And while Voren thought about the best way to genocide some humans for nothing but personal gain and satisfaction of destroying someone who made him flee and hide before, somewhere far, far away, several powerful beings were discussing his fate.
Twelve gods, all so beautiful in their own ways that all men and women would be stunned to see one, sat at a huge circle-shaped table. In the surrounding hall, everything was arranged for their convenience: servants bringing refreshments, best musicians in history playing a quiet melody that soothed one's mind and soul, secretaries ready to make notes and bring up references if necessary.
Even the weather outside of the window was perfect: sunny, but not not hot, with a fresh breeze that brought in a scent of flowers. Just like every day in Heaven.
