AN: Hey guys, I just realized our last update happened two days after the anniversary of this fic. I updated it on the 30th of July, it was published on the 28th of last year. Time flies.

RIP TTS. For those of you wondering, I'm continuing this fic, I'm not bowing to GW's no fan works bull until they send a fucking cease and desist, because this is my hobby, if they are willing to sue me despite the fact I make no money off this then, then fuck it. Sue me, for all the money I'm not making off of this fic.

Oh, and btw, some elements of this fic are inspired by and/or based on stuff I don't own. I don't own Warhammer 40k, Games Workshop does. I only claim ownership of the characters I've made up.

Sorry for the long author's note, btw. Guest: "What will happen to non-human entities like Cyclopes, Satyrs, Fauns, Nereids, Dryads, Nymphs, Centaurs, etc?" Reply: depends, we'll see =)

Mangoose: "Question: How open are you with other people using this manifestation of the Omnissiah for other stories? I am thinking of doing something similar except I'll have the Omnissiah go to the RWBY universe and bring hope to Remnant. Also, considering how canon Zeus is far more uncaring of mortals every time he pursues his desires, I think a lot of people will immediately come to the realization that the Omnissiah is way better."

Reply: our writing styles and story goals would likely make them different characters, eventually, what am I gonna do, sue you over an OC rendition of a franchise's 'character'(concept)? Just do what you feel like, also I wish I could pm this sort of thing. As for the Zeus thing, Greece was not a good place for women outside of my fictional village. And he was actually worshipped as a respected god, and there was actually some debate at certain points in history if some myths should be dismissed as insulting to the gods…if I remember correctly.

Also, I am trying to keep certain things vague, like the dialect of Greek, and the time period. A thought I had, bronze is still being used for some people because it is better than simple iron, though iron is easier to find, and high-quality steel hasn't been made yet.


After he finished inscribing the 11th universal law on the wall of his chapel, the primordial deity visited Korban. After thanking his friend for being understanding he mentioned his lessons. In that, he would likely need to tell his new followers that he would not teach them today since he had to investigate something of importance.

When the former Athenian asked what the lessons were, he was told that reading and writing was among them. At this Korban volunteered to teach them in the evenings if the deity was not there. The fact that the priest could read and write was a pleasant discovery, after thanking the priest again. He promised his friend reciprocity for his help. The two households of his acolytes were informed of his departure. In his place, Korban would give them lessons in writing for that day and possibly in the future when away.

'Now, how am I to find the underworld?' after thinking of what he knew about myths, 'Heracles was guided to Hades' domain by Hermes and he does the same for souls no?' with a starting point in mind the trinity reached out with his senses and took in the strands of faith all over the land. He flew as he searched, and he began to identify which was connected to each god. They were like streams that sought out the intended deity, joining with more faith from other people, and eventually finding their way to their destination.

Hermes' faith was much more spread out, streams going in multiple directions only to join another stream going the other way. 'Well, he is the messenger of the Olympians, and he has several duties if I am not mistaken. He likely caused this through his constant movement.' after a little while a thought struck the Lord of Machine Spirits, 'I don't need to find him, I only need to find convergences of this faith to see where he goes often.' It was in a sense like footprints, the streams would be left where the god was. And move away or fade with as more time passed, provided the god did not return.

Drawing upon his own faith he extended his senses greatly, attempting to single out Herme's faith among the others was challenging. But it was made easier by attempting to find large convergences. It took over an hour of high-speed flight to find what he was looking for, but among the convergences, he found a ruined temple on a large hillside in the wilderness. The entrance was collapsed, but he could feel a barrier there.

As he walked his robes flowed in the wind, once the stones were directly in front of his face he pulled at the barrier, and found himself entering another space much like Olympus. 'Just as Hades said, though I assume the underworld is larger than Olympus given it is almost the entirety of Hades' domain.' the deity moved. He saw what appeared to be a massive underground structure, far taller than the hill outside. Dark stone with gold accents, multiple colours of gems in the walls, and carvings of almost anything you could think of. The decor was a sight to see, most likely greatly intimidating for mortals. While Olympus was colourful and bright, the entrance to the underworld was more muted in colours, and dark. Not truly sinister, just not shining.

Behind him was a nondescript gate, but in front of him was another gate of larger size. As the deity got closer he noted the solid gates were ornately carved it depicted what was likely the various parts of the underworld. The gates themselves were some form of bronze, it almost hummed with energy. A moment later he pushed the gate's doors open like he would have before he took on a physical form. As the door opened he was met with a sight, three heads. "Ah, the famous guard dog of Hades, Cerberus."

The hell hound began to growl, though rumble would also be accurate given how loud it was. "I do not know if you can understand me but know I am not a mortal, and thus you are not charged by your master to keep me out." a step closer, the three-headed dog let out a threatening bark from its center head. The Omnissiah did not take another step forward, choosing to instead project his domain. Cerberus paused before his growling increased in volume. When his domain began to be applied heavily the child of Typhon surged forward with a roar.

The primordial being mentally sighed before exerting massive physical pressure to push the hound from the air to the ground. The pressure had to be balanced between enough to keep the dog down and hurting or even killing him. The Lord of Mars spoke when he was puzzling out his emotions, "This is annoying," he had felt that before, but his body made it more vivid. As he struggled to keep the struggling monster from getting up and attacking him again he saw flashes, heard voices.

He saw through the eyes of what must be a Skitarii warrior, there were creatures with deformities and oddities that made them seem alien, "Die mutant beast!" at that moment the hate for this unclean filth filled him. His vision cut back just in time to halt and throw the grandchild of Tartarus back. Just before he acted again the Lord of Mars paused, 'Why did I feel my servant's emotions, and why did that… hate resonate with me?' before an answer could be determined he jumped out of the dog's reach, floating safe, now inside the gate. Cerberus jumped in an attempt to get him, rather high too, but not high enough.

'Troublesome,' a thought occurred to him but he squashed it, 'Hades will not take me killing his guard dog well. And unlike my servants, I have the means to tame violent beasts.' Soon after he thought that the Lord of All Machine Spirits applied pressure to essentially 'tie together' the legs of Cerberus. He did the same for each of the mouths, and then put even pressure for the hound to remain on the ground.

Altogether it was a slightly exhausting task, the beast was not weak by any measure, likely even among beings known for it. The tri-part deity moved to the divine beast's side the heads growled as he came closer, "I will not hurt you, ease yourself." he placed a hand on the canine's middle head. He applied gentle stroking and scratching to the scalps of the other heads as he stayed with the central head. "I am here to explore, I won't cause trouble for you master Hades." his voice was gentle, the dog seemed to relax ever so slightly.

'Perhaps he is more intelligent than a simple beast.' he loosened the pressure at the hound's legs while keeping his hand on Cerberus' head. When the dog remained calm, his legs were released. The three-headed being sat up slowly, the two outer heads were unrestrained, before the same was done the middle head. Not relaxed, but certainly calmer, "Good boy." the dog's tail twitched at the words, a smile graced the lips of the Omnissiah's face under his hood.

Still petting, yes it was petting now, Cerberus' head The One of Invisible Works looked into the new room. It was very similar to the previous one except for the large dock. And there were shades, people that were partially transparent, souls. Some milled about, others made lines. There appeared to be a small fleet of boats with one being much larger than the others. On the sail of that large boat was a stylized depiction of an oar.

It was interesting to see the souls of the dead, the only experience he had with souls, that he remembered right now, was creating machine spirits and Praxis. The Granter of Directed Motion reached out with his senses, still absently petting the hell-hound, he felt the beings before him. 'Curious, there is something there, something, that is mine. But it isn't. Almost as if I must claim it.' Before could reach out further to experiment he heard a voice.

"Well, if this isn't a sight, I don't know what is." the voice was one he recognized, Hades. The Lord of the Dead looked much the same as the primordial had seen him before. The same clothes, though his teal halo and eyes seemed to glow in greater brightness here than they had at night in the upper world. "Cerberus being petted by someone else, and an intruder too." at the end of that sentence he lightly banged the end of his bident on the ground.

The weapon was not overly decorated, but it was flowing with the energy of the King of the Dead. 'Not what I planned, but I suppose since he is here.' a laugh escaped the crimson cloaked deity, "Well he certainly put up a fight, I only got him to calm down after a large amount of effort."

The chthonic god hummed in response, "Now tell me, who are you, I have an idea. I came here because Nyx and Erebus told me they sensed something 'different yet familiar' near the entrance of my domain."

A chuckle, "Is that so? Then allow me to introduce myself, I am the Machine God, The Omnissiah, and The Motive Force." he had spoken his titles many times but it almost felt as if they had physical weight to them now, however slight it was, "You may call me Omnissiah."

Hades studied the one before him, Cerberus had moved and now it was just him and this robed stranger. "A god eh. I heard from my wife that you were visited by Athena and Hephaestus. That you were to be invited to a celebration on Olympus in a couple of days time. Have you heard of this?" the ruler of the dead received a nod, "Then since you are here, what are your domains, and what do you want here?" the eldest son of Kronos was now certain this being in front of him was the cause of the recent warnings and thus almost certainly a primordial. Not something to treat lightly, even if he was intruding.

"Machines, Knowledge, energy. At the most basic." Hades nodded, "But that is where it gets tricky." the chthonic lord focused in at those words, "I am supposed to be Omniscient, yet I find myself without much of my knowledge. I continually remember more bits and pieces yet it is little. However, I remembered something last night."

Continuing to humour and listen to the red-robed incarnation was not hard but it was certainly not comfortable. "I remembered the following, 'A Soul can be bestowed only by the Omnissiah'." the words were preposterous. Souls were something that gods and mortals had on their own, no one created them individually. They took form in mortals as they formed. Yet, Hades could almost feel the strength behind those words.

As if they were immutable, yet they weren't. "I am sure you can see my conundrum, how does this affect your realm, is it right? I can tell you I have created spirits for my creations. Whether flesh or metal." that caused worry to form in the mind of He Who Receives Many Guests. It was one thing to breathe life into something, and allow a soul to form from it. But this was not what Machine God meant, Hades was sure of that.

"And I was just about to reach out to one of these shades when you arrived." that brought Hades' attention.

"They are mine," there was a tightening in the god's grip on his bident. His eyes narrowed, "All mortals and gods become my subjects eventually. You have no right to them." his voice was firm and steady.

The Lord with No Face thought for a moment, 'Do I want these souls, even if we have a claim to them? They do not worship me, they have not sworn themselves to my service.' he shook his head, Hades tensed when he saw this unaware of the other deity's thoughts, 'No, I shall have enough living servants as it is.' That prompted another thought, 'Yet I am a long way off from creating the technologies that can sustain my acolytes and especially my priests. I know they exist but I do not know the process of creation. I can not spend all of my time and energy maintaining my servants manually. I-'

His thoughts were interrupted by a particularly strong vision, he held a hand to his head. A light groan unconsciously escaped him causing the inheritor of the underworld to tilt his head. The trinity saw darkness and hear words from a distorted voice. "One day the crude biomass you called a temple, will wither. And you shall beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved." the darkness gave way to a… a servo-skull, "For the machine is immortal." 'Yes of course,' "Even in death I serve the Omnissiah."

'Indeed, they are not released from my service, even when dead. But until I have the means to create the technology so my followers can do this for themselves under my guidance. I shall have to ensure I do not lose them to death.' he looked over at the still tense Hades, 'Arrangments shall have to be made then.'

"I doubt that, but I won't claim any under your care as of now." that sentence was both a reassurance and yet it wasn't, due to the 'as of now.' "Instead, I shall make a proposal. I have recently gained acolytes, they have sworn themselves to me over all other gods and leaders. And that their service will not end until I release them from it. I want an agreement between us, that you shall not challenge my claim over any of my servants should they die."

"And why should I do this?" the king's voice was almost aggressive.

"Tell, me, Hades, forgive the informality. What issues does your realm face? I may be able to offer ways to, ease, your burdens."

The eldest son of Kronos seemed confused, "Ah, well." he thought for a moment. "I can't say I expected that question. And I do not think that there is anything you can offer my realm. The few issues we face are souls attempting to escape Tartarus and...ugh, pile-ups of parchment and paperwork that needs to get done in order to keep records."

Flashes of Pict-screens that showed databases, "Ah, hmm, I would assume that organizing all those is also a hassle, especially when you attempt to retrieve anything."

Those words caused the god of the dead to loosen his grip on his weapon and groan, "Indeed." a moment of silence passes before the deity in black fixed the Crimson robed God with a questioning look. "What are you planning?" his tone slightly suspicious.

Answering honestly, "Tell me, does your realm have any craftsmen or inventors?" the question caused Hades to raise an eyebrow.

"Where do you think those people go when they die. Of course, we have the best and worst to ever be among the mortals. I make contracts with the most competent ones to serve me, the rest are free to do as they wish. Unless they are in Tartarus that is. Why?" the question was met with a startling answer from the Lord of Rusted Soil.

"Take me to your best inventor, I shall bless your servant's creations with my domain. This shall enhance the result of tasks you set for them. In exchange, I will claim my acolytes. And you do not have to do documentation to keep track of my servants since they'll be out of your hands, less to manage as well." the words wonderful but words alone would not sway the Lord of the Dead.

"How many 'acolytes' do you have?" the question could be used against him, but the Omnissiah did not see the risk as anything worrisome.

"Currently, 6," a pause to think, "and I do not expect that number to climb fast enough that you won't still have over 90% of the souls of the dying for at least a century." within his thoughts he reasoned, 'It shall take a long time for large amounts of people to follow me alone, even then, most will choose not to, even if only to not anger their gods on Olympus.' he spoke again, "Besides, I intend to help humanity grow, expand, and improve. From a rather morbid, standpoint." the Machine God pulled back the hood slightly to meet the other deity's eyes, "Even if only indirectly my followers and I shall ensure you will have more subjects join your realm than ever before. Even if they live longer before they arrive."

The god of the dead was used to dark things, but that was indeed rather cold and morbid thinking. He would at least see if his...guest, was in fact capable of giving Daedalus any noticeable help. His Head-craftsman was rather cross with him at the moment, mostly owing to the ever-present workload that came with maintaining such a massive domain. "Follow me." they moved closer to the docks, looking back Cerberus was now sitting at his post again dutifully. The many souls present at the docks bowed to Hades, and despite the fight with Cerberus, few looked at the Lord of Iron Sands.

'Perhaps they did not see it.' the Life Sparker reasoned 'Though how I do not know'

"Most would have to take one of the boats guided by Charon, keep up or you'll find out how labyrinthian the underworld truly is." Hades shifted into some type of owl, and took off down the river, keeping up with him was rather easy. The river was long, some sections had caverns ceilings above it. Other times there would be grand open spaces that seemed to hold a sky. At certain points, the river would shift into different colours and consistencies.

Eventually, the two of them arrived at a grand palace. It was surrounded by exotic, beautiful and almost unnatural gardens on a vast plain of grey grassland. In a similar style to those on Olympus, yet larger than many of them. It was in darker colours, but it still had many vibrant splashes of colour throughout. Having already shifted back the lord of this house guided him through its halls.

The palace's staff gave respectful bows to Hades and when they thought no one was looking, confused looks at the person following their master. The halls had many beautiful tapestries, "Athena's yearly gifts to Persephone I assume."

Hades stopped and turned around, narrowing his eyes at his 'guest', "And why would you assume that?" his tone was even but behind it was a hostile concern.

"It looks like the tapestry Athena gave your wife two days ago." Hades stared for a moment before recognition hit him.

"Now that you mention it, Persephone did mention who had admitted to spying on the meetings between gods. I guess that includes dinner parties?" his tone was not harsh but it wasn't pleasant.

"There was little of interest until they decided to call you. Since I am here, whether or not I am a 'primordial' I feel I should apologize to the resident couple you mentioned when we began our conversation. I trust Nyx and Erebus are not feeling ill this time?"

The familiarity that was present in the way the Machine God spoke was slightly odd, considering he had never met either of them. But Hades hummed nonetheless, "Hm, no. Not this time, no, and I am sure they would appreciate that. Perhaps after we see to my Head-craftsman." They continued to walk, "What was the tapestry this time, I didn't see it while I was topside?"

"A tree to one side, and a lake in the distance. Rather beautiful, though I prefer...more sublime art." in his mind the sights of the cathedral walls on Mars, came to mind. All factories could be considered his temples, but artistry and beauty were not often built into the factories. Though the spectacle and grandeur of them often held beauty.

Yet another hum and then they entered a room, "Daedalus! Come here please!" the lord of the house shouted. It sounded through the hall. It was not as tall as the halls they had just left. And each door was labelled with signs of the room's purpose.

"Coming coming!" a muffled shout came back an older man of average height came into view, he was more solid than the shades at the docks. But the Omnissiah's senses confirmed the craftsmen who crafted the minotaur's labyrinth was in fact dead.

"Daedalus, apologies, but this...diety proposed a deal with me. And-" Daedalus for his part surprisingly cuts off his lord, the god of the dead.

"So you need me to build something for him, this better be my forewarning and not a demand for it to be made now Lord Hades, I can't exactly-" a loud cough from the black-clad lord caused the craftsmen to pause, "Apologies my lord, I was working on a frustrating project before you called."

"You do enough work for me I am surprised you don't do that more often. But no, we are here to see if he can hold up his end of the offered bargain." a chuckle escaped the trinity before he removed his hood.

"You say this as if I am somehow incapable. But if I can, do we have a deal?" Hades nodded, in the mind of the King of this land, it was probably for the best to not cause himself more headaches over a couple of souls, that weren't even his yet. Even when they do die, and they are numerous, if he got something out of it, it was worth not pissing off a primordial. He had seen his vicious guard dog, who was capable of giving gods trouble, laying subdued and being petted. "Excellent."

He extended his robed arms, his hands splayed out, his focus set on the whole of the craftsman's workshop. He looked at the man and spoke "Daedalus, do you accept the blessing upon your workshop? That your tools, and future creations shall be filled my machine spirits? That should you treat them well, they shall aid you in your endeavours?" as he spoke his domain seeped out filling the room, leaking into the other rooms in that hall.

The Father of Icarus was taken aback, not in all the time in his life on the surface, nor his life in the underworld. Had he ever felt more… exposed, he the grey eyes of the supposed deity, the flecks of gold in those eyes seemed to shine like stars against the sky as the divine being spoke. Those bright red robes, a mere oddity, were now striking. And behind the head of the deity was a faint glowing cog, the colour of which wasn't distinct. He had used gears in a few of his inventions, but.

"Ah, ah, yes?" a smile graced the deity's lips and his domain sunk into the stones and other materials of the workshop. And it set to a purpose, to instill machine spirits into the tools and machines that stayed in this workshop for long enough. It would take a while for the blessing to take hold on its own, but it would allow any tools or machines that stayed for a day to eventually form a spirit without his direct creation. "I don't believe we were introduced, who are you?"

Before answering he turned to Hades, "I am the Machine God, Omnissiah, and Motive Force. I hold domain over all machines, all knowledge, and energy. As well as few other things." his tone was rather amused, "Now then, perhaps we should see that project you were working on, you might find it easier to complete than you were expecting."

Daedalus nodded and the trio entered the room the craftsman had exited from. During that affair, Hades was taking in the other deity. The Machine God's domain felt old and vast. Like a city filled with energy and life, a bustling center of progress. And deep, as if beneath that city was a library that went into the earth, that if it had no ceiling, the light of the sun would still fail to illuminate it all. And in that darkness was something. Or perhaps it was multiple somethings. Burning, and yet cold. Contradictory yet mingling, separate, yet together. Even buried as those dark things were, it made the Lord of the Dead glad he humoured the primordial. 'And if he isn't a primordial I will throw myself into Phlegethon headfirst. The burns would give me something to focus on other than the sheer impossibility that he isn't a primordial being of creation.'

"I was working on a mechanism that is supposed to constantly pull water in a consistent stream to fill a tunnel construct I've designed to transport water. But it either jams or is incredibly weak." the inventor showed the prototype to the two deities. Each looked at it, one deeper than the other, and a problem was identified. A small smile formed on the lips of the Lord of Machine Spirits.

"Your design is good, but I believe I've found the issue." he sped up the creation of the machine spirit and manipulated the inner workings of the mechanism. While explaining what he was doing to the former human. The pair moved over to the craftsman's planning area and found parchments and papers to put the altered design on. They began to talk, anything that caught their attention, questions back and forth. Over that conversation, it was also mentioned to the craftsman the nature of the spirits his tools and creations would have. Treat them well and they shall assist you more, praying to the Trinity would help as well. Each learning or relearning from the other.

A cough brought them out of their discussion, "As much as I hate to stop you, it has been nearly 45 minutes, and I believe we need to finalize our bargain." Daedalus for his part looked mildly embarrassed, though he pushed that off quick enough.

"Ah of course, then I have your word that you shall not oppose me should I need to claim the soul of any of my acolytes?" Hades tilted his head.

"All you want is my word?" he raised an eyebrow.

The Omnissiah scrunched his forehead, "Do you not plan on keeping your word?"

The teal-eyed god responded, "Ah, um, no? I plan to hold up my end. But do you not want any reassurance? You've done your end, with this workshop, and all you need to do to continue holding it is claim your servants in the future. But most would ask for an oath on the Styx for my end."

A nod, "The Styx is a river in the underworld no, I do not know much of your realm did we pass over it? Does it have mystic properties that would make it useful here?" his thoughts were in the affirmative to all of those questions, but it is better to er on the side of caution then presume you are not ignorant when you are not certain.

"She is the river of the underworld, but she is also the goddess of oaths. To say that breaking an oath sworn in her name is unpleasant is an understatement." Hades repressed a shudder at a memory.

The Granter of Directed Motion hummed, "Well if you have no objections we could use her services in this. Ah, Daedalus. May I have two sheets of this parchment, please?" the inventor listened to the conversation with a bit of surprise, given that the claiming of souls wasn't something that had been done before, at least to his knowledge.

Using his focus through telekinesis two identical contracts were made. Each stated what each side would offer and what was needed to maintain the contract. There was also a clause that would permit Hades to request repair to the effects granted to the workshop should they stop working as intended. And a clause that should either side break the agreement then both sides would be free of their obligations each keeping hold of the things or people gained from the contract previously.

He telekinetically grabbed ink and writing implements, "I trust you'll guide us to her to finalize this contract." he spoke as he handed over the parchment to the King of this realm. Hades for his part read the agreement quickly before nodding.

"Follow me, Daedalus, you can follow us or get back to work." The Lord of Rusted Soil pulled his hood up again as they moved to exit the room. It seemed he wished to see more of the visitor since the three of them moved through the halls at a quick pace. The group moved through the grey grasses surrounding the palace and found themselves at a flowing river. "Styx come to me." Hade's voice carried clean and deafening despite not being at all loud.

A woman with flowing hair of various dark shades and colours in a red and blue dress emerged from the river, a slight smirk on her face, "It is not like you to call me Hades. Need something?" her playful tone hid her vicious nature well. Hades for his part turned to his hooded guest. The goddess looked over at said guest, "Well, hello there tall and mysterious. I don't believe we've met, though that isn't too surprising since I keep to myself."

She didn't seem to notice the inventor. Her non-serious almost flirty tone was noted but not processed by the Primordial. "I am The Machine God, The Omnissiah, and The Motive Force. It is good to meet you Styx. I was told your name tends to be sworn on when it comes to oaths. Tell me, if you were to have a hand in this contract, what would happen?"

She took the offered parchments and saw they were identical before she read them. "Well, I can't say I've ever worked with actual physical oaths before. But for something like this, hmm. I'd likely restrict the one to break the contract to minimal power for a year. Essentially making it difficult to do anything but maintain one's domain. Assuming you let me have the contract bind you both."

Her tone was more serious but it held a little bit of her previous one. 'This would only apply to the one who breaks the agreement, and it ensures I am given claim without dispute to my acolytes.' "Is this agreeable to you?" he spoke as he turned to the husband of Persephone.

The black-clad god nodded, "Yes I have no intention of going back on my word."

With that, the Omnissiah nodded to the goddess who pushed her domain into the parchment, on both copies a new clause appeared at the bottom, stating the result of breaking the contract. She gave the agreement back to the two deities with a wider smirk, both signed with the ink and implements. And each felt small almost invasive chains that soon disappeared.

Each put their copy of the contracts away as the river goddess spoke, "There we go. Now then." she turned to the red-robed deity with a smirk but seeing her the Lord of the Dead chuckled before speaking.

"Styx, I get that you don't get out much and that you like the mysterious type. But I'll tell you right now, he is almost certainly a Primordial." the eyes of the Oath Binder widened before she spoke in a slightly surprised tone.

"I...was not aware Primordials could be, new, I've not heard of you. Even I am not that ignorant of current events, let alone more fundamental past events." matching Hades' laugh with his own, the Life Sparker shook his head.

"I wouldn't say new, just, newly awoken?" his tone made it sound like a question and as if in some sense he wondered himself, "Though that reminds me, now that the agreement has been solidified. I did say I wished to apologize to Nyx and Erebus should I turn out to be the one to cause them discomfort."

The One Who Receives Many Guests nodded as he sighed, "I seem to be your personal guide at this point."

"Well, you could find one of your servants to do it for you." the Machine God proposed.

"No, no. Assuming you leave the underworld afterwards, I'll guide, might as well at this point." they began to walk. A group of four, he noted with a sigh, 'Not that I blame Styx, I'm sticking around because even if nothing bad happens, this meeting is sure to be unique.'


AN: I never mentioned that Korban could write to the Omnissiah, right?

Also, a bookmark for myself. It has been 5 days(slept on the 5th night), invited that day? So we are on day 6(close to midday), which is two days away from the party, which will be on day 8?

Fun fact: Messiah means anointed one, the reason I decided to have Omnissiah mean all savour is because of the more modern meaning of Messiah is as a word for savour. Also, all anointed doesn't sound as good.