Void Rift (rp) - Intermission

"So, as soon as possible, then?" Gaia queries.

 

"Whenever your children deem themselves ready. There's just one catch." She says, briefly looking straight at each guardian and demon.
"No killing humans, no eating humans, no maiming humans, no playing dangerous pranks on humans, et cetera; unless specifically told to do so on a case-by-case basis." Her tone shifts to a serious one, before she leans forward. "Is that clear?"

 

One of the demons stands out to the golden queen. They appear to be a human, the only giveaway being their hair that appears to curl into horns; though even then it doesn't look like the horns of the other demons. Something about her seems...off, alongside the powerful magical artifact she appears to possess.

"What about seducing humans?" A scantily-dressed succubus asks, smirking; her kneesocks the most covering part of her outfit. She ends up getting punched in the arm by the incubus beside her, who appears to be taking the situation a lot more seriously.

"I understand the stigma and stereotype associated with us, your majesty," A large bull-like demon says, speaking up with a formal tone, "However, you can rest assured knowing that we only torture beings brought to us by our lord Mortius. We would never seek to harm those undeserving."

A few imps and devils snigger among themselves at the bull-like demons words.

"While my children seek to preserve the balance of life and death, and the harmony of the earth, they shall refrain from acting hostile toward your humans." Gaia assures, the guardians all bowing to the golden queen as she gazes over them.

 

"My doubts are not for your ears." She says flatly to the two demons, before turning back to Gaia.
"Once stigmas of humans in your reality are overcome, I believe your children will find working with most comparable to working with their own ilk."

 

"I shall have Moritus see to all those who disobey." Gaia nods; Mortius not responding, but seeming to agree.

 

"That brings me to the last notable point I have for the time being - any troublemakers who opt to become repeat offenders will be sent back in stasis. Should they attempt things as reckless as opening a new rift or doing things of similar caliber, I reserve the right to discipline them myself."

 

"Anyone who causes trouble or disrupts work will not be allowed to return to work at all, and we shall deal with them should they attempt to," Gaia says more seriously, glancing over her own and Mortius' followers, "You don't need to worry about repeat offenders."

 

“I believe in second chances, though little more. Anything accidental can be pardoned to a degree, but anything more than a harmless action with intent may result in them being sent back immediately.”

 

"Accidents, certainly. Though I won't accept them disrespecting your reality through deliberate action," Gaia says, "What sort of environments can my children expect? Those bound to different elements may be better suited for biomes closer to it."

 

“Just about anything. They are free to take jobs or apprenticeships of sorts in anything between a gas giant - falling into the core and being crushed not impossible, igneous islands over magma oceans - anything flammable forbidden for obvious reasons, underice abyssal tunnels - high water temperatures of 50 below, or a lush forest where foot travel isn’t an option. There’s plenty of opportunities.”

 

"Excellent, I'll gather my children of all types to assist." Gaia says positively.

Mortius' followers don't seem particularly concerned about the varied environments, much less put off by the concept of death.

 

"As for your children," Golden says with a lazy gesture towards the demons, "I'll have an adviser figure what tasks might be of interest or accommodating of your strengths."

 

"We can work with the guardians, it's fine." One of the demons that appears to be made out of a gelatinous substance says.

 

“In that case, all of those who go can expect to be put through a short interview. Honesty will go a long way, considering it will determine where you’re given to settle down during downtime and any jobs that seem fitting to your interests or strengths will be summarized for you. Some tests may be run to see if you’re able to do certain jobs, but as long as you’re willing to learn there are mentors for just about anything you might want to do.” Golden explains. “However, upon arrival, you all will spend three days in a communal hub of sorts. This is to give you time to learn a bit about general culture and traditions, as well as allow us to temporarily anchor your soul for localized resurrection so it doesn’t try to run across two rifts and a reality to get back home. Contact with my people will be limited somewhat during this period as the notice that othersouls will be visiting for an unspecified time goes out.”
Pause.
“Finally, in the off chance any of you wish to settle down in my domain and call it home, you must get permission from your gods to be realigned to my reality. Otherwise, you will be notified of this after five common years and must make your decision then. The reason for this is to avoid any potential risk of rifts opening in the future.”

 

The demons start to talk among each other, some mentioning a possibility of moving to the 'other reality' and others seeming to desire torturing others in hell over the labour. The human-like demon seems to stare up at the golden queen, however, almost as if challenging her; though she hardly looks threatening.

The guardians - upon hearing the discussion of the demons - begin discussing people by name. They appear to reference specific elements and how they'd be able to help with their abilities.

 

“Remember, that decision is for you and your gods. I’m not keen on kidnapping.” She says, before turning to the human-like demon.

“You have something on your mind. Speak.”

 

"You're different." Imp-chan says, staring at the golden queen.

 

"As are you. Why seek out a trip to my domain? She and her daughter keeps you company, no?" Golden asks.

 

"I like to explore." Imp-chan says plainly.

"Please excuse the impish girl. I have raised her since she was young, and she wished to join me in this meeting." Mortius says.

 

"Does that make her your daughter?" Golden asks, tangentially curious.