Rolling over an open sea somewhere in the middle of Nowhere, the three gods of Prismantica sat aboard a large ship. The three of them sat in the middle of the deck around a table with a lantern on it, and the boat tossed and turned over cascading waves. Two of the gods were having a heated discussion over what just happened on Prismantica, while the other leaned back in her chair, watching.
"Honestly, What were you thinking? Don't you think you have done enough already?" Diagon, the immortal god of balance, said with his golden locks of hair shining and blowing in the wind.
"I think that is the real problem with him, the muscle-bound freak thinks with his fists and talks out his..." The Females over trailed off suggestively.
"Oh, Shut it, you wench; keep it up, and I'll start cutting up your playthings! I was just trying to have some fun, Diagon, and it didn't slow them down. Don't start acting so high and mighty all of a sudden; you left the world to us, and this one left it to just me. I decided to help the other side, they were more interesting, drop a house on me why don't you? Hehehe," Belzenrog said as he tipped back in his chair with a chuckle.
The sky began to rumble, and then instantly, Belzenrog became a glowing mass of glowing bones and sizzling light. An arc of lightning burned into the god for an unnatural amount of time; the strike blackened his flesh and melted his black and red plate armor right off him. When the light finally stopped, Belzenrog lay gasping and shaking in agony. Even though the chair vaporized from under him, he did not cry out or scream. The trials were far worse than this. The god finally got ahold of himself and shook himself.
"You know the rules, Belzenrog. We get to watch it, even though we made the mess. If we interfere, we get punished just like the boy does when he talks back."
The slow and seductive voice of Kiratorpelis said to the slowly healing god. She had pale skin and short stature. She had a modest grey dress on, but this temptress was hardly neutral. She played the two other gods like a fiddle at times and hid away other times not seen of entire centuries.
"Well, being immortal, these punishments won't kill us, but I don't enjoy being lit up like a star, either. I still can't figure out why I can still feel the pain. I haven't felt pain since my testing, and it's not a thing I want to get used to," Belzenrog said with a shudder.
"Then, don't break the rules, Belzenrog. You make it all seem like such a hard task not to interfere. Just sit back and watch!" Diagon thundered.
"They have it so easy, Diagon, and that small one, oh that one! These boys are supposed to entertain me. Instead, I am getting frustrated watching that Dak and his smug attitude!"
"Who said the entertainment was for us? The lot of you that work towards chaos's end misconstrue the traveler's task's true purpose. Those of us who seek balance know that these endeavors aim to turn the predestined events. We have all seen what will happen to this world if the event is allowed to run its course." Diagon said.
"Then, if we can't interfere, why wasn't Kiratorpelis punished for interfering with the boy and the girl?" Belzenrog asked.
"Now that was in the spirit of true entertainment, and it had no chance of killing or derailing the travelers. You added a beast from a different plane, which also altered events, which we know we are not allowed to do. It would be best if you were happy that you only got what you did and that the boy could stop it before it could alter things beyond repair," Diagon said.
You know what will happen if we alter events, Belzenrog. That's the reason we need the boys. That is unless you're tired of being a god." Kiratorpelis said to Belzenrog.
"It can't take our divinity away from us, can it, Diagon?" Belzenrog asked with a worried expression forming on his face.
"Whatever gave you the impression that It couldn't or wouldn't take them away? Do you think we are given this divinity and these planes to watch over as favors? My friend, we are the caretakers of our world. Every plane has three aspects, chaos, neutrality, and balance. These forces must guard the planes and the inhabitants. It told us that we could not go back and change things. If we fail, then it is up to The Travelers." Diagon said.
"And if they fail, we lose our plane," Kiratorpelis said to them.
"Then we just get another one," Belzenrog said.
"That's fine if you would like to wait in It's waiting room to request a new world, but because the planet didn't die naturally, you might be there for two to three thousand years," Diagon said.
"Alright, alright, I get it," Belzenrog said.
They sat in silence as the crewless ship rolled over the loose waves on the sea somewhere in the middle of Nowhere.
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It watched from the folds of reality; Things were really starting to get interesting. How much further would the other gods go to upset the world? What would be his response?
It left the view of the gods and opened its eye to The Travelers; they were doing alright, but the big one was having trouble accepting the killings. Too bad It wasn't in the game of coddling; no, that was hardly entertaining. The upcoming trials would push the boys hard this time and the next, but it would get more comfortable as they grew stronger.
It focused on the boys, but the two of them were just falling asleep. That would make sense, it has been challenging for the boys, but it would only get harder from here. It closed it's eye to that world and opened it to another, checking on another one of his creations, waiting to see if it was next.