"I see that you lost your interest in creating different versions of ourselves. " In a swirl of an azure robe, Seriyus entered Eratos dining room.
What met him was a lidded stare from one of two most powerful beings in existence. Normal men would be trembling from the gaze alone. Then again, he was no normal man, actually he was the second of the pair.
An azure dragon of tempest and someone most people call death itself.
The dragon in question strode foreword with an easy going smile. Finally he stopped, his kimono still fluttering in the nonexistent wind.
The hall itself was completely empty safe for the two gods an a single maid standing behind Erato. The god of death was sitting at the head of a very long table. All three hundred seets were empty.
"Will that be a problem?" The monotone voice was a polar opposite of the upbeat voice of the dragon.
With a slow chuckle and a soft smile said dragon gave his answer.
"No, not at all."
"Good"
Silence, complete and utter silence... And then.
"So... The circle of reincarnation begins?"
"I guess so."
With a resigned sigh the first god in existence left, wishing his counterpart a fruitful experiment.