A Journey

  In an ever-changing plain of existence, very few structures exist. It is a chaotic world where lost souls drift in and out all the time, and usually don't even get noticed. This world consists of only two thousand buildings, most of which are soul purification rooms. The walkways aren't usually crowded, since the only tangible things that are alive, can bend reality to their will. The walk ways, are actually dark purple clouds, that almost blend in with the reddish purple surrounding area that has been labeled 'oblivion'.

This is the God's Realm.

  Deities are born here, and when the world they 'govern' falls, they die here, or rebuild it. The lack of structure was made popular by the various portals that like to destroy any matter that isn't from or going to destroy their own. To keep these passage ways from ripping each-other apart, there was placed a thin golden outline around the edge of each portal, allowing portals to be gripped, placed, and moved. The gods were pleased at this, because they could go to other worlds, and cause mischief to other gods by 'converting' followers without accidentally stumbling into a more powerful deity's plane of existence.

  A few gods, labeled watchers, monitor the escaping souls, and prevent them from floating into a 'hell' portal or a destroyer gate. These souls go crazy, and upon going into a new life, tell others what they experienced. These watchers' other duty is to give 'pure' souls an afterlife that their actions deserved, and to cleanse 'rotted' souls by 'accidentally' chucking them into a hell portal. It is very rare for a soul to be trapped in a reincarnation world, where they are out of contact with the gods, and even rarer for a god to personally judge a soul.

  Even so, rarities do occur, and a cluster of gods and curious god-lings were observing not one, but a pair of rare souls. Souls that make watchers halt their progress, and ask questions. Among these gods was a goddess cloaked in a long white dress and a god in a red tuxedo. The souls in question was a large blue ball and a reddish black one that was suspended in a field of energy. Gods, loving being on time above all else, were annoyed, and few were outraged. One angered god, a flame headed jellybean,was casting an unseen glare upon the black soul, started yelling at the man.

  "How dare you bring this monstrosity of a soul before us! Cast it into the flames of a hell, and be done with it!" The flaming jellybean yelled. "Surely you know what that thing would do if let back into a world!"

  The red suited god, however was unfazed by the yelling of the jelly bean, as the jelly bean was a 'hothead'. The bean, had no name to be called by as he wasn't labeled by mortals. Mortals usually had acceptable names, when naming a god. People just called him spicy or gummy. He use to be a sweet jelly bean, until nicknames came into play. Then he went through ever-changing emotions. It didn't matter anyway, the woman standing next to him was going to speak. "Silence, delicious treat!" she exclaimed, taking the suited god's soul, and cradling it like a baby. "I always loved the bad-boy spirits" she said in a... softer voice.

  Aside from the few chuckled from both of her comments, the room was silent. The jellybean just stood there, in what everyone assumed was a dropped mouth, and wide eyes, was silent. A sound, similar to a hand hitting a forehead, came from his (it's?) direction. "How many times have I told you, not to call me delicious, or a treat?" He asked. The white cloaked goddess just smiled, and began juggling the souls. In the silence, the jellybean, now not flaming, sighed. "What exactly are we going to do with these souls, since it's obvious that we aren't just going to proceed with the standard protocol, in this particular situation?" The gods were silent, pondering a possible solution. "What?" the jellybean god asked. "Nobody has an idea?" The room was silent once more.

  The goddess in the white dress spoke once more "Well, we could send these souls to multiverse 'M'..." She said. Two gasps, one facepalm, one confused laugh, one sigh, and one groan came from the audience. The unnamed god that groaned just walked into a random portal, and disappeared. One godling, that became bored of this conversation, went off with his brother, to play tricks on some mortals.

  Another god, who had no idea what was happening, asked "What exactly is multiverse 'M'?" It asked. "I don't know what a multiverse, but it seems similar to an omniverse, but I need exact clarification on what it is." The god paused for a moment, and looked around, until his gaze fell upon the white dressed goddess. "What about you, Solana?" The goddess, Solana, shrugged.

  "I was actually conceived in a specific world in multiverse 'M'." She paused and looked around. "My husband, Marama, was also conceived in that multiverse." She was silent, once again. "A multiverse is a cluster of dimensions that are too similar, or alike to exist separately as their own portal. There are quite a few like it, but this is one of the largest. I could take these souls and prepossess them, if you wish..." she trailed off. The jellybean god, was confused by her statement.

  "Solana, you know your time is nearly up." He said, driving a good point. Solana, being a goddess born in a dimension other than oblivion, has limits to her immortality. She could live forever without children, or give one of her children her powers. Once she found her husband, her fate was sealed in stone. All of the gods present were silent, for losing one of their own, despite what they have done, was an immense loss. "The souls would be loss, until an heir to your powers has matured enough to harness these powers without a clouded mind. Even then, the souls would have to adapt for thousands of years before being reborn." The jellybean paused, and looked around. "Would you take up a responsibility, and guide these souls out of our reach, where they could do any amount of good and evil, and you would have no way to stop them?"

  Solana paused, lost in her thoughts. She had given birth to a child, and another is on the way soon. Would she really endanger their lives, for the sake of two others...

  "My world had a tendency to overcome tragedy, and be more peaceful than many others." She paused for a full minute, and the suited god beside her, looked at her with a curious expression. "Besides this soul" she said, gesturing to the reddish black one "will not be easily held by a hell, and we cant properly judge him, since other people influenced his descent into darkness." The soul, seeming restless before, stopped as if it could hear Solana's words in understanding. She cuddled it, and spoke again "It did have a mortal that it loved very dearly, and deserves another chance at life for that alone."

  The other gods, assembled  were silent. The suited god, a being of much power and respect, agreed with Solana's compassion. With a lifted hand, he said "Any god who agrees to allow the pure and rotted souls, to Solana's plain in multiverse 'M', stay silent, and any opposing will challenge now!" He said.

  Upon hearing no objections, he smiled and allowed a decree "Than by the power I possess, I allow the souls to depart with Solana!"

  Upon saying those words, Solana was teleported to her home dimension with her husband. Upon her departure, a goddess dressed in black, flowing robes walked in, and addressed her concern. "YOU!" she addressed her fury towards the suited god. "You know how much I favored the black soul, why did you give it to that whore!" Upon saying those words, a black energy encompassed itself around the goddess's neck, and she was unable to speak.

  "You will not speak to a member of this court, and MY grandchild in any way. For your insolence, I will not heed your claim, and I cast you out, Purge!" upon saying those words, the goddess, Purge, appeared in her home, in a pocket dimension she made when she came to be. She began pacing around her dwelling, cursing the suit, and his family.

  "Curse him..." She said. "Curse his grandchild, curse her child, and curse her world!" she began rambling indecipherable words for minutes, until she realized something. "WRAITH" she boomed, and not a second later, an imp with long arms and a small body and a fitted suit appeared behind her.

(Thats him, and just for the hell of it, the goddess is in that room)

  "Damn-it Purge!" he yelled. "I don't care if you're having a mid life crisis or not, I was having a party with some imps, and it got pretty wild!" he jumped on her head, and looked in her eyes 'This has got to be pretty damn important, if you called me on this, my day off!"

  Purge picked Wraith up bu the skin on the back of his neck, similar to a mother cat, and placed him in a shirt pocket that she willed into existence. She began to walk to a shelf and placed vials around it that began to float. "Solana had a child yet to be born, I felt it! Gods may not be able to curse other gods, but their children, while still mortal, are exempt from this rule. I want you to make a spirit, to be placed on this new child's prophecy." she said. Wraith looked at the vials, and began mixing them. after a few hours, he made a shadow, and sent it to Solana's child. It would take a while for it to get there, and longer to avoid the gatekeeper's attention, so he released it, and went back to his party, leaving Purge to her insanity. "Soon" she said.