~ Chapel Perilous ~

[Craines]

Time heals all things, my Apple. Of course, it cannot heal our infraction. Not after you betrayed me. No, there cannot be any way of us reuniting. Hell, last time we did what happened? Earth. No, we dont belong together. Were too alike. But at the same time, we are opposites. Quite a quantum conundrum, isnt it?

Hais, you will never accept that it was perhaps your fault for our divorce, will you? Just let it drop! That was the past. Stop dwelling on it! There are mortals now to enjoy. We cant really look at them and make parallels with our lives. We are gods, or a god and a metadeity, at any rate. The thing is, Doc, we dont have total control on our plane. Just on theirs.

There is no our plane, Eris. I have ascended. How else could I avoid the bureaucracy! The ancient Terrans and their need to summon the Court if you hadnt chosen to leave!

There was a chance we both would have died. Fear is a common trait, even among the almighty. And hon, when youre immortal, you opt to avoid that which undoubtedly will end in death.

But it didnt. Where we are both immortal, only *I* am invincible. There can be no end to me. The traits that fuel me are necessary to humanity. The Helghast, too, and those Phantoms which I will soon be helping. Can you believe it? Ive decided to aid mortals for information. A good thing, then, that they cannot challenge me.

But I can.

You could have, once. But you dont have the will. And dont flaunt those idiot Illuminati. You seem to forget that CThulu was a foolish creature, the mere embodiment of insanity. One of my horsemen, I believe you said. The cavalry is nothing compared to the general.

Oh my, you two love to talk, dont you! I mean, hell, I only died a week ago and you people havent stopped bickering!

The Doctor and Eris turned around to see Fiona walking forward, her daughter Sylvia nearby. Bicker, bicker, bicker. If youll be so kind as to remember, gods dont have to fight. Just make the lives of us mortals miserable. I know you succeeded in that regard with me.

Eris turned, extending an arm to comfort Fiona, but the Doctor stopped her. A mortal has entered and sees us. Strange. She must be extremely pious, or have some unresolved matter that we must aid her in.

Her pineal is rather large

Stop with the brain-talk, my Apple. Her brain has absolutely nothing to do with the afterlife. Let us speak with the mortal and discover her purpose here. Cosmic order does declare that we must aid her. Well, you must. I will help she interests me. Let us begin.

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