A new visitor, godly.

Avriit feels a presence within his castle. It's not too unfamiliar to say it's definitely divine, but he can't recognize who it is. Walking hastily back to the throne room, he ends up teleporting part way through the walk to make the trip faster. As Avriit appears in his throne room, he sees a figure looking and seemingly taking in the throne itself.

"Can I help you?" Avriit asks in a calm tone. Avriit takes not that this god was using a masculine form, but he still didn't recognize him.

As the man turned around Avriit's eyes were taking in everything they could to discern who this might be. The unknown god was wearing furs like it was in the old days in the north. They were plain brown and black split into a thick coat, a basic shirt probably made of cotton, and pants with fur lining. The man's hair was shaggy and oily, reaching his shoulders. He had a similar beard, which made his whole look seem hoboesque. As if straight from the Siberian or Alaskan wilderness, this man seemed skittish by how he jumped at Avriit's voices.

"I-I..." The man stammered. Then he straightened his posture and gathered his composure. "I am like you! But uh... The other gods warned me about you. Is-" The man was cut off by Avriit taking a step closer.

"What's your name young one?" Avriit asked curiously. It seemed obvious to Avriit that this was a young spawn of the empty that exists, or doesn't exist, outside of the universe.

"Oh! I'm Belial. Well, it's what I was named back in the day. The uh other guy didn't like what I had to offer people to look forward to." The name rings a bell from one of Avriit's previous lives as a mortal. Belial is a demon in charge of literal uselessness and desperation.

"Well, I can certainly say I didn't expect ... well you to be showing up here. What is it I can do for you?" Avriit was analyzing everything Belial did, just to make sure he wasn't trying to be malicious.

"So I saw and heard the whole thing you told us, you know, about living amongst the mortals. I was wondering if that pertained to us demons as well." Belial was clearly feeling inadequate in the presence of the new ruling god.

"You think you're a demon? Oh, poor Belial. What if I told you that no angel, or demon, was just what those titles meant? You are a god, like me, like Yahweh, and all the older ones you may know or have heard of." Avriit says in an attempt to inform the young god.

Belial tries to come up with a retort but thinks about what he is being told and is left speechless. The shy and calm nature is quickly turned into one of anger and full of betrayal.

Speaking up to explain Avriit says, "Yes, we are all of the same essences, but I am the strongest I have ever met. Even before I was trapped. But I've taken precautions to not let anything happen to me again. If there's one thing I can advise-" Avriit gets cut off as Belial says "I don't need your help. I'm pissed. I will kill him. I will kill them all!"

Belial is getting angry and thrust his power from his body, filling the room with darkness. The display is a power show, but it's not more than a minor ability compared to the castle alone, which puts out the darkness naturally.

"Sorry Belial, but I can't let you do that. You're welcome to join the gods as a peer, but you know the rules like everyone else. More threats and ..." Avriit is cautious but very stern. He is trying to not set Belial off but it seems he's too far gone.

Belial is glaring at the elder god and his eyes go black, emanating his domain as much as possible. "I'm in charge of making people useless and ****, and you're no different." He then lunges forward trying to expel his power but gets caught mid-air.

Avriit doesn't even lift a finger to catch the leaping godling. Wrapping his arms around his back he makes his way to the top step where the throne sits. "You disappoint me, and you will be the first example to other rule-breakers." Once on the step, Avriit moves Belial to be face to face with him. "First let's strip this false skin." Avriit goes into poking and prodding the body Belial is in, tearing it away like a paper costume revealing something akin to a ball of energy. The energy is dark and swirling just like the domain he rules over. Then an eye opens in the middle of it and storms boil across the surface of its small form.

"There we go, now, time for you to go." Avriit begins a launch process to get him out of the universe.

"Wait, please no!" Belial begs but his plea falls on deaf ears. Avriit releases the spell and sends the demon away, but not without cursing him to crave sexual pleasure for all of his existence.

Ground rules and all, it's been a whole night since this all started. Avriit sits on his throne and meditates, waiting for a prayer.