Meanwhile, in some dark abyss

“Brother, what are you doing?”

The shorter, dark figure jumps as ‘he’ wheels around, seeing the older brother approach ‘him’, the golden figure radiating light as ‘he’ comes to observe the world they both left behind. After a mere glance, the Brother of Light turns to ‘his’ younger sibling.

“That is one of the Books.” It was not a question, it was a statement and a fact.

“You are correct, brother.” It was only logical to tell the truth, after all, lying would only discredit the Younger Brother’s reliability in the future.

“Which one is it… Do not tell me you gave them the Deat-”

“BY THE TREE! NO!” Declared the Brother of Darkness, ‘his’ horns nearly bashing ‘his’ brother’s antlers. “I threw that book to some other realm! I gave them the Rulebook!”

“This still does not alleviate my concern, Brother.” If the elder brother had facial features, they would be curled into a frown. “You gave them one of our more powerful magical items… while we wait for them to summon us back to their world for either our forgiveness, or their annihilation. Isn’t this contradictory to when you stripped them of your gift; Magic?”

“It is my gift to give and take as I see fit, Brother.” Came the younger’s snarl. “Besides… The one who stumbled upon it is hesitant to use it, cautious even. A good trait to have, when wielding this power.”

“Be that as it may, despite the current wielder, you still gave them an artifact that comes close to our own level in power, and while it may not surpass us, it could remake that world.” Reminds the God of Light, folding ‘his’ arms behind ‘his’ back. “Besides, when we created it, we intended it to help Humanity make… well, more Humanity. That tome will inherently be drawn towards its original goal, or something of an equivalent nature.”

“I understand, brother, but you have already given them your own artifacts, consider this one my own.” Growls the God of Darkness, before turning back to the world. The elder brother sighs, and blinks out of the plane the younger observes the world from, leaving the sole inhabitant to ponder, and grow bored.

“... I grow irked at how slowly this is taking… I expected some action or at least more chaos than a ripped article of clothing and a few test rules… I suppose I must manipulate actions to benefit my own entertainment.” The figure muses, before pulling out his own copy of the book, and jotting down in his own pages.

“New Rule: Any individuals who find the owner of the Mortal Rulebook attractive in a romantic or sexual light will act on these attractions as if they were multiplied twice fold. Any who are attracted to the owner of the Mortal Rulebook will feel jealousy to others who are attracted to them, but will be more than willing to share if persuaded by the owner of the Mortal Rulebook.”