Cynthia
"No? What do you speak of?" Aimhirghin turned to rest his arm over the back of the chair and face Aphot, meeting his gaze with his eyes, as full of wildness and fire as always. The idea of something like 'a nameless force that holds doom' was intriguing yet somewhat chilling. If there were some sort of god killer, that means, well, what? That the gods could be just as weak and mortal as the creations of their own hand?

"Do we say it is evil out of fear? If the concept were to, say, focus on the morals of this beast, how do we know of its mind? What it thinks, feels? If we are to work off what you say, I think maybe we are too quick to call anything which brings demise evil. But do tell me of this nameless force, what do you know of it?"
Sidney
The trickster god grinned devilishly, as if they were indulging in a scandalous piece of gossip. "Oh, you don't *Know*?"

He tapped a delicate finger against his chin as he pretended to think really hard. "Hmmm... Well, some time ago, a sister of ours spoke of some hateful power that will come for us and our creations. Presumably, it is evil because it wishes to destroy us, but merely leaving it at that ignores the true question."

His gaze narrowed ever so slightly, expression inscrutable. "You must wonder, why? Why would Gaia, our alleged beloved Mother, give life to this thing, if it only desired to bring an end to all She birthed? Is it truly 'evil' if She willed it?"

He then laughed again, as if he'd just accomplished something hilarious, and took another sip of his drink. He continued to watch Aimhirghin's reaction with great interest. "Such a tantalizing mystery! There is certainly not a lack of excitement to go around. Wouldn't you agree?"
Cynthia
Oh, well, tea? Aimhirghin preferred drinking just lemon and hot water, but... This kind of tea he could drown in. Like a blonde high-school girl in a mall, he leaned in and listened intently, a stupid grin plastered across his face and his eyes drawn into slimmed lines. 

The whole while he looked as though he were stifling a little laugh. 'What an inappropriate topic to laugh at!' he thought to himself, which only made it more amusing.

"I do agree. Brother, have you seen this living doom that She has brought to life? It sounds like a tease," Aimhir's stupid grin that bared his sharpened teeth and the arches of his gums grew slim and wide as he resting his chin on his closed fist, tapping the fingers of his other hand on the arm of his seat rhythmically. To say he was intrigued was an understatement, and if Aphot had been selling something, I guarantee he'd have the hunter god hooked.

"Tell me, this sister of ours, did she tell the tale as titillating? I think you've sparked a great deal of interest, you could become the gossip of Gaia."
Sidney
"No, sadly," Aphot sighed dramatically. "To be honest, I'm not even sure if it really exists. I've not seen or heard a thing about it since. Much ado about nothing, if you ask me."

He thought back to Vivienne as she had announced it to the mass she had gathered for that ritual of hers. "Oh, certainly not. She seemed rather deeply concerned about it. So much so she felt she needed to conduct a ritual to 'prepare our mortals'. Nonsense, I thought, but it was fun to humor."

Though contrary to what he said, Aphot was not being entirely truthful- if at all. He had... Private reservations about the matter that were not being reflected in this conversation. This wasn't really a sincere discussion, after all. Just mindless drivel meant to distract and tease. The bad taste in his mouth as he talked about it went ignored.

He had another laugh at Aimhirghin's remark. "I do have a way with words, don't I? *Someone* Has to keep things interesting and I see no one better qualified than I."
Cynthia
"Surely. I think it better to leasing the fright by making a joke of it, you agree, don't you?" After this, his thoughts turned a bit less lighthearted. 'It's sad, isn't it? That this is what we've come to? I am new to this world and even understand that we have less power than we think we do. In the beginning it seems wonderful, but as days pass, we show how we all truly are, which would seem so powerless. No one, not even we, can control fate.' 

This conversation was beginning to make him plague his own thoughts with fear and anguish. Not a good look. He had another drink, and then another; preventative measures in case these thoughts tried to make themselves heard while he could still speak coherently.

The truth was that he was scared. Really, genuinely scared. Before this he had no reason to fear. On the surface level, he wanted to be upset at Aphot for telling him. But truthfully he couldn't be upset. If it was real - so help Gaia is isn't - then wasn't it inevitable? The thought left him with dread. Unending dread.