It was a vast chamber. A single great table of black stone stretched across the hall, its polished surface veined with cracks that glimmered faintly. With seven chairs.
At the head of the table sat the Goddess Nytherra. Her throne was not carved or forged, but assembled from countless bones, each one fitted perfectly into the next. Skulls lined the armrests, hollow eyes staring outward, while the spine of some ancient beast arched across the backrest like a crown of death.
Around her, four other Gods had taken their seats. Sareth, God of Demons, his horn curved and polished to a cruel gleam. Beside him loomed Rhazir, God of Bloodbeasts, his many-fanged grin betraying the hunger that no slaughter could satisfy.
Feloria, a Goddess of Neko, her eyes sparkling with mischievous seduction. And Veylith, God of Elementals, his skin nothing more than a steam.
Yet not all the thrones were filled. Two chairs stood empty.
