Georgette
Amongst the Upper branches of Gaia herself there seemed to be something forming from the nothingness. Black smoke unfurling from itself and the void, bringing something here. The cloud grew larger and larger, swirling around itself and shaping into that of a humanoid. First the fingertips formed with their long, daggery black nails reminiscent of talons and claws. Then her slender arms, covered in an almost poofy black sleeve that rolled along her form like the black smoke itself even extending to her chest and lower half, only the skin of her leg, hands, and lower face visible. Her eyes were covered by the top of her hood, as it always was in this; her truest of forms. Her lips pursed and black painted, and her straight nose now tilted upwards as she inhaled deeply of the area around her. To smell it of course. 

She smelled the pain that few gods felt here, the scent of confusion and passions that had stained this place from all the gods that had been born from these branches. It was the emotions she inhaled, past and present. The stains and the fresh spills. Her lips stopped being pursed for as she inhaled, her smile grew wide from cheek to cheek revealing her maw of razor teeth and black tarry susbtance that seemed to drip from her gums and teeth, her saliva like ink itself. 

"I can smell it... Something's cooommiiiiing..." She let loose a cackle sharp and shrill, coarse and full of vibrato much like her speaking voice and with the cackle came blackest smoke from her mouth as if she had a fire of trash burning in her throat. "What oh what could it be though?" For a moment, her unseen eyes closed and she remembered her birth. How her seed was apple shaped though made of a black glass and filled with smoke that rolled endlessly, even the stem connecting her to the branch had turned black. Then it fell and she knew herself.

She knew she was to be called Sinrael, though her name to her did not matter. It was her domain that she embodied, her darkest divine duties. To her, names could change and many Gods did, many gods saw themselves as rulers of their domains... Sinrael saw herself as it's embodiment... Raw, a force of nature and reality. She was not Sinrael... She was Fear, Discord and Strife. She was the voice in one's head that whispered and tempted gods and mortals alike to act upon their dark hearts base natures. Their paranoia, worries, griefs, anxiety, arguments, drama... She knew the dark hearts of all quite well. But now she waited, for she knew something new was to be born here. Someone soon.
Katia
*As Sinrael mused on both her past and the unknown deities present, a growing seed would become visible hanging from a branch just above her head. It resembled a snake's egg, but with a few differences. First, it was much larger than a normal egg, being about the size of a human. Second as well as third, it was entirely made of gold and attempted to steal the attention of any who saw it. Finally, it shook violently against the branch it was attached to until it finally detached and landed on the one below with a massive thud.

However, even that wasn't enough to break the egg; though a pitch black serpent could now be seen within, one who looked around the area with a bored expression and no intention to exit its seed. However, that changed once its divine gaze landed upon Sinrael's malevolent form, as upon doing so the egg instantly shattered and sent its shards deep into the tree's many branches. The serpent Then began to uncoil, raising itself to a massive ten feet tall before swiftly adopting a humanoid guise.

This form was similar to his true one, with pitch black hair that was neatly combed back in a manner similar to a wealthy businessman. Carrying on the trend of opulence was his tailored suit, made of the finest fabrics and colored with the richest dye's available. His dress shoes and indeed the rest of him, despite having just come from a messy egg, were spotless and in fact had a polished shine to them. Finally, he withdrew a cane from his pocket (though it shouldn't have been able to fit in such a small space) and planting it firmly upon the branch they both stood upon. It was made of shimmering gold and topped with a skull of unknown origin that his hand gently rested upon.

As his serpentine eyes gazed upon the goddess before him, a Charismatic smile bloomed on his face like the vibrant Belladonna flower. He then proceeded to do a respectful bow and began to speak, his voice changing to whichever one would be most pleasing to the dark deity before him.*

"Hello ma'am, it's an honor to make your acquaintance. I can sense your power, its quite a privilege to be graced with the presence of such a Powerful kindred spirit in my first moments of existence. I'll begin what I hope to be the first interaction in a long line of Companionship with an introduction. My name is Aurum Avide, and I am the God of Sin: Pride, Lust, Greed, and so on. I can sense a similar darkness within you, one that doesn't desire to be a force for "Good". I adore that in a deity, I can smell the putrid Stench of morality from the many broken seeds around us and I despise it already. Thus, as the only other "Evil", as the others would say at least, deity I know to exist I am at your service. Might I know your name and title, ma'am?"

*As the newborn deity finished speaking he calmly retrieved a pair of golden spectacles from his breast pocket and put them on. They, like his eyes, were a pure golden color but completely opaque as they shielded his eyes from being viewed by others. Thus, he calmly awaited the response of his fellow deity with that Same smile from before on his face.*
Georgette
The goddess peered on as the serpent moved in it's egg, floating backwards just a few feet as the shell cracked then broke. She watched as this figure slithered from this casing only to form the humanoid before her now. Her head tilted and her smile somehow widened beyond its typical width. She inhaled deeply once more before she vanished into a puff of black smoke only to reform behind the male figure. She placed one hand on his left shoulder and leaned in close, floating in the air watching the figure's face from beneath her hood. 

"In terms of power and influence... I would say i'm in the top ten of us... ANYwhO!" She laughed, a cackled scream near his ear before she began to flip herself backwards in the air before landing on the branch a few feet behind him. "You speak as if you want me to want something... You smell... Like future codependancy... You... Remind me of someone... I knew a snake once." She giggled a bit and lurched over herself in laughter for a moment, hands on knees before standing straight again. "If you ever meet a... Good god, as you'd say, tell them you're a friend of Edon's will you? Good." She gave him a curtsy, in obvious nature to mock him bowing to her like they were mortals in a court. 

"You sir need to relax... Find yourself... Your cadence, your movements... Be yourself, good and bad and do not... Oh, do not ever try to lie or hide your heart from me. I will know. As for introductions..." She did a spin on one foot like a ballerina before gesturing to herself when she returned to facing him. "You may call me Sinrael... Mother of Discord, Lady of Strife... Blah blah blah." She said moving her hand like a mocking sock puppet. 

"I'm the goddess of fear, discord and strife... Titles are unneeded however. We're gods! We need not tiles or names, we are who and what we are! So... Tell me about yourself sweet little thiiiiing."