Jensuno noted their talk about being fugitives themselves, and couldn't help but smile. 'You people aren't fugitives, you were working under my influence and mother understands that. None of you are in trouble or danger, and for that I am grateful.' His land had fully recovered, and his energy was now being focused on himself. The lost arms were slowly growing back, like twisted ivy stretching towards the sunlight. 'Grim takes divinity essences because it likes them.' Jensuno replied simply, 'It is naturally fond of death, but he enjoys the bareness of the divinity's souls, and keeps them as trophies.'
The energy began to flow though his being again, warm like fire through his existance. 'Me and Grim befriended each other because we had a lot in common, but that may be a story for a rainy day.' He finished, looking at Ruby in an apologetic way.
'...And Vosur, may I suggest finding the mountains of this realm? You may find your question answered there.' He looked down at Jaida, his eyes mixing with hers, the cold breeze making his arms wave sharply to its flow. 'Why are you so sad for me, Jaida? You should be angry, you should hope against hope I get up and leave for my punishment, you all should.'
Mother was back in her realm (after re-creating it) sat on her throne and looking dully at the purple stained glass windows which bore the story of the three originals. Flicking the essence of Sicklo in her hands, she reflected on how she had told Iphillia to shut up and said both Chrono and Sicklo were made before Iphillia and Darr were together. For some reason, that enraged Iphillia more, so she just left both of them, and came back to her shell.
The essence disspeared into her as she stood, slow and pained, and clicked her fingers lazily. The divinity of prophets, Constantine, appeared before her. He looked a little bit shocked at first, but realizing where he was, he knelt before her with a magnificent grace only he had.
His looks were rather graceful too. A beautiful silver coloured skin with black, ancient markings that covered him from head to foot, with golden eyes and a face smooth with no mouth or nose. He wore a long black overcoat, covered in belts that tied his arms together like a straight jacket. His hair was rather similar to renkako's- long strands that looked almost like dreadlocks and decorated with void-black beads.
'What is it that the lady-grace commands?' The silky tone of the prophet asked.
'Congratulations, you are the new master divinity of the nameless dimension.' Was her dry response.
'...What about Sicklo?'
'Here.' Mother answered, revealing the essence of poor Sicklo.
'...! What happened?'
'You already know, or rather, you knew.'
'...Ah, well; as you know, prophecies can go two ways.' Constantine said, sounding akward.
'You still knew this could happen,' retorted Mother, 'and you failed to inform me.'
'B--but, your grace---'
'I expect you at your post when you create it. That is when you leave here of course. Your sister, the divinity of wishes, is to look after your realm. She has been informed.'
'I see.' Constantine rose from his knees, 'It is always a pleasure to serve your grace.' I'll get you for that, witch.
'Next time, see better.' Mother finished, turning her back on him and sitting down in her chair, by that time, he'd gone.
Renkako was travelling through the portal with Kostil and Chrono when she said, 'I'm so sorry about Sicklo... I didn't know about Grim.' All that answered was silence.