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"Where is he?" Koenma asked.
"He is not to be disturbed. You may leave a message for him, but you cannot see him now," the pretty young woman bowed.
"I have to see him now, Priestess. I need to know how much time we have," Koenma replied.
"Son of Enma, everything happens in its own time. Chronos will decide it, not you or I. He will tell you. You may as well leave," she said.
"I'll stay here until he decides to see me. Since my own grandaunt is too busy, and my granduncle seems to be the same…" Koenma settled down to wait, but before his butt could touch the seat, the wide doors opened and a Caucasian man entered. He had a long, bushy beard, a pair of intelligent grey eyes, and long, thick grey hair. He was also huge, muscular and standing at about seven foot plus.
"Thank you, my child," he said to the Priestess. "Since Karma is not around I guess I'll be the one to talk to this young upstart. Go and take a break," he said.
"Your wish, my Lord," the woman said, turning and leaving Koenma alone with his granduncle in the antechamber.
"You have your mother's eyes, and your father's temper, I see," he said.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, but something of utmost importance has occurred. I need to know…" before Koenma could finish his sentence the man put up his hand.
"Yes, I know. It's about the Chosen Ones. You're wondering how could they still be around, when by right they should be dead and the souls… No you know that already," he looked at Koenma's face. "What you want to know is how long we have until the seals weaken again." Koenma nodded.
"Come, my son. Sit down with me. I'll tell you all you want to know, and maybe a little bit more."
"The time we have, is until those girls die. Or they give birth. My sister has said that she will select several male candidates for each of the girls, whom she knows that the Creator will not allow their children to have any old souls. It will give her a chance to inject the Heirs souls into the children before the Creator can create new souls for them. She's talking to Her right now," Chronos said.
"The Creator?" Koenma replied incredulously.
"The Heirs have not made their choice yet. They must choose whether they will live here and protect this world against the Destroyer, or will they return to their own worlds and live out their lives in peace there? They will have no direct impact on the safety of their worlds if they choose to return, but if they remain they will be subject to constant confrontations, many the same kind of the crisis we had recently. They must be given to make that choice! They understand this, and if anything were to happen to the girls before the Heirs have a chance, then all is lost. The world will end," Chronos said.
"Protecting them is of utmost importance then," Koenma swallowed, finding that his throat was dry.
"Yes. Karma and I watched them as they resolved the Crystal Rose Crisis. The Four Element Mistresses are not as important as the ones called Sukina and Naoko. They are the key. The Element Mistresses cannot be destroyed before the Aegis Maid Cara and the Scion Princess Camillie are killed. If you protect Sukina and Naoko, it will be enough. The other four are under my protection," Chronos said.
"What happens if they are killed?"
"The girls will never make their choice. Instead, they will leave their posts at the Gates of Hell and avenge the girls. The amount of power they would have used would be enough to weaken the seals to the point a good sneeze would open them. That will lead to Chaos and Disaster. Furthermore, because of the way the girls are, they will rip part of the world apart because they will leave Dimensional Breaches everywhere. The girls and the Mistresses could be said to be twins to each other," he answered.
"I'll make sure that they are protected always," Koenma found his throat was even drier and before. He left the antechamber on shaking knees.