March from Darkness | ✓ (to be edited)

THIRTY-SIX

DEMITRI

That's honestly what made the most sense to me at that moment. Sure, it was entirely possible that Chaos was keeping her around for less-than-desirable reasons, but if Vaya was still in there, I highly doubted that he would keep her around for that reason.

Besides, if Decrans were creatures of his own creation, then wouldn't it make sense for him to have the powers they did, if not on a grander scale?

"That's quite silly, don't you think?" Forseti said, a brow raised.

"Not entirely," Sāma interjected. "My brother is right in thinking that Latvaya may be keeping her around for reasons such as that. The fact that he is a creature of destruction and immorality allowed for such creations to exist in the first place, so having one of them teach him how to use a power that he may not have known about prior to his Silencing is quite feasible."

"I'm not disagreeing with that part of the statement, but what would that mean for Chaos himself?"

I looked at Forseti in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Would that make him part-Decran, or would that make them partially-Silenced? One cannot exist without the other, and there have never been any cases of a Creation physically creating another lifeform aside Life Themselves. Gods don't have that power, and the fact that a Silenced being is essentially a God, that makes their existence almost impossible."

I thought about that for a moment. That was a good point, but that still didn't answer any of the rest of the problem, and now we had a new one. How did something come to be from a being that despised sexual relations and was unable to physically create an entire race without it?

"We may know someone," Hel said, her hood now removed, revealing her blue and green eyes, both glinting with an amused light. "Or, rather, Father may know someone."

Loki smiled wickedly. "Of course, I do."

An hour later, Phrer, Hel, Loki, Forseti, Lucifer, Sāma, and I stood in front of a set of bright white gates. Gone were the clothes we had been wearing before, replaced with deep red robes that stirred up the wisps of fog on the soft grasses beneath our feet.

I honestly wanted to call Loki insane when he mentioned where we were going, and Lucifer and Hel looked more than a bit uncomfortable with what was going on, but if this was going to help us, then so be it.

A man with a deep blue robe stood at each side of the gate, holding glowing white scythes. Their eyes were hidden, much like Hel's usually were, but theirs glowed a soft white. "Loki, son of Asgard, what brings you here?" the first said, their voice monotonous and almost deadly despite the appearance of the place they guarded.

"We're here to see—"

"We know why you're here, we're asking why," the second interrupted, quite irritated already.

"We need some answers to a question that only She knows about," Hel said, her voice almost playful like she enjoyed this.

"We didn't ask you, hellspawn," the first warned, his eyes narrowing.

"And I don't like your attitude, Damascus," Hel mocked.

"You're not supposed to." The second looked at me and Sāma then, his eyes narrowing into slits. "And why have you brought them here?"

Sāma growled, offended. "Watch who you speak to, little one, or I'll be forced to rip your wings out, feather by feather."

"These are the Twins of Life, show some respect," Lucifer said.