"Calm down everyone. I'm sure that the contract appearing and disappearing earlier was caused by the lack of magic on Earth," Chronos said, trying to calm everyone. "Just sign the contract and prepare to welcome the Almighty when he comes to Heaven."
Chronos, being the oldest of the Gods, was well respected. After hearing him, the worried ones calmed down.
"I told you nothing was wrong."
"Yeah, right. Who was the one that broke down in tears and claimed the world was ending?"
"Cough. That's in the past. You heard Lord Chronos just now. Everything is fine."
Of course, there were some that were still worried. However, when they thought of the fact the Chronos, as the God of Time, could see the future, they abandoned those thoughts. If he said that everything was fine, then they had no reason to worry.
...
After giving his speech, Chrones went inside his mansion.
"Everything is so not fine," he muttered to himself.
He looked towards the only other person in the room. He was a tall man in a suit that looked like he had never smiled in his life.
"So, you were saying that you had to write the contract twice?" Chronos asked.
"Yes, " the man answered, emotionless like always.
"Hmm, maybe the one the Almighty choose decided to pass his position to someone else," Chronos suggested.
There would surely be another annoying meeting to discuss this.
He was about to ask another question when he noticed the broken mirror in the corner of the hall. It was already thousands of years since its creation but it had held up all this time.
Turning around, he ran out of the mansion. "I'll be back soon. Gather the others for a meeting. Tell them they have escaped."
...
In the ancient temple, the girl, who turned out to be the Goddess of the Mind, had finished her explanation.
"So you are saying that the 4th Almighty choose me as his successor and now I am the Almighty?" I asked.
"Yes, " Prophecy said with certainty.
"But..." I started to protest.
"But what? You are the Almighty now and as the Almighty, you have to help us take Heaven back from those traitors!" the God of Pride said. He was a middle-aged man with an eye patch over his right eye.
"Now. Now. No need to rush things Pride. We can always get our revenge later. Now we need to have patience. After all, a clueless Almighty cannot rule us," Wrath said. He looked like a 10-year-old kid with pitch-black hair and glowing yellow eyes. Unlike what I would picture when I thought of the God of Wrath, he was looked calm, gentle even.
As if in a panic, Pride quickly said, "Of course, the boss knows best," I did not see why he was so afraid. Wrath didn't look like he could hurt a fly despite his title.
"As I was saying, I was not visited by anyone before I came here, " I said, getting back to the topic at hand.
"Are you sure that no one was around?" After a while, Raphael, the God of Gifts, added, "Even a dead body?"
Reluctantly, I admitted, "There were 2 bodies." My memories from the morning were unclear, but I do remember the bodies being there. One was supposed to be there while the other was not. Maybe someone had intervened, I thought, still confused about my predicament.
Hearing this, Raphael said, "That's not possible. The Almighty would have come to you when you were alone..."