Page 338 of The Gods Order

That’s when the real work started.

The beings who lived there who still, even after his death, were in die-hard support of our father had their souls weighed by Creed. He determined if they needed to go to Hell or…if there was no saving their souls.

Then there were those who weren’t in support of Kirabaddon, but the Abandon had become their home. They didn’t want to leave.

Those who wanted out were welcomed with open arms.

It’s been a much lengthier process than we—I—thought it’d be.

We have been able to make small adjustments to Godsden. I say small, but with the way the beings of Valveilious acted when we called a meeting at the Neutral, you would’ve thought we were waging another war.

The older, more powerful families didn’t receive our request that every Attendant be set free and return to the Godsdawn very well.

That request swiftly shifted into a demand.

My Valtrue and I had originally agreed that we wouldn’t be flashy or throw our power around. That went out the window the moment Nero’s father stood and told us we had no say-so in what they did with Attendants.

He learned very quickly that day that we do, in fact, have a say-so.

Nero took great pleasure in letting his father know he was now the Lead Mediator, and all his concerns could be brought to his attention.

I got quite a bit of satisfaction witnessing the argument.

When his brother punched their father in the face after Nero spilled the truth about the disappearance of the woman he loved, I laughed. Out loud.

It was a highly productive day.

Currently, all the Chancellors in the Godsdawn still hold their positions. Aside from Gulliver. Once he realized that Vulius was in a true completed Valtrue and had returned to society, he demanded that Ellian banish him for good.

Ellian told him good riddance and to enjoy retirement.

The other Chancellors are aware their time in power is coming to an end.

I already have their replacements in mind, but we aren’t at that point just yet. It’s on my seemingly never-ending list, though.

For now, the most important matter before us is giving the realm a couple of months’ heads-up that the Veiling Day they once cherished so deeply is no longer a thing.

None of us can bring ourselves to carry on the tradition.

It sits in my stomach like a stone when I think about upholding the sacred event to simply please people’s fear of change.

Another year of making twenty individuals believe they’re something special because they’ll receive what’s already rightfully theirs just doesn’t sit right with us.

Any of us.

So it’s time.

Time to share the truth with the realm.

The entire history of what truly transpired over the last twelve hundred years won’t fit on this slip of parchment, but the truth of the last several months will.

The realm deserves to know that the Beginning Gods they’ve prayed to their entire lives do not hold their positions anymore. They also should know that one day, in the near future, their power will be returned not to a select few but everyone.

My pen flows across the parchment as I finish up the last line, but I refrain from signing the decree. In time, the realm will learn who we’ve become, but for now, the last thing I want is to sign Amick, God of Knowledge, and suddenly have outside voices flooding my mind with prayers.

No, thank you.

Thayla, my brothers, Verlet, Seismet, V, and Lestari are plenty as it is.