Cornelius
*Watching the cycle of life spawn and wilt in front of you, over and over. It does things... Messes with the mind, sometimes. Even the most outrageous and notorious deities need but a moment to rest, what better place than the comfortable branches of his former mother? The titanic orange serpent coils and nests around one of the many beautiful and perfectly cut hedges of the gardens... Soaking in the vast beauty and array of vibrancies, it was unusual for the god of change to be willing to relax. This was a split of his consciousness, split away to try and calm the nerves of his other appearances. The exchange with Pureman begged for some time away from it all.*

*The silence was refreshing; he expected gods to show up and pester. Such was the way of curiosity in this world, born to struggle against the fate they were given. Indulging in questions was not a bad way to pass the time, though Edon often wished they didn't ask the questions to him. What was up with that? So many gods wanted to come see him all the time, so many visitors... So little time to play with them. He finds peace in the normal environment. Alternatively, someone may pervade his wishes and continue to sprout conversation.*

*This form was simply too weak to participate in violence, so the questions would have to be answered. Not necessarily truthfully, the large glowing display of energy pulses faintly as the creature continues to coil and constrict one of the nearby plants. Shrinking down to nothing more than a small common snake, trying his best to avoid attention. Though the unforgivable and unmissable stench of wrongness still seeps from the monster's bated breaths.*

`"To think you are the cause of my problems, dearest shrub."` *The snake calls out, his voice a cacophony of various tones and songs, every syllable a new performance of mixed echoes and delightful humming. It was almost enticing, was this version of Edon... Happy? For now. That may be the case.*
Genia
Amythyst didn't come to the gardens, no, she was drawn to them. Finding her way up again into the upper branches, where precious pockets of peace lay. She didn't sit and read her grammar books to distract herself from anxiety or sadness. The garden seemed to absorb all the noise and chaos she had seen. She walked carefully, almost testing every step before she took it. After her fall, she wasn't going to keep her head in the clouds. That's when she heard the voice. 

** "To think you are the cause of my problems, dearest shrub."** *What?*

"Who? Me?" Amythyst breathed. It was half thought- half speech. *That voice couldn't possibly mean me. After all, I'm sure they even see me. Still, I could be a problem. That all depends on how much attention they paid in school. I could solve their problems then.* 

Amythyst almost took a step, and then she took a step back. Was she really going to meddle with more gods? *Well, actually, more siblings if my information sources are to be believed. Why wouldn't they be? What would one have to gain from lying to *Me?* *

The whole world revolved around her. She was newly born, unaware of anything but herself. There was so much exploring to do, so many new people and view points to meet. Because of that fact, Amythyst couldn't resist. She took a step, and then another. Closer to the voice. The one that spoke to *Her.* So what if she had been called a shrub? She had been called weirder names, like Amethyst. Her steps got a little faster, and her heart fluttered. What had she done to cause someone's problems, someone's pain? What lengths would she go to fix them? The answer to the first question was not so easy for her, yet the second one was elementary. She would go the length of the garden.

Amythyst called out as she got closer to where she thought the voice was and gripped her book a little tighter. She exhaled sharply. A chance is not torture, after all. Should she be the problems or not, it was worth trying to help out a sibling. It was decided, after her long hesitance. ** "Hello? May I help you?"**
Cornelius
*A long, dramatically drawn out sigh echoes as Edon hears the first signs of another deity walking round, a voice he was not familiar with. Yet one all the same... The small snake continued to lounge around in the hedges and bushes, silently stalking and watching over the prey before him. As the strange foe grew closer and closer, he would eventually peer through the foliage, two amber eyes pierce like daggers to the soul. He was riddled with wrongness... If she hadn't felt it before, she would feel it now. The curse Gaia herself, their mother had inflicted. Even newborn gods could feel the rot that emanated from this vile creature that told them to flee. Though from this tiny and clearly weakened form, surely there could be no harm.*

`"I did not mean you, I meant her."`

*The coiling mass of scales finally scoots through the leaves and sits atop the bush, rather peacefully. Wrapping their large rattler tail around the full extension of the body so it could lay out flat like a frisbee. Enjoying the cool breeze and dainty rays that protruded from the newly complete star ritual. For one that embodied eclipses, it was certainly a guilty pleasure to find the god doing the equivalent of sunbathing. In regards to what they were pointing at, the snakes head tilts towards the vast branches and construction that makes up the world tree. They were blaming the thing that birthed them for problems.*

`"You are the second deity I've met to ask before trying to do something. The first was surrounded by idiots. If this were any other land... You would be back to the fruits of which you came, consider my time valuable. I am here to relax. I do appreciate the minor hesitation, many of your kin lack it so direly."` *Your kin? Wasn't this snake meant to be one of them... What made him different, the natural aversion was probably a good start. In reality it was a self proclaimed title, but to an unassuming passerby such as this. It may raise more questions and do more harm than good. The voice still carried that confusing and ever shifting tone, this was a peculiar creature...*
Genia
*"... I meant her."* *Her?* Amythyst's breathing picked up. This was another lesson the young goddess had to learn. The world wasn't hers and other gods had problems beyond her scale. 

She considered walking away. This clearly wasn't her moment. It was the wrong moment. Everything was wrong. The wrong started near her chest and spread out. Why did she feel so guilty, while being innocent? The feeling circled and spread around her like Melancholia's smog. Just like in the Land of Eternal Rain, she was paralyzed. Frozen with her feelings. What was that feeling that wanted to take the blame and be the but of every joke? The cause of every problem? Why was there a nostalgia connected to blame? Amythyst couldn't breathe. The words the voice said barely registered in her head. 

"...Idiots..." 

It wasn't an attack on her, yet she felt the label described her. She was an idiot for assuming everything was because of her. Why couldn't she snap out of it? Wasn't it good she could realize her errors? 

Amythyst let out a small cry, finally she was able to breathe. With a breath in, she reminded herself of the definition of idiot. It wasn't her... Completely. With the breath out, she remembered the word that came right after in the dictionary. She replayed the words that the voice said. Was she taking too long responding? Would the voice relax in peace and be startled and annoyed when she talked again? What could she say to prove she was worth someone's time? 

** "Thank you. I can leave, if you desire, but if you allow me to stay, I could tell you something that could solve atleast a few of your problems... Regardless of their origin."** Was this stupid? Oh yes. Was it annoying? Probably.

However, Amythyst was a moth to a light. A moth to a flame, an Icarus. The feelings of her self doubt and idiocy were familiar, she paid no attention to them. Any reflection she had done would only hit and affect her later. Later when she found a serene spot to call her own. There she could truly see what she had done. For now, she wasn't going to stop until she got burnt.
Cornelius
`"Kyeheh... Kyehehehehehehhe..."` *The god cackles at the posed question, studying her emotions and reactions. Watching the goddess become lost in thought, such doubt and hesitation. He had seen it before, yet another new deity must walk the realm... Though they seemed less intent on getting questions answered, the tiny snake pulls a small grin as his eyes flutter and shut, allowing himself to be lost in the tranquility. Amythysts voice would slowly creep into background noise. Another instrument in the choir of natural order, she was extremely lucky to find him in this state, weakened... Strangled by the confines of another deity.*

*Silence... The god controls his laughter as it simmers down to simplistic breaths. In and out... Small huffs of divine energy puff out like smoke with each moment he takes, the feelings experienced here were hard to describe. The sensation you get when you take one look at somebody and decide they're bad news, Edon was bad news through and through. A forked tongue pokes through the smoke and gently traces one of the leaves. It quickly begins to rot and decay, withering away to nothing. Only to spring back into life a second later. Change... The state of everything possible and all that was impossible.*

`"You? Unless you have a spear capable of severring my conscious from this world permanently, I do not believe you can solve anything. You are welcome to try, do tell me. All seeing deity. What are your words of wisdom?"` *He indulges her request out of morbid curiosity. A smirk begins to stretch over the snake in expectations, should these words be chosen poorly there was no telling what might happen next. To anger Edon was no difficult task, but to try and overturn his way of thinking? Absolute suicide. Amythyst stood toe to toe with a god killer and wished to impart her words?*

`"Choose carefully, fate is fickle. As if your life when in my eyes..."`
Genia
Threats were empty to Amythyst, no matter their source. She didn't care who this voice was. If she could put herself into a situation, she could take herself out. Curiosity killed the cat. It killed Amythyst too, but to spread the glory of grammar... That was more important. 

She took another few moments to really think what she would say. It had to be useless, but just enough interesting to distract the voice from its problems. She listed the facts in her head and reasons for and against them. This had to be a good fact, after all. 

She found the perfect one. ** "If you ever feel like life is all a bunch of disorder, just remember that English adjectives have an order. It goes opinion-size-shape-color-purpose, with some others going in between. A freak even bigger than me made that rule. Life is bound by rules, aren't you glad for them? Fate is fickle, but grammar isn't."** Amythyst chuckled. It certainly made her feel better. Knowing the correct place to put adjectives was silly when she didn't know where to put her realm. Somehow, it always made her feel in place, like she was an adjective in a sentence.

She didn't know what she was getting herself into. Or perhaps she knew exactly what she was getting herself into. Whatever it was, she said her small fact and hoped for the best. Amythyst was no stranger to talking to dangerous beings, it was baked in to her from the moment she hatched. That streak that made her keep talking even when her life was on the line. She started, and she wasn't going to turn back.
Cornelius
`"Your words of wisdom... Are grammatical tips? By Gaia... She's running out of ideas now. What are you the god of exactly? Let me guess, you harbour dominion over the almighty synonym."` *Edons voice was breaking, finding himself in utter hysterics at this entire conversation. A true laugh, even if he was cackling at her as opposed to with her, to see this god truly find something amusing beyond a mere glance was an impressive achievement. Supposedly there were rules for adjectives. Order... Edon despised order in the traditional sense. That made this revelation even more amusing.*

*To be glad for them? To be happy in any semblance, did she not hear his words? Edon spoke of death and misery, why would such a monster have any reason to be happy? The scales across his body continue to shift and alternate, creating patterns of slightly mismatched and dysfunctional links. A subtle hint that the idea of order may not of struck a chord with this beast of creation in the slightest. He continues to crack until the god fully bursts out laughing in amusement, completely losing it over the simple sentence. The snake rolls over and hisses with an uncontrollable giggle that almost breaks through into his true voice. Stifling the laughter, the body continues to spasm and twitch as it coughs and chokes on his own words.*

`"Oh... My... You're right, you can solve one of my problems... I've not seen a better Jester since Xanthous, Kyehehe... You two could make a circus!? KYEHEH- BAHAHAHAH"` *The god continues in his hysterical and manical enjoyment, it was dragging on for far too long. Either this god hadn't heard a joke in a while or was entertained by little things such as this, after-all. So many of them took everything so seriously, himself included. To see a god that intentionally or not, made a fool of themselves in front of the snake... Not even in his usual gigantic form.*

`"What's your arch rival? A GUY WITH A LISP? KYEHEHEHEHE"` *It just kept going... When would it end? She had somehow managed to stay true to her word, she had solved a problem. At least temporary, though no doubt this wasn't the intended route to a solution.*
Genia
Amythyst sighed in relief before giggling along with the voice. She moved towards it, or rather tried. She was stuck in place, making a fool of herself. It was a familiar sensation, the laughter of another. Amythyst laughed so hard she sneezed. When she finished, she smiled brightly.

** "I'm Amythyst, the goddess of spelling and English grammar. Unfortunately, synonyms are outside my jurisdiction. However, more uplifting and motivational quotes can be found in my book."** Amythyst smirked as she tried to look for the voice. 

It felt so good to *Finally* Talk to someone without the looming dread and confusion she had. It had melted with the voice's laughter. She felt, for a moment, she belonged. She didn't care if she was being laughed at or with. There was grammar, that was all she needed to belong. Grammar truly moved mountains. Her brain was having trouble thinking. She tried anyways. It was only her careful thinking that got her this outcome, and now she needed to move even more carefully to make a new friend, or at the very least not an enemy. At best, she could sell a copy of her book. 

** "My enemies are those who misspell my name. My name has two Ys, not an E. "** She said the words as if she was saying someone died. Her face was contorted with rage. If anyone spelled her name wrong in her future realm, she knew she would dump them in the hole she made. It would be a perfect solution for how to fill it up. She sat on a bench. She considered asking the voice to talk about themselves, but she really needed to drive book sales. She would keep the conversation on herself a little longer. Just a *Little* Longer. Surely, she could make this conversation stay pleasant, if not make it better.
Cornelius
`"Unfortunate indeed."` *The snake stops giggling finally. Rolling back over and opening its mouth, baring two large fangs that dripped with an unknown blue substance. It was hard to tell what it may of been, poison? Blood? Something worse? Too many questions that couldn't be answered. The air seems to distort around the snake, hissing and fizzling as though the very rules of reality are broken around him. The hedge the creatures tender underbelly lays upon rots and heaves as it gives way, the small creature winding down between the remaining branches and roots as it grows closer to the goddess. Raising their head up the viper is poised to strike, those eyes begin to blaze with an unforgivable sin...*

`"Well. Amythyst, I... Am Edon - Fate, Change and Eclipses. As of recently declared the exile god. So i'm afraid I am in no need of merchandise, I have minds to read. Not books. Knowledge comes from many a places, we all learn in our own way. I learn from first hand experience- First... Er. Fang experience I suppose. God look at you, getting me to question my own phrases."`

*The snake shakes its head as the deprived atmosphere continues to grow in intensity, more rot spreads. The air becomes harder to see through, harder to breath. The lights begin to flicker, as though the sun itself was extinguished. Engulfed in a black crown of flaming thorns... Eclipsed. The two sit in near darkness. His eyes pave the way, staring grimly.*

`"Well then, consider me no enemy. I give you the benefit of the doubt for amusing me, call it jesters privilege. Tell me, are you aware of such a phenomenon? To be able to speak and mock freely, for nothing they say seems to matter."` *He pauses again. Allowing the goddess to bask in the depraved and rancid environment that had so quickly encroached upon the pleasant conversation. Even the ones he harboured resentful neutrality for are warned to stay away. Being seen with such an influence is a bad idea. People will raise questions, though... He did not remind her of this fact as he does others. She would be able to worm her way out of those situations should it arise.*
Genia
Amythyst leaped back. She didn't want this blue stuff to be on her. It looked like it could end her life. For real this time though. The snake got closer. Amythyst took shallow breaths since she knew eventually her breathing would stop. As the snake looked at her with a gleam in its eyes, she stopped and wondered if this was the end. Already the end. Was the book too much? 

As the snake began to speak, Amythyst found out the true name of this god. Edon. Fate, change, eclipses. Amythyst was in deep trouble as the exiledgod blamed her for questioning his phrases. She looked around for a way out, but it was too late. She answered her own question, it was too late.

Darkness encircled Amythyst, like a quill on papyrus. Her glasses shielded Amythyst from damage to her eyes, but she couldn't see anything. She hoped her glasses would come out unscathed. That and she would remain atleast somewhat alive. It was like they were in a cave meant for only the two of them. With no way out. Amythyst shook, her body begged for another breath. It would be useless, as the air was like a smoke from a black fire. 

*Jester's privilege.* Amythyst's heart sped up even faster. Was she safe? Was jester's privilege the reason she did not about danger, or threats? How was this so... Natural? Was the authority on grammar meant to always be taken as a joke? She was a joke, was she not? Who needed a grammar authority, especially one as stubborn and annoying as her? 

Amythyst singled all her questions into one as the storm around her kept up the intensity. She feared she would soon rot here too. She had one question: Would being a joke make her well known and well worshipped? She would have to find out later. Now, there was Edon to avoid angering.

** "Aware of such a... Phenomenon?"** She still faltered as the question seared itself into her brain. ** "I haven't witnessed it happen to anyone but me, it seems. I would not want to overstay my welcome. Do you wish me to leave or shall I humor you with something more outrageous than the last fact? I understand you have no need for my book, but exile does not mean a free for all with grammar. Who knows, you could kill the other gods with laughter by saying something of the sort I would say. "**

Exile... Did she sense more danger to get herself into? What if she got exiled for only talking to Edon? Then again, did it matter? If she told anyone she saw Edon, she was sure some people would consider it a bit. A prank by a young goddess. Whose side was better? 

There was something irresistible about grammar, and about danger. This was not just an enemy. It was an opportunity. 

Annoying to the last bit, Amythyst spoke, her breath clearing the smoke and seeing eye to eye with the viper. ** "Shall I leave, or is there something I can do for you?"**
Cornelius
`"Do not worry... You are not the only one that suffers such, fate. I have witnessed countless. You'll find others in good time. Just not with me."` *His voice is like icy, a dagger in the throat. No longer calm, just the bone chilling wrath of one that grew tired and conflicted over even the most casual of conversation. The strange aura and eerie portrayal of the world spread further like creeping vines. Wrapping around perceptions, altering and warping things. Yet, this was where Edon felt most relaxed... Those eyes grew weary and tired, heavy with the exhaustion of countless conversing and fighting. The beasts mouth closes with a firm snap as the snake flops to the floor and does its best to focus on resting.*

`"It has been an experience meeting you deity, I can only wish you the best. I'm sure we will meet again, but it is for the better you go elsewhere. If you are caught with me they may just quarter and hang you."` *His voice drones with a dark chuckle, there was a joke in there somewhere. Though it was hard not to believe with the way he portrayed both himself and the world. With a final movement of his forked tongue. The reality bending display comes to an abrupt end and everything returns to normal, giving them both some clarity.*

*Now resting on the floor of the garden, the snake enjoys the feeling of the grass as it rests peacefully within, though with one hidden divine eye open. It was too risky to actually slumber here, instead the god would lounge. There was no escaping his inevtible pursuers, the hunters of all gods deemed monsters. Even now, this placed seemed... Eerily quiet, perhaps they were gathering elsewhere. Not to worry, nothing could be done to him. Edon felt truly invincible, with the new found 'power' to be able to permanently end a gods life.*

`"Goodbye, Amythyst. Don't let godhood go to your head, or else it's creatures like me that play clean up."`
Genia
Amythyst was started by the sudden change the conversation had taken. First, it seemed Edon had only been hinting at the conversation ending, and now he wants just spelling it out- he was reading it to her and asking if she understood. 

Amythyst's light purple eyes traces the shifting snake. This was the only image that caused her to decide to not make snakes in her realm. She needed to know if Edon came there, for some reason, she would know it was him. 

She would know it was him and made sure he left quickly. 

The warning was an alarm bell for Amythyst. She had a feeling it would be hard to joke her way out of getting hanged by the rest of her siblings. ** "Well, I wish you the best as well, good luck on your exile and associated problems with it."** Amythyst smiled a little, nervous but sincere, contrasting the dark chuckle that came with her warning. She didn't get all types of jokes. She only understood what she could joke back. She was tempted to say, * 'I wish you the best, but if you use the semicolon wrong, I will see why you deserved to be exiled.'* She didn't. She didn't want to be a mess to be cleaned up. The sudden shift to reality brought her back to her wits. 

She watched Edon slither farther away from her, deeper into the gardens. *Godhood...* She thought, pondering his words. *I've.. Always been this way, even before I knew I was immortal. How would I let it go to my head?* 

Would the goddess take herself seriously, or would she remember her interaction with Edon? What was more powerful: wisdom of the world or wisdom of the time to crack a joke? ** "Goodbye Edon, may grammar help you."** The world was hers to explore. There were lessons to be learned. People to be met. 

Amythyst left the garden. Time to make her own world. ** "Thank you,"** She said, although not in Edon's general direction. She had a feeling he would hear. As she looked back, she didn't realize the garden was ending. She fell again.
Cornelius
```End works for me, Good RP :)```
Marguerite
Amidst the gardens of Gaia, a rolling black smoke seemed to appear. Certainly not enough to cover the entirety of the gardens but enough to be noticed. This smoke, as thick as it was seemed to rise from the ground and form a pillar of sorts before the shape began to be visible. A womanly form, draped in a sleeveless dress of black smoke and fog, even her pale skin seemed to roll like smoke in the wind but only on the edges of her silhouette. Even her visage and face was partially covered by a hood and her mass of messy black hair that cascaded down her shoulders. She wiggled her fingers yet again and began to inhale deeply attempting to gather a sense of this place. She was new, fresh born and exploring. This was the first place she had come across other than the upper branches of her birth. 

She sniffed the air once more, inhaling her own aura and energy. A revitalizing scent to her, for her aura and energy was... Mercurial, erratic, manic... It was fluctuating constistantly. A dynamic that revealed what she was like somewhat. She spoke, her mouth opening to reveal her razor teeth and a voice somehow mixed with a sultey whisper and a raspy, scratchy sound. 

"Hello hello helloooo... Anyone else in these... Wondrous gardens?"
Cornelius
*An average sized snake rests calmly in the garden... Pressed gently against the cold and pure grass. Everything here seemed so beautiful, everything completely perfect in texture and scents. Edon travelled here exactly for that reason, to enjoy something perfect in its creation. Not subject to the cold whims of fate, it had already been decided for the vegetation and foliage. To be ever-green, ever flowing. Pure...*

*It was a shame that the beast resting here was far from it.*

*Unaware of the smoke forming and her initial arrival. The god still had his eyes closed in a partial slumber, it was not until further movements and the speech he would rear his scaly head upwards. A forked tongue darts carefully between his two fangs, stood much smaller and below the goddess. Was Edon, a creature made of glowing energy that shifted and contorted in unpredictable madness, there was no pattern to track. It would seem they both were prone to the abyssal grasp and clutches of changes. Unfortunately for Sinrael, she had come across the god that embodied these concepts.*

`"Do all gods call out like a lost puppy on their arrival here? Do you have no sense of peace. Is she that stupid? To give you the gift of divinity yet nothing in the way of common sense."` *The gods voice is raspy, rotting and decaying... A mixed bag of accents and tones all call out at once, a swift wave of coos and echoes make up the gods primary speech. Throughout all of the noise, it still seemed perfectly able to be understood. One voice in particular pushes through the humming of the choir, a grumbling and displeased male voice. Malice oozed like venom from every syllable.*

*Wrongness seeps into the environment, an eerie feeling. Gaia herself had exiled this snake, now Sinrael would feel that warning. The sensation in her head that told her to flee, this god was bad news... Even newborn gods, ones that hadn't been alive before the incident that occurred in those branches. His consumption of a god fruit... It could've been her, if she were born a smidge earlier. Funny how that one works...*
Marguerite
The lady cloaked in smoke and fog stepped forward, eying the serpent and the flora of the area... Then her eyes went to the figure. Edon, his mercurial form and the unpredictable behavior of his being and energy. Her smile grew wider and her razor teeth bit upon her bottom lip, drawing blood before she etched ever closer to the being she saw. She spoke again, her voice fluctuating in high pitched excitement to a lower, sweetened softness. 

"You're... Beautiful... Your very being moves like a bug trying to escape a glass orb... And your smell..." She inhaled deeply again, breathing in what was his vibe. Her way of sensing or getting a feel for another it seemed. "You wreak of unrest and yet... There's some sense of... Boredom about you... As if you've been there, done that... You seem so over it all and yet so... Stuck in it." 

Her very being seemed to sip on the Malice from his voice, and the wrongness that leaked from him seemed to invigorate and excite her. She was new, and appearantly she had followed her divine subconscious, her domain, to end up here. Right before a prime example of what she coveted and craved. 

"I do not smell... Regret or guilt... Which is gooooood..." She seemed to trapse just above the ground to circle around him, watching him like he was some art piece on display. And though her words seemed harsh, it was obvious she meant them as compliments of some form. 

"Forgive the staring and the gazing but... You must be change... Not chaos, for even chaos can be controlled and predicted. But change that must be, may be, and delights me. I am named Sinrael, though I assume you know this or you do not care." The concept of him not caring about her name seemed to be a good thing to her, a fun note she assumed and took.
Cornelius
`"Flattery only buys you time with those interested in playing ball."` *He responds calmly, as the two finally converge upon each other. The snake quickly shifts and grows in a rancid twisting, bones snapping. Flesh ripping... The gruesome sight of metamorphosis takes place in a split second, the once quaint little creature begins to very rapidly tower over the goddess. Now standing at his usual form, a large decaying creature... Scales mismatched and misaligned, cracked and out of place. Some pop out from the body like they're wriggling for escape, others seem stabbed into the flesh. Tilted diagonally. One amber eye stares with a dull lack of amusement, whilst the other is shut. Obscured by nothing more than a shadowy patch that covers it, gone was the pretty display. Now it was a nightmare, though it would not surprise him if this god would find that more interesting.*

`"I do not care for your name, that is interchangeable. I care for what you stand for, what you represent. So I know where to put you on the burial list."` *He groans, even his threats were far too casual, dropped as if it were normal speech. Something was seriously wrong with this one and she didn't even know the half of it yet. He did not show care for the compliments, or unrest at her analogies. She could not understand change, he did not understand it. So that would not make sense... Chaos is nothing but a speck on the grand scheme of change, fate is the antithesis to such a theory, so much so that Edons existence was one large contradiction.*

*The winding overbearing monster leans his head down and exhales harshly in her face, the unmistakable stench... Of a dead god... He indulges her just this one, if she wished to see some sort of monster than she would be granted a mere fragment of insight into what he was capable of, not many gods could say they had permanently rid a creature from the world, only one other could say they had ridded two...*

*The life around them starts to decay, the beautiful light that keeps them healthy obscured and eclipsed by a wreath of inky flame... He blots out the light, either for privacy for what he wished to do... Or as a mere reminder of who was in control of this situation.*

`"Speak, child."` *Child... That's right, she was a child to him... A pest in the garden, a caterpillar eating at the leaves, banished with a simple swing.*
Marguerite
The goddess chuckled a bit at his mention of flattery. In her eyes she did not intend to flatter, no she spoke only her perspective. Her view of him, her truth in her being. Then he reformed his self, her mouth almost watering as the horrific display happened before her. 

Then he leaned close and breathed the stench of decayed and dead divinity upon her. She stepped back, not in disgust or fear or repulsion but in excitement. She jumped a little, one foot after the other like a small game of hop scotch standing in place. Her razor teeth began to bite her left thumb before she grabbed it from her mouth and smiled at the man some more. 

"What I am... What I stand for, and represent is Fear and Discord. Strife and A lack of love... Does that clarify where I lay on your burial list?"

She didn't seem perterbed by his terrifying form and visage, to her it was... Most likely impossible. An entity that embodied fear, being afraid. One that knew of and reveled in all the inner turmoils and darker aspects of ones heart. She was either devoid of fear completely, or it was all she had and had made it into a strength. If all one knows is fear and turmoil, it is as if nothing at all.
Cornelius
`"Fear... That puts you low. You embody an art that is temporary, fear can be extinguished... Discord may be sowed, but only in some..."` *A cruel smirk creeps into view, flesh ripping where his jaw would be. Her strange reactions and interest reminded him deeply of Savarii, another goddess that had shown depraved interest in his mutilated methods and recognition, when would this madness stop? Why were gods so obsessed with him. Deity after deity, at his lap with those decrepit eyes of lust... He considered indulging them in a little bit of torture, just to give them something to vilely enjoy. Pleasure and pain seemed to walk a very thin life here... With this one, especially.*

`"I... Personally. Solve those temporary setbacks, a long term solution to a short term problem one could say."` *The god tilts his head and cackles as he stares at the sky, the clear gap in the sky where a star used to be. The god drowned out by his very essence, a feat that should not of been achievable, gods could be reborn... So the theory that Edon had permanently slaughtered a creature was terrifying in a uniquely evil way, to break the very boundaries and restrictions placed on them through divinity via pure hatred and spite. Even if it weren't true, there was no way to refute it. The answer could not be found.*

*Edons speech and mannerisms were an insult to the meaning of fear, he weaved his form and flexed those grim bloody teeth with painstaking desire. Sinrael may be incapable of feeling fear, but dread... Dread would be a plenty, he was convinced he could make her scream if he chose. Fear was a powerful motivator, but it can only motivate the living. Dying breaths tend to be riddled with that motivation... This was what made Edon so rancid, the lack of a miral compass. There was no lines he hadn't crossed, abuse... Torture, manipulation, gaslighting. All of it was but a tool in the fateweavers conquest. He does not respond with his name yet, wanting them to ask. For them to submit and bend to his wills.*
Marguerite
The goddess chuckled for a moment before raising a finger in slight protest. "Fear... Is far more than just being scared. Anger is a fear of being hurt again... Loneliness is a fear of being unloved... Despair is a fear of failure, hopelessness. Fear, at least as I see it... Is a strong source for each of the so called negative emotions... Open your mind a bit to the beautiful psychological understandings of fear and all the delights that come with it." She then stood on one of her heels and turned on it, oddly enough she seemed to do it hard enough to where the skin on her left heel twisted and ripped, tearing from her muscle. She gave a slight chuckle and stepped backwards, waving at him. 

"Anywho, dearest elder... I've got things to do and others to meet... I can't sew the discord just chatting in a garden can I?" And with that, she seemed to poof or diffuse into a swirl of her black smoke, transporting this manifestation of herself to refuse or reform with the one that currently meddled with tge insectoid people. She did not ask his name, she did not pry his domain. In fact, her smile as she left seemed to indicate she had learned a basis of information. She was content with what information she had discovered about this man, finding it just precisely what she had hunted for. Then she was gone.