Laughter rang throughout the dining hall as human cuisines from all regions were seen thrown across the long, diamond glazed dining room table as they landed carelessly throughout the room on either a piece of furniture or, instead, fell straight through a cloud. Endless strands of starlight hung from the invisible ceiling as they reflected off from the light of the full moon, dazzling anyone who saw it as the rows of starlight would occasionally tap against each other, producing a harmonious 'ring' note.

Boisterous and lighthearted complaints were yelled at one another as more and more human delicacies were launched wildly. None of them bothered to aim right as the only thing both of them wanted was to just appreciate their time with one another blissfully, avoiding the workload that was waiting for them back in their respective decision rooms.

Standing obediently in the far corner of the dining hall, Kallias kept his hands in front of him, his head bowed perfectly, with not even one strand of his black hair out of its place, as it was still held up securely in a ponytail. With the unceasing war cries being barked into his ears, Kallias couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He had never thought that gods could act so childishly; even when furious! Nodding mentally, a thought suddenly crossed his thoughts as a curious glimmer lit up in his charcoal eyes. Where was the God of Nature's soul-bound servant?

Of course! How could he have overlooked such a crucial detail? All gods are provided with a servant the moment that they are chosen to become a higher being, but where was the God of Nature's servant? Perhaps the god wasn't very contented with their presence and decided not to bring them along? Theories of where the God of Nature's soul-bound servant could be whirled in his brain faster than a tornado, making him distracted—wait; why should he care? This realization soon came to him as he mentally patted his back solemnly. He was just a servant, so asking questions wasn't allowed. With his thoughts finally in order, Kallias went back to being composed as he stopped tuning out the two's mischievous arguing.

"Give up already, Azrail! You already lost in Wei Qi, so hurry and admit defeat!"

"It doesn't count since I didn't even know how to play!"

"It isn't my problem if you've never played it before!"

"What ever happened about playing 'fair and square'?!"

"'Fair and square' perished when you asked your servant for aid!"

"For the last time! His name is Kallias!" Throwing a bowl full of kulfi Azrail dove behind a wall of sushi as a bowl of spaghetti with meatballs was fired viciously at him, barely missing him by an inch. "No one knows how to pronounce that!" Pulling out his lumber-forged flute, Yeong-Hui planted it under his lips and blew. Hearing the appeasing sound, Azrail peeped from over the landfill of food, only to yelp as he felt something swallow him whole.

"There! Are you done with resisting?" Hearing the muffled smug voice of Yeong-Hui Azrail felt a consuming fire burn in his heart as a smirk spread across his flustered cheeks. "Have you forgotten who I am, God of Nature?" Soon after Azrail yelled this did the flower that consumed him decayed away quickly, leaving Azrail free. Tsking at his now lifeless flower, Yeong-Hui chided himself mentally as he forgot Azrail could kill anything that contained life with just his presence.

"Yeong-Hui! Now that wasn't a part of the game—using your abilities like that. Doesn't this call for a forfeit?" Hopping up into the air, Azrail landed graciously on top of the table as he danced around, bypassing the incoming desserts with an egotistical look on his face. Seeing the smug expression of the God of Death, Yeong-Hui smirked. "When was it ever unlawful to use what you have to the best of its capacities?" Eluding an approaching ham sandwich, Yeong-Hui yelped as he narrowly missed a flying snow cone.

"Well, if that's the case, then how about I use what I have to its maximum?" Staring daringly down at the hiding Yeong-Hui Azrail tilted his head as a rock flew by, rushing past the translucent walls behind him. Cultivating a flower in the palm of his hand, Yeong-Hui yelled back: "Do your worst!" Not letting another second pass by, Azrail ran in light speeds as he soon appeared face-to-face with Yeong-Hui, both of them having passionate expressions on their faces as they were soon to strike one another-

"Announcing the arrival of the almighty—God of Life!" Celestial trumpets resonated throughout the dining hall as the double doors swung open swiftly; doves flying inside as dozens of hooded figures streamed in on the sidelines, all of them lined perfectly still leaving a long path for the hailed God of Life.

Halting mid-air, both Azrail and Yeong-Hui turned their heads towards the unanticipated visitor, their expressions blank as both of their hands were barely touching one another. Kallias—who stood still on the sidelines—became staggered as he hadn't been foretold of the arrival of the God of Life.

This is terribly unsophisticated!

Strolling down the path, the God of Life stared condescendingly at Azrail, his eyes piercing his soul as if he was scouting for any flaws—which, in Azrail's mind, he most assuredly already had. Silence draped over the dining hall, with no one making any movements except for the God of Life, who moved his eyes around, inspecting the room with keen, white eyes. After a moment of silence, a deep, peeved sigh came from the God of Life's mouth as he glowered up at Azrail, his eyes displaying dissatisfaction.

"What is this?" Pointing an accusing finger towards the piled-up food, Azrail transferred his attention over to it, finally noting the wreckage that the dining hall was in. Food was spread on every individual piece of furniture in there with nothing being untouched—even Azrail and Yeong-Hui had a few scraps of food debris clinging to either their hair or clothes. Withdrawing his hand down towards his side, Azrail cleared his throat and shifted his body to be facing the God of Life, his posture now straight as he promptly now bore a deadpan face.

"That is food, God of Life." Answering his question as plainly as possible, wild thoughts ran around in his brain as Azrail pondered over the reason someone like the God of Life would be there. It wasn't to taunt him—oh no, Azrail felt like he already had many people to do that to; so perhaps him arriving here would be because he found a special interest in him precisely for insulting? No, that doesn't sound right—that god is too far up in his high horse for the god to ever act in such a way.

The God of Life's frown intensified as he received Azrail's answer. Of course, he knew what food looked like! The question was:

"Why are these subsistences smashed into the throne? Even when consumption is far below us now, that doesn't mean that you should do such foolish acts as firing food! You are a god! Oh, my, this must be the most laborious task I have ever suffered; undertaking such a challenge is like seeking to become a leaf when you are a loaf of bread!" Speaking these words with a heavy voice the God of Life flattened out his ruffled hair and exhaled, his white eyes opening as they now glared scoldingly towards the seminude God of Death.

Fastening the piece of silk close to his chest, Azrail peeked over at Yeong-Hui, who was busy devouring a cream puff. "Well?" Jolting out of his stupor, Azrail looked back over at the God of Life and chuckled. "We were just relaxing in our time off, that's all. Occasionally people have to let loose and get carried away-"

"We are gods! Not 'people'! And who is this beside you?" Feeling the male beside him stiffen up Azrail glanced over at him as he saw the half-eaten cream puff almost inside his wide-open mouth, his perplexed eyes looking over at the God of Life as if it was the first time that he realized he was there. "Oh, hey!" Stealthily hurling away the half-eaten cream puff, Yeong-Hui warmly beamed at the God of Life.

"I'm the God of Nature. It's a pleasure to meet-"

"You are that one guy who almost broke down when you stepped on a flower." Pointing a finger at the male in question, Azrail spotted how Yeong-Hui comically turned into stone as his mouth was opened wide in disbelief. The God of Life scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he narrowed his eyes at the fixed god. "Typical God of Nature behavior. Well, you don't matter—Azrail! Let's go!" Jerking his head towards The God of Life, Azrail stood firm from where he stood as he peered down at the grandiose God of Life with an incredulous look.

"First, who invited you here?" Freezing as he heard this, the God of Life snapped his head to the steely male, his lips set in a firm frown. "Excuse me?"

"You come here uninvited, and still believe that you are in the position to boss me around? If I must remind you, God of Life, you are no better than any other god in this room. You hold no greater power than any of us. And as you know; appearing uninvited to a god's domain without it being official and or urgent business is strictly forbidden and, if the situations calls for it, be put to everlasting torment in the lowest pits of the underworld?" Keeping his voice steady, Azrail made sure to not make any moves that would show how rattled he was.

Clicking his tongue, the God of Life sneered once more, already perceiving that he had lost. It is true: In category three of the tablet granted to every new god which were handed over to them individually by Birth Mother, it strictly specifies that gods can't arrive unsolicited into another domain without the permission or approval of the holder of that domain. Well, unless the person who wishes to invade was of a higher power, then yes; they could very much enter liberally. Even so, the God of Life thought of this as a direct onslaught on his ego, and thus, desperate procedures should be drawn.

"How could I not have come for critical matters? I have come here for the request for more explicit records of this week's death rate, that's all. Now, come along and give them to me." With his challenging voice echoing throughout the room, both Azrail and Yeong-Hui became aggravated. Why did he have to come on such pleasant times?

"Leave."

"What?"

"I, God of Death, owner of his domain, demand for you—the God of Life—to leave this domain and to never return!" Seizing his staff, Azrail pointed it towards the God of Life. His eyes heated as the God of Life gawked at him, wide-eyed, in disbelief that Azrail had used such a move. "Go before I am compelled to use severe methods." Feeling the reinforcing touch of Yeong-Hui rubbing his shoulder, Azrail groaned in his heart. He didn't wish to do this, chiefly when it was more of an imbecile move, but he knew if he wasn't stern now, then later he would come to regret it when the overbearing God of Life was more demanding and controlling.

Glowering at the male, the God of Life yelled: "Fine! I will leave—but don't come back to me when the World of the Dead buckles down in ruin!" Turning around hastily the God of Life halted for a while as he caught the sight of a joyous Yeong-Hui who peered at him as he was about to retire, and for some reason, the smug expression of the male offended him. It was that measly god's fault why the God of Death prohibited him from his realm! If the God of Nature wasn't so flirtatious with the God of Death, then he could be inside of Azrail's Passing Room, instructing him how to conduct the dead!

Shooting the God of Nature a spiteful look, the God of Life departed with a burst of air, and everyone that came with him was gone—along with the doves. 

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