AN: Why are you guys so quiet?

Well, anyways, just finished finalising the last bit of editing for book one. Which means it'll be up on Amazon in a couple of weeks. So excited. :D

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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Yes. Brutus had killed off most of the Humans of the world which was spoken of first. For it was done so in two parts. The first being a complete understanding of the Madness which has been inflected upon all Undead, as well as to alleviate some of the boredom which he had felt. Of course, he did take it a little too far, as I had desired to keep all of the words rising as a steady pace with the armies rampaging throughout each. However, it soon helped in our efforts.

For the Gods of the Pantheon had decided to gather and express their disdain for this new turn of events. Thus, turning their backs on the real issues at hand. Such as the lack of attention towards my person, and even less so when it came to the multitude of servants who were slowly taking out their key prophets and "Holy Men". Though there were quite a few who still proceeded over their afflicted worlds, they were far and few between.

By the by, this account is from my beloved wife, who would tell my person what had occurred at a later date, but before that, I need to speak to you about who was there and what they were.

There were eight Gods and Goddesses in attendance, and were situated around a crescent shaped table of white marble. The room that they were in was nondescript, in that it was simply a white space situated within their realm. Which would normally hold anywhere between twenty or thirty, and yes, this was the number within the Pantheon at this time.

Of the eight which sat within their designated chairs, only two were female, and one was a neutral gender. In that it had a combination of both anatomies, but did not hold the genitals. This one was simply an "It", and what is more, this was what it called itself. Now, this one was the first to speak, and wore only a brown robe to cover its body, whilst the head was bald, the skin an alabaster white.

"Something has happened upon my world," It spoke slowly, the voice a neutral tone, but twinge with frustration, "I assume whatever they are has spread to yours as well?" The query was directed towards everyone present, who nodded slowly.

"Has Lady Azazel been notified?" asked a small voice. Of whom belonged to a child-like creature with large, brown eyes full of age and wisdom. This one, a female, is one you should know. For she is Libra, The Keeper of The Scales, Goddess of Law, and her body was in the form of a Gryphon's chick.

"Yes Libra," spoke It, who sighed slowly whilst slouching in the chair, "She's been notified since the beginning. I wouldn't be surprised if this was her own doing."

"What do you mean?" croaked another, of whom was a large, azure and gelatinous creature known as a Slime. However, this one did not have any perceivable cores floating around inside its body, but it was in the shape of a male Human. This one, by the by, was called Oceanum, of whom was a God of large bodies of water.

Sighing once more and rubbing the bald head, It slowly iterated matter-of-factly, "She's a Lord of Chaos," unfortunately, everyone else seemed to not understand the implications, "Oh come on. Have you all not seen her grin, or heard her laughter? It's maniacal, creepy, and when I asked Ho'tuul, he said it's because she's a Lord of Chaos. Matter of fact, she's the first Lord of Chaos among the lot of them."

"Yeah, but she is the King, after all." This one came from an odd figure, one of whom had the body of a voluptuous female Human, but with a feline head. Many of you do not know this, but her name was A'tan, the Goddess of Four Corners. Once again, there is a God or Goddess of everything and anything between our two Pantheons, and yes, there is one for fecal matter.

In any case, this one had one of the strangest worlds I have ever seen, as it was in the shape of a cube, instead of a sphere which is the norm. "Therefore, she is entitled to her maniacal laughter, and you cannot say otherwise."

"Whatever," growled the other, "I just want to know why this is happening. I mean, yeah, it happens every hundred years or so, but never to this extent."

"Not to mention the fact that we always have a hand in it," muttered a muscular brute of a male Human. Of whom wore a barbaric outfit of dried skins and pelts strewn across his torso, back, and thighs, "Mostly just to keep our populaces' numbers under control." The male who spoke this time was Anna'tan, God of Rage and Sorrow, and was a brother of A'tan's.

"That's true, Anna'tan," his sister bobbed her head once, "but that was only eighty-three years ago."

"It was also postpone, if you can recall," It chimed in, "There were less souls being recycled around that time, and I believe the God King's own daughter made the trip down to the River Styx in order to make a deal of some sort. Do you remember what it was about?"

The others shook their heads slowly, which caused It to sigh and shrug, "Well, in any case, we need to figure out our next course of action. Because my own world is having its own set of troubles."

"You have a Demon Lord type of world, yes?" asked another small voice, but one that sounded very child-like. For it was a child, and only a few are much like this one. However, its stature changed every turn, and ranged from child, toddler, juvenile, a male in their prime, and an Elder. Whereas its race also differed every turn as well, but this time it was of a male Fox-kin with midnight blue fur and an endarkened hair colour which seemed to absorb the light in the room, making it seem much brighter around his person. This one is named Solannus, was the God of The Journey Through Life, and wore a simple tunic and trousers at the time.

To this inquiry, the other nodded as a hand rubbed the bald head in frustration, "Yep, and I assume the others with a similar world are also going through with the fact that their Demon King, Lord, or what have you has grown in strength at an exponential rate?" Nearly all nodded at this, which caused It to sigh once more, "I'm not even sure how I can stop them without directly interfering. Which is against the laws Azazel had placed upon us."

"The only way we can actively intervene is if the rating hits an X," growled a large Kodiak. Of whom was exactly that, and not a Beastman of any sort. For it was simply a beast which had gained enough intelligence and strength to ascend into the heavens, becoming a God. As to what the name of this one was and its category? Well, the name was Bear, and he was the God of Plentiful Fish. "Did you hear about what happened to Nira's world?"

The other seven Gods and Goddesses' eyes widened, as they had not heard what had happened just yet, "Well, her world dropped down to an X just as a massive horde of Undead wiped out... I want to say about ninety percent of the Human population. Well, they were almost all killed, before she was allowed to step in."

This news shocked everyone in attendance, as an X rating had never occurred since their time amongst the Pantheon began. Instead, the farthest the rating had ever gotten to was a T, but that was around fifteen hundred years ago. "To make matters worse," those who were muttering to themselves and with one another ceased to speak, which led to Bear slowly moving his head back and forth between the lot of them, "it's been upgraded to a Y, because the creatures are a lot stronger than what others had originally thought."

"What do you mean?" asked A'tan, who stared at the other with widened eyes.

"Nira's sister, Amiil'amesh, could not subjugate the horde's leader."

"How is that even possible?!" howled the God of Rage and Sorrows, "Amiil'amesh is at least ten times stronger than her sister is."

Bear nodded slowly at this, for he had dealings with the one they spoke of on many occasions, "Yes, but this one was proclaimed a Lich King who bolstered the fact that it served a 'Lord High God'."

Those who could, paled at the mere mention of a Lich King. For upon their worlds, the Undead were a race which was meant to be erased every time they appeared. However, if one amongst their number was proclaimed a Lich, then the whole of the world it resided upon were to band together in order to quash the creature and its armies before it was crowned a King.

Once such an occurrence passes, then the world it resided upon is branded with a Z or number ranking. For such a creature can rival the gods themselves, and only the nearby God Kings, or a mass collective of Gods and Goddesses, were needed to subjugate such a being. Especially one who dealt with the essences which were within every last one of us as Brutus does. For those types of Lich Kings have the ability to not only enslave the restless spirits of the dead, but also those who still have living bodies. Which leads to another point, they can also target the Gods and Goddesses themselves, forcing them to become the King's servants until its complete destruction.

"Wh-wh-what k-k-kind o-of L-L-lich King is-s it?" quavered the remaining God amongst the group. Of whom was an old male Human in dirty rags, and was called A'sniiz, God of Street Urchins.

Slowly, the Kodiak God shook his head, coughed once, and held a distressed look within the eyes, "It is a Lich King of the Wailing Damned, and has enslaved the rest of the Humans upon Nira's world."

Only three amongst their number inhaled slowly upon the revelation of such a situation, whilst the others were not sure about what they just heard, "It's one of the most feared Lich Kings," mumbled It, whose back had straightened against the chair.

"It needs to be destroyed quickly to ensure our survival," quivered Libra, whose body shimmered as various magick filled lights slowly shined about her body.

"The creature can manipulate souls," growled the God of Plentiful Fish, "and if a minour God or Goddess is within its range, then it can enslave their bodies and minds, forcing them to do as it so desires," The Kodiak shivered greatly upon the thought of such a being existing.

"But," called out Oceanum, who had raised his right, gelatinous arm to garner everyone's attention, "didn't you say it proclaimed to serve a God? Can't we find out who it is, and have them put an end to everything?"

"Don't you think we're already trying to figure that out?" snapped the other, "Since this revelation, we've been trying to find this unknown God, whoever he, she, or it may be, but without any luck. Even the God of such a thing cannot help the Goddess of Future-Sight."

"In any case," called out It, who had removed itself from the chair and was walking towards the only exit within the space, of which was in the centre of the area, "we need to call upon the others, as this is not enough for just our persons alone. So, come along, and let us leave for some refreshments before calling upon everyone to help deal with this mess."

Upon so saying, the group of eight grumbled loudly, but stood up to leave. However, as the last of these beings left, they did not notice Sarah. Of whom had been sitting in the far back of the area, and had been listening with a look of dread upon her facial features. "Karastak, what did you do?"