…What? That was the only response The Scarlet said after hearing quite possibly the dumbest he ever heard of in his existence. Yura, The Lord of Light extended out his palm.

“So, Nix… do you accept our demands-

“Hold on, hold on,” he said. He took a deep inhale and a slow exhale through his nose. “You mean to convey… that you think SO lowly of me, that you’re willing to send a literal ten-year old to do your jobs for you AND have me be complacent in said jobs?”

“Whaaattt? No, what do you mean, Nix?” Said Yura trying to play this notion off, he was always so bad at playing things off. “I just want to extend an act of mercy upon you, we’ve been in this cycle of needless bloodshed and destruction for too long now, but you’re finally in a position where you cannot win! So as a sign of good faith, we are willing to spare your life if you so accept our terms.”

Nix raised an eyebrow at this clearly false notion.

“This is not about the kid at all, isn’t it?”

“Definitely not.” Yura replied quickly.

“Finally!” he thought, he was getting around the truth of this matter. The other gods around Yura looked at him perplexed and astonished, they thought that child was the one destined to slay The Scarlet God, but to see their leader directly state the opposite in such a rushed voice made them all turn heads.

“So then Yura.” Said Nix, “Why DID you ask for such an obvious stupid thing?”

Yura leaned back on his throne with his hand on his face and let out a deep sigh, whatever the genuine reason was clearly something of either deep regret or embarrassment to him, perhaps even both.

“Look… I won’t misconstrue this… my mother, Nyshandra, is coming to visit me here in a few years from now.” He said.

There was an audible gasp from the rest of the gods when this left Yura’s mouth, clearly this was a major shock to them as this was never mentioned to them before. Talanath, The Wind God, was the most appalled of them all and even in his drunken stupor was still comprehensive enough to know the true weight of Yura’s words.

“WHAT THE FCK DID YOU JUST SAY!?” shouted Talanath at Yura. “YOUR MOTHER IS COMING TO VISIT AND YOU TOLD FCKING NOBODY?!”

“I told Kyra to relay the message to everyone! Did you not get it?!” responded Yura.

Talanath looked at Kyra. Who was sleeping on his throne. As always.

“AGAIN, F*CKING NOBODY!”

“Wait, wait, wait…” frightfully stammered Listra,“Nyshandra is coming here? In three years?! Oh my goodness no. You still know what she did last time she was here, correct?”

“Of course I do, I’m not daft Listra! So imagine how she will react when she discovers the existence of that one!” Yura shouted while pointing at Nix. Calgarogo, The Smithing God was in a mixture of both shock and disappointment at the entire situation.

“…So you mean to tell me that the only reason we’re negotiating with The Lord of Demons to throw a fight against our chosen one is because your mother is visiting you?”

“Don’t you dare downplay the situation, Calgarogo! The last time she was here, she destroyed an entire continent because a mortal stepped on her favorite flower, keep in mind… this was the first time she ever saw said favorite flower. We’re STILL repairing that continent even today.” Said Yura, pointing out the last encounter with Nyshandra.

Yura was right, of course, but Calgarogo still felt like this whole situation was ridiculous in every feasible way, negotiating with their most hated enemy because Yura’s mother was visiting again.

“I understand that sir… but you’re her son right? Surely you can convince her to not destroy all we have built correct?”

“Convince? CONVINCE? Calgarogo, you try convincing an entity that is OLDER THAN TIME ITSELF, has ZERO sense of morality, AND can do literally anything to NOT do something. I may be her son but I am NOT in any position to either convince nor prevent her from doing something I dislike. She just doesn’t care!” Replied Yura.

Nyshandra, Lady of The Dark. Since before the existence of well… everything, only Darkness was around. No light, no time, no matter or space, just an ever permanent expanse of darkness made up everything, which means that she made up everything. Even after meeting the Primordial One in the void and giving birth to creation itself, Nyshandra still remains the only constant in the universe. Death will eventually overcome life, destruction will eventually triumph creation, and light will eventually burn out. Only she would remain as she has done multiple times over.

Nix heard many legends and stories about the “Night Lady”, how she would visit certain realms that interest and gave civilizations a great boon to further their lives, but since she was unbound by any and all laws or punishments, she would do anything she so desired and despite being mostly passive, she would alter or destroy anything that mildly irritated her as she did with that continent. Nix knew that his existence would undoubtedly irritate her but in this moment… he was too busy laughing at the bickering of the gods even care.

After awhile… the fighting ceased and the gods now had faces of either worry or anger towards Yura. The God of Light was now tired and looked at Nix once more.

“So… do you now accept my offer, Scarlet God?” He asked.

Nix had to gasp for air and pick himself off the floor to respond and after laughing, again, much to the annoyance of the gods, he calmed himself and gave his response. He wanted to jab at them a little more.

“No.” He said. “I instead have a counteroffer for you!”

“Oh really? What is your counteroffer Nix?” Tiredly replied Yura.

“This a simple one really. If I do lose to this kid, you gotta promise me that after 10 years have passed… I’m allowed to kill him in any way I do desire.”