Baranshi: Business with Melanoche

She leaned against the wall of the Hall of Judgement. It had been some time since the meeting had concluded, and Melanoche had yet to emerge. Why is she taking so long? The goddess taps her foot, electricity sparking between her toes and the ground beneath them with each tap. Finally, the god of monsters appears, walking slowly, limping even, away from her trial. "Melanoche."

The dark god stumbles, surprised, before straightening herself up. "Baranshi. I thought Ansu was taking up your time recently."

The god of storms nods. "I'm here on his behalf."

Mel blinks. "I should have expected as much." As much as she tries to disguise her exhaustion, she hobbles to close the distance, standing a yard or so away. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Baranshi bows. "Ansu wants to thank you. Because of your actions, nephilim have returned to Ruyanei."

She squints. "He seems to be the only one thanking me."

"They are merely afraid. You may not have been alive during the time of nephilim before, but given enough time..."

"Rai has informed me..." The god of monsters pauses. "Why is Ansu thanking me? The other gods...they all are afraid. Is he not?"

"Information for information, dear Melanoche." The storm goddess' lips curl upward. "You are weak. Far too weak from a single isekai. Where is the other?"

Mel blinks as she purses her lips. "I..." She looks around, seeing no one else present. "He is training with Carnachias' seneschal. He calls himself Anord these days."

"A concubus, then? An interesting rival..."

"And what of Ansu?"

"I suppose you deserve that much. Your relative youth puts you at a disadvantage in terms of knowledge." Baranshi clears her throat. "Just as many other deities are patrons of their created races, Ansu is the patron god of nephilim."

"...and that is why Rai has ordered Divine Silence..."

The storm god nods. "He was the one who led the nephilic extinction so long ago. Out of...respect, for his brother, he is allowing this one a chance to survive. If he dies - which he won't - so be it."

"...how can you be so sure?"

Baranshi hums as she begins walking past the weakened god, stopping just beside her. "Divine Silence does not prevent you from giving quests. If you wish to have Dusk overcome the Saintesses, I suggest taking advantage of that. Good evening, Melanoche." She begins walking off.

The dark god turns, watching her walk away. "Good evening..."