Hey. I realize that I haven't updated in more than two weeks, but it's "crunch time" at school, with finals and state tests, so right up until the end of June, I make no guarantees as to when I can write, plus I need to get a job this summer, so I may not have a lot of time to write. Anyway, my little side story will not be in this, as I am incredibly tired and can't really remember that at this point in time, and I'm to lazy to check it out. Anyway, this chapter introduces a few characters, notably that weird cloaked thing from last time.

Chapter Four

Beeble stared at the corpse of the assassin, and then looked back at where the creature had vanished. Its cloak had remained, but it had actually disappeared. No magic worked that well, not even dragon magic. This creature had used a type of magic not seen in Sephora for millennia, not since before the Spell Wars. How had it managed to use such powerful magic without a discharge that should have killed them all?

The creature stood in the halls of its master. With its cloak gone, it kept its face down, not desiring to let its master view its face.

"Rise," its master's voice filled the hall, a strange mimicry of one of the temples of the false gods on the surface. "They think that their gods are real. They think that this 'Nerull' left them on the Deathless Night. But they will learn. We, the real gods, will return!" Its master looked at it, contemplating as to whether or not to unleash the wrath of a death god on to a rather useful, although replaceable, servant.

"Master, if I may ask a question, why did we kill such a useful assassin?" It looked at its master, suddenly fearful that it might have over stepped the line.

"She failed her duty, and she was useless. If even one of the Taimerlai house survived, then it would all be for naught," the death god stared at its servant. "Prepare to make my presence known. Kill Jaria Taimerlai."

Sorry for the short chapter, but it accomplished its need. Yes, I am making a new pantheon, and it wil be introduced over time.