmor was exasperated. Ever since the Gods arrive to Domir, most of them tried to recruit followers, often clashing with each other.

The most problematic were Surm, the God of War, and Kima, the God of the Seas and Storms.

The two were very brash, hotheaded and prideful individuals, the kind that would never back down. To make things worse, both had a hair trigger temper and were prone to violence, so they fought more than once.

The meetings of the gods actually started as a way to put a stop to their fights, because the collateral damage was getting out of hand. After 3 floods, a tornado and an impressive amount of wanton destruction, the other gods were pissed enough to tell the two jerks to cut it off.

And for the most part, it worked. The two gods were still arguing, but they at least refrained from fighting in the mortal world... except for one incident with their mortal followers, when they both intervened to support their side during a tribe war.

At that time it took a LOT of effort to make both stop. And mostly, it was just because of Jusel: the Goddess of Light had Surm wrapped around her little finger like a ribbon.

Basmor couldn't stand that bitch, but even she had to admit that her skill in manipulating men was impressive.

After a bit of thinking, Yoko answered her question, interrupting Basmor's musing.

[It is possible, but master Dagda Vi wasn't specific. He just told me to report the invite to this reunion to you.] (Yoko)

Basmor sighed. She really didn't like these meetings, but she couldn't deny they were important. After all, if a lot of people died, she'd have much more work to do.

[Ok, fine. Fetch my shoes, Yoko. I'm going right now.] (Basmor)

[Why hello Basmor! I'm glad you could make it... albeit a little late!] (Dagda Vi)

The God of Knowledge greeted Basmor as she stepped in the Hall of the Immortals.

Dagda Vi was the only god who looked like an old man, but his appareance was still majestic and pleasant: his hairs and beard were long and overflowing, he had very few wrinkles in all the right places, and his eyes were of an electric, vivid blue that gave him the entusiastic and youthful look of a curious child. He was dressed in dark blue and golden robes, a pair of silver spectacles on his long, pointy nose.

In short, he looked much like Basmor thought a wizard should look like. Everything in his appareance spoke of dignity, curiosity and great wisdom. And, by fate or coincidence, he was exactly like that. He pretty much behaved like a kind, playful grandfather, and sometimes a stern but caring teacher. He never dismissed anything and listened to everyone. Also, fitting for the God of Knowledge, he was pretty much the biggest scholar and researcher among the gods: many of the discoveries they made about the world were the result of his studies.

Basmor smiled.

[Sorry to make you wait... I was making a delivery in Hell, and it took some time.] (Basmor)

[Hell uh? One of these days I should make a visit there. I'm curious to see how it looks like!] (Dagda Vi)

Dagda Vi spoke with the enthusiasm of a child. He was always like that when his curiosity was picked.

[Well, it's kinda boring to be honest. Just a huge red desert with the souls I bring there scattered around. But I think that Viktor... oh right, Nemesis calls himself Viktor by the way... well, Viktor would surely appreciate the company. Although he's really busy purifying the souls of the damned.] (Basmor)

Before Dagda Vi could answer, the voice of the God of War interrupted them.

[Hey you two, could you tone it down? We're having a meeting here, not a tea parlor!] (Surm)

Basmor sighed. She couldn't really stand Surm, but she had no choice but work toghether with him.

Toghether with the God of Knowledge, she proceeded to her seat.

The Hall of the Immortals was an enormous circular room made of multicolored marble. Instead of the roof, well above them there was a dome apparently made of a microcosm of stars, whose lights shined brightly, illuminating the hall.

In the center of the room there was a huge round table made of some sort of shiny wood, with 16 seats prepared.

Each seat had a symbol of it, each representing one of the Gods of Domir. Basmor sat on the seat with the symbol of a skull and a scythe, while Dagda Vi went for the seat with the symbol of a book.

Only half of the seats were occupied. Apart from Basmor and Dagda Vi, there were 6 other gods.

This however wasn't a surprise. Only a handful of gods actually regularly attended those meetings. Most of them either weren't interested or had no time to spare. Compared to the usual attendance rate, today's meeting was actually quite crowded.

Surm, the God of War, was a blonde and tall pretty boy in a golden armor, whose left eye shined like molten gold. Everything about him radiated an aura of might and pride. Currently he was looking annoyed, often glaring at the other side of the table, where the God of Storms was seated.

Kima, the God of Storms, were more of a hunk than a pretty boy. He was tall, with broad shoulders, and his muscles were showing through his opened blue leather jacket. He had blue eyes and blue hairs, and his skin was tanned like that of a seaman. His teeth, sharp like those of a shark, were showing as he smirked menaciously at Surm.

Beside Surm were Jusel, the Goddess of Light. She was a tall woman of impossible beauty, with curly hairs that seemed made of gold and a gentle smile on her luscious red lips, and everything about her shined dimly giving her an even more otherwordly appareance. She was impossible shapely, and her chest was the largest Basmor had ever seen... and it could be seen very clearly, as Jusel white silk robe left very little to the imagination.

Basmor kinda thought of her as a stupid bimbo... but at the same time she couldn't help but feel the slightest bit of envy when looking at her “assets”.

Currently, Jusel was leaning on the table, looking over the God of War like someone could look over their favourite pet. Basmor could almost see the metaphorical leash around Surm's neck kept tightly in Jusel perfect fingers.

On the other side of the table compared to Jusel, Davros was brooding as usual. The God of Darkness was as beatiful as the others, a tall, pale pretty boy with jet black hairs and deep purple eyes. He had black crow wings sprouting from his back, and his right hand was also covered in feathers and had talon like nails. Despite partaking in almost every meeting, he always looked aloof and cold, barely saying a word but listening to everything. Despite not knowing him well, Basmor couldn't help but finding him somehow disturbing.

And speaking of creepy, Veneris, the God of Poison and Decay, was also there. Unlike all the other gods, he looked like a short, fat, sandy haired man. Only his emerald green eyes were remarkable, shining like those of a snake about to strike his prey, especially because he had vertical pupils.

Veneris never missed a meeting, and he was always cheerful, polite and good humored... but still, Basmor felt something wrong about him. She couldn't say what it was exactly, but getting near the small God always gave her the creeps.

And finally, on the seat next to Basmor, there was Baldith, the Goddess of Earth and Plants. She was a glamorous red headed woman, as inviting as a mature, delicious and juicy fruit. Her chest, while enormous, wasn't quite as big as Jusel's, but her overall figure was even more shapely, thanks to her incredible hips.

She was dressed with a simple green robe adorned with flowers and leaves, and she looked quite bored.

As Basmor took her seat, she whispered to her.

[Hello Baldith. Long time no see. It is rare to see you at these meetings.] (Basmor)

The Goddess of Earth nodded distractedly and whispered in response.

[Hello Basmor. Well, usually I'm too busy caring about my plants to partake in these useless meetings. But I have some interest in one of the arguments that is going to be discussed today, so I decided to come.] (Baldith)

She let out a sigh of annoyance.

[But so far, all we've been discussing is a territorial dispute between Kima and Surm... as always.] (Baldith)

[I've not missed much then.] (Basmor)

The discussion between Kima and Surm went on for a while, but in the end the two agreed on some sort of truce.

Then, after the details were agreed upon, the God of Knowledge took the floor.

[Well then... now that that's settled, it's time to adress some peculiar events that happened in Domir. I can't prove anything, but I think someone among us Gods may have had an hand in it.] (Dagda Vi)

The old God made a pause, then looked up everyone in the eyes.

[I'm talking, in case you didn't know, of the appareance of monsters.] (Dagda Vi)