Willard
A blighted beast, Nach said. An enemy capable of striking down the gods themselves. Majesty's expression was grim as stone, but deep within a part of her thrilled at the prospect. She wouldn't call it *Good* News, of course, but a crisis like this presented... Certain unique opportunities.

So she did not withdraw, nor even back away, when the dead body of Vivienne the Witch rose from the floor like a twisted marionette. The sight drew a brief tremor of revulsion out of her expression, but no sooner had this appeared than she stamped it out with an iron will, forcibly returning herself to a state of icy calm. The future Queen of the gods could *Not* Be seen to back down, least of all when her subjects needed her most.

She fixed the beast, the pretender, with a glare that could have struck mortals dead on the spot. "You," She said, "Have no *Right* To call yourself our sibling."

Not just hers. Majesty spoke for everyone in the hall, everyone who'd helped her bring magic into the world. She had Ethros by her side, lightning spear at the ready. Her hand reached out to gently rest on Nach's shoulder, protective. 

"You have harmed Our sister in this cherished sanctuary. You have made a mockery of her elegant form. You are beyond forgiveness, and hardly deserve atonement." The utter disdain with which she spat out the words could not be overstated. It was as if all the anger in the room was being focused through her, and directed upon the wretched being that had dared to offend them all so. 

"Consider it a generosity that We offer this: abandon her form, surrender yourself now, and We will make your punishment swift." Her eyes narrowed. "Refuse, and you will come to wish that We had merely struck you down."
Mark
"Cowy-cow-cow..." *Our Nach's voice was wracked by a slew of conflicting emotions, those eyes of looming madness lingering around their defiled Vivienne with an aching heart and a rocking mind. This creature so curious appears within the guise of their beloved moffly friend, and touts a lie often told? This creature who stole away their beloved moffly friend, and now seeks to impede their party? For what? Hatred of all life?*

*Our Nach found beauty in many things, she saw splendor and wonder and whimsy and spectacle in everything. For everything was an opportunity for change, everything was ultimately of the Nachening. Indeed this creature undeniably imposed change of its own, and it sowed chaos with its actions in pursuit of ending all life. For that she couldn't fault this thing, it was admirable in that respect-... It's just that... Well it's just that our Nach wished to impose a change of her own. A change which bound this creature to a band, a harp of its bone and intestines, a xylophone of the ribcage, a drum of its skull and skin, a lovely guitar fashioned from its pieces.*

*If there was anything more pathetic than the preservation of stagnation, it was the hatred of life and insistence of genocide. How dreadfully dull, how utterly inane and worthless...* "You'd certainly make a better xylophone, you would... Oh you would, you would indeed... Bing bang ding ding ting clink clang."

"Another god perhaps, something else? Perhaps-perhaps... An older one, a kind of another make." *Majesty's grasp was followed by our Nach leaning into the Archfiend, fidgeting with herself as she continued rambling on.* "Nearly slay Tim-Tim it did, before it fled... Other gods has it felled yes-yes, indeedly. Moffly encountered it before too before she did, said before again she pitter pattered apart. Saw she did in dreams, dreams she thought prophetic! Dreams... It came to where she slept and tried a hand at having her sleep forever then too it did. Like, like it'd turned the dreaming dreams against her!"

"Now she sleeps... Sleeping of a kind. But not just this Moffly, another Moffly we witnessed pitter patter apart, as did the others of her realm they did! This cowy-cow-cow struck them all, all at once."
Joseph
Well that was unexpected. Mr Bones simply stared at Vivienne's corpse, attempting to get even a bit of information from whatever possessed it. Certainly not a voice that Mr Bones recognised, nor was it something that Mr Bones would expect any other god to do. If Mr Bones had to guess, *This* Was the threat. All the other gods seemed to be quick to threaten whatever had just arrived. Mr Bones was a bit more interested in finding out just what it was, couldn't fight something that no one knew anything about. For now, his only input was a simple question.

"Who, what, are you?"