Five pantheons were watching the same sunset from different angles in places that were between divine ideas.
The God of Death leaned forward, resting its chin on one pale hand. It looked closely at the group of small figures on the island's western cliff, as if it had been waiting a long time for something to happen.
It said, "Interesting."
The Goddess of Madness laughed, and the sound spread out in waves that broke up the light around her. "I want to break him, and I want to see what he does with the pieces."
The God of Plague looked at the island from a distance, carefully figuring out its vectors and weaknesses with the calmness of something that had never had to hurry. "He'd be a great vessel for despair if you framed it right."
The Twins of Entropy spoke in a way that was always the same, with each word landing half a beat behind the other.
