Once the Great king had finally made his cry, merely days after the disappearance of Life's power, every God in the realm heard his call. A cacophony of great ambiance in the air caused them to race to the enormous chapel, in which for them to meet. The final meeting of the Gods had been called. The God of the Skies, though the King, could not search for his beloved Wife alone. If what he thought was true, there would not be a happy ending to this tragic tale at all, and he would make sure of it.

The God of the sky was naturally the King of the Gods, crowned by his Father, his first born, and the God of Magic. Magic had died a long time ago, hence the fading of the King's Father, and magic of the mortal realm. Though the King may not be as powerful as other Gods such as Life and Death, he was merely there to maintain a balance for the sake of both Immortals and mortals.

His father created them all. They were all merely creations.

Losing the last bit of what he had, he slammed his fist on the grand table, and clenched his teeth in both sorrow and rage. He was unable to cry tears any longer, for his eyes were still dry from losing both of his children.
One, a terrible sickness.
The other, the first suicide of a God, years after his sister's Death.

He couldn't bear to lose his ex-wife as well, for his feelings still lingered for her, and he yearned for her smile once more.

Upon hearing the slam of his fist, his advisor walked calmly; slowly and stood next to the sickly King in a worried, yet content complexion. He was the eldest of all the Gods, the God of Wisdom. He was the first God, next to the God of Magic. Gods would come from many realms around the universe to come seek advice and judgement upon the old God's experience.

"If I may," He said, quietly and delicately. His voice quivered from the strain of using his vocal chords. "I would advise for you to settle, my King." He said, only glancing at the powerful God. "It would be quite embarrassing to be this emotional when the rest do arrive." The old Turtle was just barely was the size of the great King when he sat down, he was the shortest of Gods by far.

"Gerson." The King wined, as if he were just a mere child, heartbroken and anguished. "There will be War." He said, the anger quickly flooding back into his veins, fueling him with rage and destruction. His capabilities were far beyond what anyone could have ever imagined, and upon him being this enraged, his compelling nature was certain to fall to chaos.

Gerson always had looked for the King's health first, ever since his children had died such tragic deaths. However, he had known immediately once Life's essence had vanished, that she had not just faded away— there was too much of a power vacuum and an imbalance for her to die naturally.

His hesitance of telling his superior was merely for the King's sake, nevertheless, he could not keep such a grave secret, as his advisor.

Something had happened to Life. They had all knew that sad truth, but the question was, what?

Though she could have died, there was in fact a faint source of her power lingering in the air, keeping the balance from going completely haywire as a whole, and keeping hope that she was still alive.

And if that was the case, where was she? Was she in danger? There was no immortal host to hold her power to be reborn, upon both children of the King dying.

The tortured God sat upon his throne, distressed and sickly as he waited for the remainder of the Gods upon arrival. "If we were to just access the situation at hand! I advise—." Gerson tried to sway the King, however, he should have been the one God to know that that would have never happened. He was far too emotional.

"I advise," The King said darkly, as if he were on the edge of corruption. "That you stop talking..." his words slithered and hissed out from his teeth, warning the old God next to him. "Old friend." He said, his eyes told of a tragic story, full of despair and rage as he looked his advisor in the eyes. His old, peaceful eyes suddenly filled with a slight hint of fear, as if he were actually afraid of the shortened life span the King could in fact gift to him at this moment in time.

"ASGORE!" The doors of the entrance hall were pushed open swiftly and suddenly, causing both pairs of eyes to look straight forward towards the grand doors. "I came as soon as you called!" The Goddess herself bowed to her superior and walked over to him swiftly. Her trainer, and the only Father figure in her life sat at the end of the colossal meeting table.

Her voice was strong, the voice of a warrior and the heart of a leader. A spear, so bright it could compare to a lightning rod, however, it was such a delicate, neon blue, easily fooling any kind soul at her supposed mercy. "I know who did it!" She said quickly, slamming both of her hands onto the mahogany table. "It was—!"

"Undyne." The elder said solemnly, "Please wait for the rest to gather." Gerson said suddenly, opening his eyes into a narrow glare. The Goddess has always been smart, strategic, however, she was not quick to knowing the right solution except for the wars she had fought. She was quick to anger and blame, even if it was the most minor of reasons.

The Goddess grumbled, and sitting in a chair closest to the King with a angered huff, though a satisfied one, knowing she had caught the King's attention.

"D-do you always h-have to make such an e-entrance?" Another small Goddess waddled through the opened doors. Her apparent roundness would not allow her to walk properly at a steady pace. "I can b-barely keep up with y-you!" Her pungent odor of ramen and sweets was apparent because of her obsession with the human culture.

The Goddess of Knowledge. Though her anxious stutter was constantly audible, she was factual and remained correct. She was always searching to learn something new and lending her knowledge and brain to the humans who deemed worthy. Her oversized round glasses were always on the edge of her large nose, forming a nervous habit, by her, of pushing them back up to the bridge of her nose every few minutes, before them slipping right back down.

Alphys, Dear." Undyne said, looking sweetly at her partner. "It's apart of my routine. You should know this by now." She said, smiling.

War and knowledge. Strategies and facts. They always worked together, no matter what the situation was at hand. Working together as one, both Goddess' formed feeling for each other over time, and though forbidden, this love, due to the inability to produce an offspring, the King lets this one slide, for his closeness with the War Goddess was impeccable.

The Goddess of War is forever in his debt, as the Goddess of Knowledge was as well.

She small Goddess sat next to her partner, struggling to get on the tall chair quite a bit. Undyne helped her a bit, picking her up easily from her strong physique. "B-but could you a-at least wait f-for me?" She grumbled slightly, pushing her glasses up her nose once more.

The Goddess let out a laugh, a hearty laugh of a solider, however, was interrupted by another quiet, sly laugh. "Fuhuhu." Her voice was high pitched, and her eight arms stretched out around the edges of the grand doors. "She has speed, but at least I have a sense of style." Her wrists and neck, covered in fine jewels and gold.

Her arachnid shape was both terrifying and gorgeous to the mortal eye. The Goddess of Fortune. Corrupting anyone of her choosing at her hand with the same avaricious nature for wealth as she had. Not all humans were the same, however. Some of the worthy, though not many, aren't all able to be corrupted of her covetous nature. They are prosperous and generous when they do seek her power and are granted of said power.

Her priorities as a Goddess were twisted, only caring about how much profit she would be able to make in the end, and none about the pathetic poor lives of the remaining humans that seemed to be sucked right into her trap of both fortune and debt.

She was ruthless.

"For a few coins in your pocket, you sure do talk a lot, Muffet." Undyne hissed at the Goddess. She really was the reason why most colonies beg for her frightening power, due to the fact that someone declared war on the behalf of fortune and greed.

It was despicable.

In her eyes, Muffet was nothing but a fraud and cromulent to the mind of a weak mortal. "Oh Undyne, you really do amuse me." She giggled slyly once again. "These 'few coins' are a lot more than you will ever have in your lifetime." She grinned, sitting across from her to meet the warrior in the eyes with a satisfied smirk.

Just when she begun to counter her daring insult, yet another God ran through the open doors, lightly and fast. "I- I CAME AS FAST AS I COULD." His slight British accent was loud, as if he couldn't hear himself when speaking. He was out of breath, as if he ran a great distance to get here inside of the banquet hall. "I WAS HELPING SOME SOULS TO THE AFTERLIFE." The tall skeleton gave a genuine smile of apologies.

The King has yet to say anything in front of any of the Gods in front of him. And the silence was looming above him as the room was filled with nothing but an anecdoche. Small chatter here and there among the beings to pass by the time.

No one dared to try to speak to the King.

"Papyrus!" Undyne yelled, grinning at her close friend. "Glad you could join us so soon!" She waved, completely disregarding the glaring Goddess across from her. Though, her hand slowly lowered, and her smile faded. She knew what she was about to do would hurt her beloved friend, however, for the sake of justice, she could not let this slip by.

The God of Painless Death. The brother of Death himself, though younger, towered over Death, in the same black robe his older brother wore.

He reaped the souls that were ready to give in to the afterlife, and did not fight to stay alive so hard. His genuineness and his kind heart helped lead many souls to the chamber to Rest In Peace. He was caring, and couldn't harm anything without reason, thus the job of Painless Death was given to him and him alone, whilst his brother was more merciless and relentless.

"I AM GLAD I COULD JOIN YOU." He said, smiling and seating himself next to Muffet. His voice echoed in the empty corridor. Once his eyes had layers upon the King, his expression could show a hint of sorrow and sadness at the loss of his beloved.

All but one chair was filled, having arranged the table to seat six's rather long time ago, rather than seven, due to Life hiding herself away for many years.

No one asked about his brother, or where he was. The meeting time was called, and he was known for his delayed time. Death's lazy persona had caused a reputation among the Gods, and they were not worried about him arriving as early as the others.

"You all probably guess why I have called you here." The King said grimly, his voice low, and his soul had become dark. The pads of his fingers rested on the wood, pressing the weight of his arms firmly to support his tall figure. "You are all so powerful." He spoke, as the room silenced to listen to his deep voice. "Much more than a mere mortal." He said, inhaling a frail breath, closing his eyes as he came to his final words. "I have some to a conclusion that only an immortal could have killed Life." He said, opening his eyes once more, "One of you has killed my Wife." He looked around the room, as well as the other Gods did as well.

Gerson, next to him, only sighed, and shook his head in a slight disappointment, however one Goddess spoke up among the rest. "If may make a suggestion," Undyne said, standing up, and looking Papyrus in the eyes. "There is only one God powerful enough to kill Life." She said, and her friend's complexion grew horrified. "And that God, is the only one who didn't make it to this meeting." She growled, putting her hands on the table as well, and looking at the King.

"MY BROTHER WOULD NOT HARM HER!" Papyrus looked at the King worriedly and sudden. His defensive mode of innocence and ignorance prevented him from seeing any other option. "PLEASE! UNDYNE! YOU DO NOT MEAN THIS!" His said, in a panic.

"H-He did run away when c-confronted." Alphys added to the King's running mind. He was ponderous and thinking about the situation. His mind plagued with nothing but revenge.

"He has been acting way too suspiciously recently!" Undyne said, swaying the King further. "Disappearing acts! Lies! Running away!" She said, grinning her teeth. "We may all not want to accept it, but evidence is evidence. And it's even more suspicious when he won't take the slightest bit of time to defend himself.

"Well," Muffet said, with her high pitched voice, "if we eradicate him, who will maintain balance over the tortured?" She grinned, looking at Undyne. There was something that she knew, and The rest didn't. "Fuhuhu! This is getting quite interesting!" She grinned.

"YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN JEALOUS OF HIS POWER!" Papyrus spoke up, pointing fingers. "YOU JUST WANT TO BE THE MOST POWERFUL AMONG US ALL!" He was to the brink of tears. Heartbroken and betrayed at the actions of his good friend.

"Bring him to me." Asgore said, breaking the chatter and arguments. "And I will decide his fate."

And thus, the God's separated. Anxiously hoping to get to Death first, they all raced to find him, wherever he may be.

With his curse at hand, not even his own brother could remotely come near him. He would have to come on his own, or they would have to capture Death himself and drag him to the King forcefully.

And that, was the hardest part to decide.

The Gods were powerful, but not powerful enough for Death's compelling forces.

Would he be able to run from the many Gods in search for him?

Or would he walk to obtain the judgement by the King himself?