King Kennard Osbert of the kingdom called Breigerton just received some terrible news. "Do you speak true?" he asked the messenger before him. "Yes, your majesty; The summoning was confirmed by one of our most trusted sources." Kennard just heard that the neighboring kingdom has begged their goddess for a hero and for some blasted reason that blue bitch has decided to answer.
"Assemble the tethermen, we will respond by summoning our own hero!" Kennard demanded. The messenger dared to question me "How can we be sure the Lady of Chains will answer us." Kennard already prepared an answer to this question "The Lady of Chains is a newer Goddess and therefore hasn't summoned a hero yet, nor has she ever needed to. She should be able to summon one to aid us in this war."
As the sun was going down and one of the two moons was rising the clergymen dressed in their burlap gowns, collars and chains were working on the summoning ritual circle. The circle was made with gold dust and the blood of extremely powerful monsters; otherwise known as high tolerance mana. The ritual circle was massive, easily covering most of the throne room.
Once the tethermen finished the summoning circle they began chanting in a language known only to the best magus.
The Lady of Chains was enjoying the warmth of devotion from her, rather big, slice of Pernthas. The power of faith was absolutely addicting, the more the better. When out of nowhere she felt a plea from her devoted; They wanted a hero for their pointless war. "Eh, why not? They've never asked for anything before." She quietly pondered for a bit and then decided to send the cheapest hero she could. After all this was her faith to bask in not theirs, and with a minuscule flick of her finger she made a pathfinder wisp to drag a hero to this world.
The God of Chaos was waiting for this perfect chance; that he eloquently orchestrated by convincing the Oceaness to summon a hero. He needed one of the more powerful gods to make a weak enough pathfinder spirit for him to steal and redirect, which is exactly what the Lady of Chains just did. "So, this spirit's directive is to find a soul just a little bit stronger than the Oceaness's hero? That's it? This is so lazy and petty." The God of Chaos was slightly taken aback by just how easy it was to give the spirit a new directive. "Go find the strongest adolescent mortal soul in existence and bring it to me."
The spirit dashed away from the planet like a shooting star in search of the soul. The spirit had to travel several galaxies away, which for a spirit took no longer than a day, to find the soul in question. Now because the God of Chaos was vague with his wording the spirit went and found the biggest soul belonging to one living entity; the spirit didn't care where it found said soul, or if it was damaged.
The spirit gathers up the miniscule amount of magic left in the electricity of a nearby power plant, just enough to encase this soul and kill its body. After the spirit kidnapped the soul like a pedo-van driver it started making its return to Pernthas.
While the spirit was making its way to the incorrect soul, the Lady of Chains didn't have a clue the spirit's directive he'd been changed. All seemed well until about sunrise or, to be more precise, the exact moment she noticed the spirit was still gone. The Lady of Chains frantically searched the magical projection of her home galaxy and couldn't find the spirit. The Lady of Chains could think of only one other god who might have a projection of more than the home galaxy, Fate the God of Karma.
She teleported straight to the God in question, the man sitting up high behind a judge's podium was known as Fate. "Mighty Fate, could you help me locate a lost spirit?" the mistress pleaded. "I have kept my eye on this 'lost spirit'. Your carelessness has brought a godless soul straight from its origin here." After hearing the deep monotone voice of Fate, the mistress felt a pit in her stomach and all the liquid gold in her veins nearly froze solid out of sheer terror. "We need to destroy the soul immediately!" The mistress shouted in fear; "I have witnessed the agony this soul has undergone, I have witnessed the kindness that burns slowly in this soul, I acknowledge the goodwill within this soul, therefore this soul has my protection until his karma becomes neutral." Fate decreed.
The Lady of Chains faltered a step back out of pure shock, a God protecting a godless soul this was completely unheard of, she attempted to protest, "Mighty Fate, if this soul reaches Pernthas it will kill all the Gods including you; why protect it?" The mistress's eyes must have lied to her because she just saw the immovable stony face of Fate smirk and reply, "Have a little faith." With her jaw ajar and her thoughts flowing like thick mud, the Lady of Chains stared at the Mighty Fate God of Karma like he just shat out a cake and ate it. She was so bewildered she had to ask, "Did you just make a joke? Did I just see and hear the unchangeable immovable insurmountable Fate make a joke with a smirk on his face?"
Fate's features went back to normal and replied, "No. You don't know what will become of this soul, this soul is still young it will be your duty to ensure it's provided for, and to ensure its safety. Do you accept this arduous task?" When the Mighty Fate makes an offer to you it's not an offer; it's an order, an order you accept or don't and perish. "Yes, I Lady of Chains accept this task." The mistress scampered out. "Good, now leave and prepare to accept the soul when he arrives." As the mistress returned to her abode, Fate had one more task to complete.
With one thought the God of Chaos was pulled before Fate, "You have made a grave mistake, your last mistake I fear, but that isn't for me to decide not yet. Now it's your duty to return the spirit back to Lady of Chains when it arrives. Do you accept?" The God of Chaos asked a question before answering in the affirmative, "May I speak with the soul before I return it to Lady of Chains?" Fate pondered for a moment and nodded, "Then I God of Chaos accept."