Yog came to, painfully, still regenerating from his battle. She was weak. There is no way to his knowledge that she could have grown so much in such little time. Where he was, he was safe. For now. Even, accounting for the children of Hered, they should have been no match for me.
Fine. Yog made his way, as he continued to regenerate, out of the small room he was in and down a long stone corridor. Guards stood at every door along the way, including the room he had exited.
The guards were servants picked from the Hidden Followers of the Faceless Gods. Most of them were Fratali, large humanoids with shoulder sails to relieve excess heat; but, they otherwise looked like Terrans. The others that were not Fratali came from a mix of various planets that were even more obscure. Scarrins of Scarra, Mizokathi of Mawry, Tet'mallyans of Mallya II, and many others.
Yog was surprised that Grammel's body had turned into something like this. Grammel had lost himself in those days, turning into something of an apocalypse. Rammel had to put him down. Grammel had broken the cardinal rule.
Yog finally made it to the main hall that once housed Grammel's brain. The Fratali had mined it hollow. As the door opened, Yog could see the impressive hall before him. The emerald walls were vast and tall. On the walls were various reliefs depicting the deeds of the Minor Ones and Fractions. The largest was Yog's sister Tiamat's destruction at the hands of Gilgahlad, who the Terrans called Gilgamesh. There were busts of all the Minor Ones. The ram-headed, Rammel, whose horns curled back like an ibex and fur only covered the top half of his face. Seeing him in his full form always struck fear in those unfortunate enough to be on his bad side, which was plenty easy to achieve. The squid-headed Talanys, whose eyes had been gouged out by his own mother, L'hrad. He looked the most like Cthulhu as described by H.P Lovecraft. His predictions were never wrong, only obscure. Yog's own bust. His likeness reminded him just how much like an arachnid he really was. Lousfrith's dolphin head was poised and graceful, just like her calculating nature. Nesbeth's head was more monster than horse; but, he represented all types of equines. His nature was the gentlest of all the Minor Ones. The falcon-headed Whisper, Yog's brother, reminded him just how much he saw through everything. Nothing missed his gaze. Talanys' sister, Sethyr, the owl, was wise, just, fair, and something Yog could never hope to obtain. And, not for the lack of trying. Whisper's daughter, Yrh'danyr, looked the most like her grandmother, Esperyn. A serpent. Deadly, fierce, and patient. The lion-faced Sorem looked regal, like his attitude. He was the child of Lousfrith and her half-brother, Nesbeth. His gifts were plenty. Kaddyr Lothbrok earned his moniker fairly, his wolf-like appearance made his body look quite furry. His rage was just as vicious. On the end were the three Minor Ones who had lost their lives. The lizard, Tiamat, who took the most after her father, A'grappa, appearing like a serpentlike dragon. Grammel, the elephant. And Ban'iel, the deer.
At the far end of the room were thirteen thrones. Each one bore the name of its occupant at its crest. Three would never be filled again. Before Yog sat Sethyr, Whisper, Yrh'danyr, and Sorem. They did not bother to convert their forms for the guards. And, they would not for him. The overwhelming power that emanated from the hall was enough to cause someone to collapse. But, the guards were used to feeling this power, having been around them for decades. That did not mean they did not fear this power.
"Yog. It is good to see you finally." Sorem said, coldly. His voice sounded deep and gravelly, like a growl. He definitely saw himself as the leader of the five of the Minor Ones in the room currently. "I have a bone to pick with you."
Yog didn't bother answering. His gaze moved from throne to throne. He was desperately trying to gauge the reactions of the others.
"I know that we may not agree with the others;" Sethyr cooed, "however, we are not to interfere with the deal we made. You cannot interfere with her training. Our forefathers' time is at an end. We are the ones that shall inherit the multiverse."
"It is one thing to interfere as you have done in the past, tempting the fractions against the will of our forefathers. For that, you have done poorly." Whisper cawed. "But, to attack a Fraction and be beaten so soundly?"
"What have you to say for yourself?" Sorem growled.
"I initially wanted to test her. To prod her to her destiny." Yog tried to cajole.
"And, yet you proved yourself to be weaker than our sister." Whisper mocked. "Not only did she steal a part of your soul; but, she also manage to damage it." He stood abruptly, reaching out towards Yog. "I'm going to do something I should have done since Yeshu'a walked on Terra."
Yog could feel something pull against him. His body began to faulter, swirls of black dust started to peel off his body and move their way into his brother's hand. "You can't do this to me!" The dust began to swirl faster. Holes began to form in his limbs and body. Yog knew his powers were not able to counter his. "Don't. You can't do this to me!" Yog screamed. His desperation and supplication to his brother echoed throughout the hall, until nothing was left.
Even the guards flinched.
"You needn't have killed your brother so casually, Whisper." Yrh'danyr hissed. "What is done is done."