Renkako glided across her realm, observinbg her few residents, they talked and laughed in a harmonious manner- kind and pure. She enjoyed the atmosphere of them, even though they were unaware of her presence. She hung in the golden clouds, It won't be long. The divinity thought with excitement. Soon they would know her, love her-- and she would rule them and feel power for once in her existence.
No one had ever summoned her, perhaps because her realm was full of peace-- people were happy, so happy they just assumed this was the living furs 'heaven' and did not need any questions or assistance. Perhaps this is the only thing she disliked about her realm, but that of course, would soon be remedied.
There was a lot to love. The skies were a beautiful pink, that reminded one of fresh silk, embroided with golden clouds, huge and puffy. It did not change from day to night here, like in the other death realms of Jensuno and Feren; but had a black moon, that shone like onyx. It was oddly settling- it fitted well in this odd sky. Its midnight moon glittered silvers and golds, sailing down from the sky and tickling the fresh jade grass underneath. The earth was decorated with exotic flowers and silver streams, brighter and sharper than any looking glass.
There she heard the call from Jensuno. His soul scream anguished, even with his sarcastic naming of her as his love. Despite her annoyance at this, it was soon dissolved. What could have happened? She thought, rather concerned. Jensuno was proud and stubborn- he would not call out if he truly needed it. Had his plan backfired?? She had no time to question. She fled her realm immediately.
Sic had an urge to help Rigor, she had developed a liking for her. However, she was but a fragment of the real divinity Sicklo, perhaps she would know? Of course she would. Pausing at Rigor's question, she said; 'well... i don't, but poerhaps the whole me will.' Her voice was more sullen, serious... caring. She was part of Sicklo after all, even with her cocky spirit- it had a strong scent of loyalty.
Klo saw the memories- her eyes growing wide at the realisation of who this was. 'Mask! You are the lost prince of dreams! Your magic is far beyond my teachings... your mother taught the whole me the magic she knows!' The magic bubble shuddered and popped, surprising Sic. 'Ya guys finished or somethin'? We were about to talk to--'
'Sic, do you not realise who this is?!' She cried, easily pulling the mask off Mask, for the whole and the other half to see.
Jensuno weakly noticed a new portal appearing in the wall of his realm. He smirked, grateful for Renkako's quick response. However-- his face soon turned to a rare horror when it was not Renkako appearing to his aid.
A horde of nameless spewed from its depths.