Emma
As the figure that Savarii was hiding on begins to move, she tenses up and quickly crawls on the underside of the cloak, skittering quickly and quietly into cover, maybe a bit too quickly as the cloak would once again ripple just a bit... *Could've been the wind of course, or simply Melancholia's own movement*. The voice of the goddess was... *Familiar* To Savarii, but the hidden and disguised nature of the goddess and everybody else here made her second guess the true identity of her hiding place. Either way, even if she thought this was Melancholia, she wouldn't take the risk to whisper in her ear unless she was *Absolutely certain* Of the identity of the god with the cloak. Savarii's form was chosen to be able to keep her communications and whispers to individuals discreet by merely crawling near one's ears and whispering in them while also permitting her to actually speak in the meeting should she need to. Even then, she wasn't sure how the other goddess may react to a talking spider. Even the shock of hearing whispering or seeing a spider crawl on her may be enough to tip off others to something suspicious. 

Luckily, nobody else but the currently unknown figure of Melancholia had discovered any hint of her presence. The webs she had used to climb into the Hall and onto the water clock remained undiscovered for now and Savarii deemed them unlikely to attract any attention, and Melancholia herself had cleaned up the traces left by Savarii had she had climbed into her cloak. The web was a bit more of a reddish hue than usual, but could be mistaken for regular spiderwebs should one fail to double check. Savarii was unsure if this goddess' suspicion would lead her to search her cloak, she was hopeful the god she hid on wasn't obsessively remembering every detail of their wardrobe or thinking too hard about just a random piece of webbing on it.

Ever cautious however, some of her eyes were already on those near her "Hiding place", searching for anybody's body to hide on next should this one start drawing too much attention or begin shaking out her cloak. The other half of her attention was, of course, on the discussion that was taking place in the Hall of the Gods.

She found amusement in the complete lack of cohesion that the others displayed. They were not nearly as unified as her own children, Savarii thought proudly. She was smugly enjoying seeing the discord among even her own brethren, taking it almost as a testimony to the success of her organization of mortal hives and colonies. Everybody showed up confused, completely haphazard, some of them with barely any rudimentary disguises... Now the opening statements were insults, benign clarifications and accusations. An evil, chaos loving part of her didn't even care what she learned here and hoped they'd just end up at each other's throats all duking it out... It would be funny to watch, shame this party didn't serve snacks... 

Maybe if everything went to shit so quickly, she'd just invoke Edon's name to see what happened at that point.

No... Things were getting underway unfortunately, Savarii's response to *L'Appel du Vide* Would wait another day. Instead, this was a meeting for tactics. A war council. *Great, Edon inspired a war council already*. That massive snake of fate sounded more and more like a prize boar by the second with how many people were clamoring over eachother to find a way to hunt them. If Savarii had known issues would present themselves so quickly, she would have perhaps pressed a bit harder in her own negotiations with Edon. *This* Is exactly why she hated commitment.

Tell a guy you're going to help him then you're blindsided with all the baggage he brings to the table and can't even alter the terms of the deal. She knew the timer to doomsday was ticking, but she did not expect it to be *This* Quick. *Couldn't he maybe eat a baby with more subtlety the next time? Surely a new diet change isn't worth all this fuss.* 

Savarii's eyes turn to Majesty... *Personally commanded several gods and kicked the ass of a far more powerful devourer*. She had half a mind to complain about all the gods infringing on her domain of gluttony and not even bothering to pay royalties... The other half was a tad more productive. The spider's red eyes glinted from Melancholia's cloak, shining in the light for only a few moments as it stared at the small devil. Commanding several gods is quite an accomplishment, defeating a supposedly powerful devourer was another. She would love to pick that devil's mind, she liked her style. 

As Majesty takes the opportunity to make her own announcement about *Another* Devourer, Savarii's heart jumped. Her eyes shone brightly with interest, a second glint possibly visible under Melancholia's cloak. *A monster that eats grown gods... And who said soulmates didn't exist~* Savarii's a-fluttering heart went pitter patter at the idea, but she quickly stifled that horrible instinct that so clearly went against even her own self preservation. She was way too close to just quickly walking away from her deal with Edon and not looking back, those were *Dangerous thoughts to have over a mere fantasy of a greater devourer*...

Then, Majesty makes her not so subtle and shameless plug into her annoucement. *A pantheon...* Savarii hisses lowly. *Oh... Dear...* That is quite a big decision. She was almost ready to step out of the shadows herself, but she held back. This was a very sudden development that gave her quite confusing feelings, more confusing feelings that the knowledge of some greater devourer being out there.
Michael
If the goddess of sadness had eyes, she would have rolled them at the foolish creature who spoke with untainted pride. Her politeness was thin on these grounds. The aura she was beginning to gain completely conflicted the others, even though her divine presence had been very carefully covered. Those who came near her would feel weighted... *Melancholy*. In order to assist her plan, the seraphic sadness that forever accompanied her subtly spread to the other gods. It was not enough to bring direct attention to it, but to make a simple difference in the mood of the meeting.

She waited for the deity to stop talking, soundlessly pulling her hood further down as though she was still fearful of her identity being revealed. The amount of self reassurance she had injected into her mind was peculiar. Paranoia was her punishment, and soon would be guilt.

Suddenly, an unnatural flicker in the hall's lighting made her flinch. It had come from.. Herself? Bringing her fingers to where she had caught the glimpse of shine, Melancholia sensed something strange beneath her fingertips. She glanced down to see what it was, only to find that it had been nothing she could detect. Fretfully, the deity fidgeted with the rifts and folds of her cloak, trying to forget about her worries. If it was noteworthy, she would have found it. Melancholia moved on from the issue.

Until the room fell quiet enough for her miniscule voice to be heard, she did not talk. Melancholia icily stared at the leader, who seemed to go by many names. There were many things she could have said; both the truth and the fabricated lies she was to tell were complex. She took her sweet old time to conjure up dialogue, for the goddess truly did had all of the hours in the world.

Walking closer to "Mr. R", Melancholia took the place where the small demoness once was. Her information was not to be shared with the whole group, but only with the leader. Should he decide to repeat her words to the rest, she would not be surprised.
Before her lies landed in the laps of the others, she wanted to test only one person.

"I spoke to the beast before it consumed the divine fruit. It had been... Only just born," The goddess made sure to emphasize her usage of inhumane terms. It pained her to do so, but it was only *Realistic* That she referred to her love in the same manner that the others did. "Upon its birth, it told me it had immediately come across.. A vision. A future that it did not like. From what he- *It* Described to me, I could only listen and empathize with what the serpent had to say. It showed me a *Sick* Mirage of what the world would become if a certain fruit blossomed. I did not ever think the beast would take such.. *Action* In order to prevent the fate. As for the fight it put up, I do believe it was convinced it was rightful for ingurgitating that unborn god."

She waited for the god's reaction before she continued.

"I do not know how or why a deity's star has gone out, but I can assure you that the serpent did not have ill intent from the beginning.. Perhaps its own power had driven it mad."

As soon as Melancholia finished, she stepped away; she was evacuating the crime scene. There were no questions she wanted to answer, nor was there anymore information she wanted to give. She left it at that. The disorganized group of gods were to contemplate their newfound knowledge on their own, lacking the assistance of the goddess who had given them it in the first place. Her cold, quivering voice had only enforced the feeling of misery her aura was inflicting upon the poor deities who had gathered.
Ruth
"Hmmm? I think that one's... Nearby one of my forms... They don't seem *That* Bad... But um... Should I worry for that portion of me?" TSU asked though in mental communication to one who... Was similar height to her? Nobody else is of such...? That's interesting~

She said we could... Pat her head? That seems nice but... These bandages don't work well to protect her from my skin... But like... Patting seems to... Appealing? 

From the area TSU was, in a far corridor though with sight of the main groups a light feeling of fuzz might be felt, though it's not very strong, nearly akin to sensing a light breeze from tides.

Put ourselves... On the line? What line... Of danger? But with coordination wouldn't there be no danger? Wait why didn't mother directly punish brother if his act was truly this repulsive to her? Maybe she wants us to do it for her... But why not just act yourself... So very confusing and loopy...

Somehow... Some small presence her seemed... Familiar? But quite distant... Like a faded taste. Did her selfs return yet? No... Still quite quiet~

Brother Edon has something to which whispers... But with visuals? How strange and intriguing~ Wait but he spoke with... Despise and anger? Something akin to such... It wasn't of regret if that be to implied by them... Wait they seem familiar to... But almost not? I wonder if I'm familiar too~

"I watched the... Wretched brother after he... Said he killed her... The one of flowers and bloom? Their realm was pretty... But wilted... So quick... Brother... Said stuff not as to regret or wishing not as to her death... Did you too then watch...?" TSU asked to the cloaked one, though she too was cloaked as well. She peered when she asked this... Not really knowing if the other sensed her before... Though some did seem to. Her skin as she approached wasn't that of wax as to her usual forms, rather of soot and embers.