The gods sat down around the large table, filling the seats quickly.

There was an look of studied nonchalance on each of their faces, or, conversely, unbridled joy and amusement, but underlaying it all was a thick, tangible sense of tension, permeating the stones of the building.

A tall, thickly built man stomped a single foot, once everyone was seated, and stood. "I, Ares, will be leading today's debate, as none of my Familia are being Named. Any Objections?" He asked loudly, his voice rippling the tension, but not breaking the surface, yet.

No one spoke, except one lonely god, whose feet were perched on the table. "Sure sure, Ares, baby, but let's move on with it, I've got places to be, packages to deliver..." he yawned easily, taking nonchalance into the realm of laziness.

"Hermes... it's been a while since you came to one of these. Has one of your Familia achieved a Level Up?" A beautiful woman with an eyepatch over her right eye asked, moving her brilliantly colored red hair out of her other eye's way.

He snorted. "Not this time, Hephaestus... I'm just here because I'm interested in what's going to happen later, like most of you. Now let's get the show on the road, Ares!"

Ares glared at him for a moment, then sighed. "Fine. The first object of business is discussion about the new Record Holder for reaching Level Two... Loki, the boy is one of your children, hmm?" He looked at a small, thin person, whose dark red hair covered her Scarlet eyes partially.

She smirked. "Indeed. My new child, Dorian. He and his father are both in my Familia, though his father joined two weeks after he did. He took 21 days to gain Level Two."

The room exploded with sound, as the gods started yelling at each other incomprehensibly, some accusing her of cheating, and forcing a Level Up, demanding retribution.

Ares slammed his foot down, the crashing sound cutting through the noise. "Loki... answer these accusations." He demanded.

"I did nothing shady, I swe~~ar!" She grinned evilly.

"Then what did he do for all that Exelia, you tricky flat-chest?!?" A small, oddly proportioned woman with pigtails yelled at her.

"Hmmm... well, he fought hundreds of monsters, all the way down to the 13th floor... then he took on hundreds of adventurers, some deprecate, but most in large groups, all at once, even Level Two's! And he never lost any fights... Then, he mastered 28 spells, and used magic to turn all his human opponents into animals! That's how he got all the Exelia, I Swe~ar!!" She defended herself swiftly, though a vein visibly bulged in her forehead at the 'Flat-Chest' insult.

Ares sat down. "I see... and how origins?"

"Midgard." She said simply.

The room silenced, the previously dispelled tension quadrupling, from water to gravel in density.

"How..." began Ares.

"Those portals that opened? Some of them went to Midgard... and Dorian and his father stumbled through one. They made it to Orario, looking for the castor of the magic... which Dorian Heard."

"He heard where the magic came from, the words, and who cast it?" Ares asked to clarify.

"He said it was a Woman, , and he said he remembers the words perfectly. Apparently, the spell was stealing poetry for Spells in this realm." She nodded, smirking evilly at a tall, ethereally beautiful woman with silver hair, and a buxom figure, who could only be Freya, Goddess of Beauty and Love.

Ares nodded. "Good... and there's no chance of sending them back? Or more coming through?"

"The portals are all closed, so no."

"Hmm... Perhaps his Midgardian Origin is the source of his power? He's never been exposed to Magic, and so he would absorb it at a much-accelerated rate." Another woman stated, tapping the table.

"I agree with Hecate, his lack of Magic would definitely cause that. But his own achievements are definitely not to be underestimated... 28 spells, some of them Super-Rare, all mastered in a few days..." Hephaestus hummed.

"And he the Guild Board of Contracts in only one week, gaining a amount of Excelia from that, no doubt... almost feels like cheating, even though it's totally fair." Hestia put forward gently, sighing in annoyance.

The other gods nodded, making 'ahhh,' faces, as his reasoning made sense.

Hermes smirked mischievously. "The boy knows how to clear a contract, I'll say that for him... maybe I'll poach him off you, Loki?"

She smirked. "I dare you to try. My Familia would yours in a ."

He paled a bit. "N-now hold on, Loki, I was only joking, take a joke, eh? He-he..." he chuckled awkwardly.

"Loki, don't bully Hermes." Hephaestus sighed. "Anyway, so we all agree that we know Loki didn't cheat to make this Elf, Dorian, Level Up?"

"I concur. All these factors, compiled, no doubt are the cause of this scenario. Shall we move on? All in favor say Aye." Ares put forward a motion.

"Aye-" was unanimously sounded.

"Good... then on to the Naming Ceremony... we will start with the highest levels, then work our way down, according to date leveled. First up-"

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Nearly half an hour later, the final Naming was interrupted by an explosion that rocked the building.

Loki smirked. "Let's not get Sidetracked, people, Ottar and my child are out there to defend us... now my Child's Name. What shall it be?"

Ares stood. "Before we decide, I think we should check to see what's going on?"

"No need..." Freya cast a Mirror, allowing everyone in the room a view through the door.

Loki laughed at the view of her child, Dorian, raging through the crowd of Cultists.

"!!!" He roared, his eyes taking the appearance of an enraged serpent, and Freya giggled a bit.

"So ..." she mumbled.

Someone got in a lucky shot, and cut a piece of his silk shirt, and he hissed, checking it immediately. The man ran toward Ottar, and Dorian howled after him like a Hellhound.

"!" He seethed, and then threw a flash-cast of lightning, charring the man dead in a flash.

The gods assembled gasped, astonished at his ruthlessness.

Then he turned to the rest, seething. "" he sneered, and roared out a quick spell, throwing strafing lightning into their midst.

The gods watched in awe as he decimated the enemy population, murdering them without the slightest hesitation.

Then he leapt forward, attacking one of the last combatants, a Lvl 3 Orc/Elf Hybrid, (rather rare,) before being overwhelmed briefly by his opponent's raw power.

Somehow, however, he turned this against his opponent, and the Orc was the one who took massive damage to his leg with a move none of the non-war gods understood, then got his neck snapped with a vicious knee attack.

Ares grunted in appreciation. "He's got good Training, that's evident... he didn't learn that in a month."

"No, he was a Martial Arts Instructor to Younglings in Midgard, both he and his father ran a Dojo, a training facility of sorts. He is a ." Loki smirked.

The battle was almost over, as Ottar warned Dorian of danger behind him, allowing him to dodge, then impale his opponent in the stomach with his bare hand, gripping his heart.

He conversed with him briefly, and then ripped out the man's heart mercilessly, and dropped it like trash.

"I put forth 'Jormungand', because he's Loki's child, and from Midgard..." Hephaestus hummed.

"Seconded..." Hermes chuckled.

"I like 'Frost-Blood'. Did you see how ruthless he was? Slaughtered them all like pigs! Uhm, no offense, Lady Freya..." one of the male War-gods said.

That was shot down quickly.

Hecate smiled. "I like 'Witch Boy'... after all, he's much like his Mistress... she also had a thing for turning people into animals, just like me... and wasn't that one of your names, in Asgard, Loki?"

The goddesses and gods looked among each other, and hummed. "Well... true... and he is still just a boy..." Loki sighed. "I second this. 'Witch Boy' Dorian."

The other gods quickly agreed, and the Name Ceremony was finished.

Ares pushed open the rusty hinges of the door, and the gods walked out, picking their way over the piles of blood, bones, and ashes, that were just minutes ago people.

Loki skipped over to her Elf, and conversed with him happily, before leaving swiftly.

Freya strode towards her Child, and glared at him icily. "I ordered you not to assist him." She said coldly.

"I did not mean to assist... I was simply telling him not to be cocky while enemies were left. My apologies, Lady Freya..." the giant rumbled softly.

"Hmph! And what about getting chummy with him, hmm? Playing games? I saw it all!" She snapped.

He shrugged slowly. "We were both waiting, and he isn't my enemy... is he?"

"Most definitely... but you must never engage him. The other gods will never forgive me if my Top Child poaches a Lvl 2..." the goddess hummed, and tapped her lips thoughtfully with a long, well-manicured nail.

She looked out over the collection of bodies, and smirked evilly. "I see... then, instead, we will make sure the Cult thinks that he has gained Immortality, and they have to kill him to achieve it... perhaps a lie about him being a demigod? Yes... that'll do." She smiled a sweet smile, and patted her man's shoulder. "Come, Ottar... you've work to be done."

The giant easily followed her, helping her over the mess dutifully.

Elsewhere, in South-East Orario, Jonathon Gyllenhaal was wandering the streets of the Red Light District.

He sang a soft spell, and was answered by Fate's Decree.

The man who had bought the whore, so as to make sure she was in Jonathon's path, walked away, buckling his pants, and received a purse of money from a small cloaked individual, who disappeared quickly.

The gods of the Conference scattered, spreading across the city, back to their homes, and their Familia's.

Across the fabric of time, in Midgard, two women were scouring the crime-scene that was where their kin had vanished, nearly a month ago.

Nearby, a dying monster released its final scrap of magical life force, and activated the remnants of a spell.

The two women screamed as they fell into a dark tunnel, though they quickly gained their bearings, and headed towards the brighter end of the tunnel.

The walk was long, and torturously hard on these non-physically trained women, but they eventually managed it, just as dawn came over the mountains. They gasped, almost in unison, and began trekking towards a column of white smoke, like a chimney.

Along the way, they noticed their ears, which had lengthened, and each decided that this was a dream, and so they should simply survive for now. After all, those who died in dreams, died in real life.

A cat-girl, wandering in search of blueberries, spotted the two oddly-dressed elves, and approached.

"Hello? Are you two alright? You're nowhere near the road..." she asked quietly, so as not to spook them.

They spooked anyway, and she quickly backed away as they fell over themselves to back away from the unknown thing.

"Oh dear... let me guess, you've never seen a Beast-person before. Okay... do you happen to know an Xavier Dorian?" She asked simply, coming to a logical conclusion.

The taller woman stood up fully, and approached her swiftly, but carefully. "You know my son?" She asked, eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"Oh! You're his mama?!? Ha! Good to know he's got friends and family... ah well. Come, I'll take you to my home. We can eat and have tea, and then talk some more. And... a bath, yes. A bath will be nice." She hummed, waving them to follow her.

The second, smaller woman grinned. "A bath and Tea? I'm in. And she knows Xavier. Let's go, Sage, don't be a statue!"