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The Goddess of War, triumphant, beautiful, bold and brave strode in as golden trumpets heralded her arrival. The honorable war goddess should be as a friend to Revan, nay she has been for centuries yet with each passing year, each passing season her piety becomes less and less tolerable for the shadowy justice God. He receded into the shadows as his fellow immortal called out to see who else was in attendance. He made not a sound, was completely and utterly silent as he watched her. Her graceful movements full of purpose, she was not and has never been timid. A trait Revan rather admired in her. Her keen eyes had spotted arrows in flight, daggers in assassins hands and now musket balls sailing through the air yet the shadowy mass in the corner of the room was overlooked by the war goddess. His ability to remain out of sight of the most noble of his kind was something he always took solace in. He watched as Athena relented her search for others and instead reached out to the food available to her. A dark smirk etched it's way onto the edge of his mouth just as he heard her mutter a warning to herself to leave some food for the others.

The Temptress came next, Corallium Goddess of Fate. Revan's jaw tensed as his intense green eyes locked onto her as she strode into the room. Indignation pouring off her in waves, she hated these events. From the very first to this one now she toiled during the course of the gathering. She found them dull, tedious and useless. There was a time Revan would have agreed with her, then when he came to suspect his fellow immortals of wrong doing these friendly meetings were the perfect way to glean information over cups of wine and plates of food. A small hand full of deities, new and old had been investigated and punished by Revan Thanatos for their crimes. Acting against another immortal was never a popular option but it had to be done in the past cases, the vote had been unanimous in each case. Yet it was Revan's choice of punishment the garnered the horror of the other gods. Now they reside down below in the afterlife yet they went screaming, He who was Vengeance saw to that.

The last of the early arrivals was the damned scribe, the chronicler of the Gods, Librus. Revan never took a liking to the odd man, he had a way of looking at Revan as if he was studying some relic that made Revan's skin crawl. He grimaced in the darkness but relented to step into the light for the first time. Librus noticed him immediately and locked his intelligent gaze on Revan. The Shadow of Justice chose to ignore him for now and spoke, alerting Athena and Corallium to his presence, no doubt much to their surprise as they must have assumed they were the first to arrive.,

"Noble War Goddess, and Lady Fate... it has been too long. I see you've each already tasted the bounty the Hall offers, I recommend the crimson wine, it has a particularly rich bouquet."

He said in way of greeting as he set his now empty goblet on the table beside Athena. He was well aware his presence often unnerved most, even his fellow immortals. He was also well aware his reputation caused his fellows to look upon him unfavorably. His pension for invasive investigation into their lives searching for any signs of wrong doing granted him a nasty reputation among his fellow gods and goddesses. Fortunately for them he had little reason to investigate his fellows for the last three thousand years, however immortal memories are good and the rarely forget past trespasses. They may hate him for what he's done but he was only doing his duty, what he was made for. Punishing the unjust, as always.

Revan then turned to face Librus, a his gaze like daggers as he stared into those thick spectacles the Archivist wore.

"Librarian, I'm surprised you could pull yourself away from your books quick enough to get here so early. One would think you missed your fellow immortals."

Revan said in an icy greeting to the chronicler of the gods.