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The death god simply sighed when his daughter left. Not paying much mind to what the other gods were saying, as his thoughts wandered off for a moment. Pyrexus had been too young to understand what happened back then and how she lashed out at him lately, that was partially his own fault, for not explaining properly.. But how could he? He loved his daughter, but he was immensely bad at expressing it. He needed to talk to her.. He needed...

His head turned to his brother who spoke to him.. "I.." a deep sigh "If you would brother.. If you would also explain to her, why it happened.." Rasoc asked, referring to back when he ended his daughter's mother's life. "I will see you around dear brother.." he muttered, got up from his seat and left the council room to get to the portal that led to Vescteseg's realm.

As Rasoc arrived in Vestenyos, the death god exited the teleportation chamber and into a hallway. Entering a large hall, Rasoc noticed the Vescteseg sitting in his obsidian throne, his steps completely silent as he made his way to the table and sat down in a chair. The scent of food in the air. The pictures on the wall of himself, earning a raised brow under the hood. Odd..
The gods didn't really need to eat, but once in a while they'd indulge themselves in the pleasure of consuming food. And consume food they could indeed, since they didn't really get the feeling of being full. It made Rasoc feel like a bottomless pit sometimes. Nodding in greeting to his host, he glanced at a brazier for a few moments before directing his attention to the god of corruption. "... 'Tis odd, that Klethi would suggest such a thing.." the god of death spoke, his voice dark and gravelly.