Reina continued to stand beside the floating Nyarlathotep and answer every question the multi-colored beings asked of her. Which, surprisingly enough, weren't all that difficult to answer and consisted of only five questions:
"When was the last time you had contact with her?" The blue one asked.
"Before I was reincarnated."
"Have you ever met any of her agents?" Asked the green one.
"None that I'm aware of."
"Have you ever done a quest or mission for her?" Red asked through a yawn as if they were already bored with the whole situation.
"Has she gifted anything to you?" Gold calmly asked with a reproachful look sent in Red's direction.
"Aside from the abilities I was born with? Nothing."
The four other beings all turned to Orange and awaited their question... However, after several minutes of silence from their companion, Blue bluntly asked the final question.
"Do you know where she is or what could have happened to her?"
Reina's eyes briefly widened in confusion, then she shrugged her shoulders and shook her head negatively.
"Sorry, no, I don't."
"Truth..." Orange mumbled.
The four other beings collectively sighed and seemed to relax after all of their questions had been answered.
"Thank you for your time, mortal. We apologize about the way you were brought here, but we needed to question you directly on this matter. Forna, while not a True-Born or an Original goddess, is still highly respected and she has a not insignificant number of followers that grow more restless with each passing day." Gold explained.
"Um... Sorry, but, I don't understand what you mean by True-born or Original Goddess. Aren't gods... You know... Gods?"
"Ooo—Ooo Can I explain it!? Can I!?"
"If it'll shut you up."
Nyarlathotep turned to her and somehow made his wing look as if he were holding one finger in the air. "Much like monsters, beasts, and classes. Gods possess 'tiers' and 'ranks' in accordance with their power levels. This is fairly common knowledge and anyone who devotes themselves to serving gods are aware of this fact. However, what most mortals don't, or refuse, to believe is that a class system is also prevalent amongst the gods."
"Class system? Are we talking about 'job' classes or hierarchy classes?"
"A bit of both, actually. Gods can be divided into three main classes and each class has ten 'tiers' just like a beast or monster would." He showed her a frightening grin and held up a second 'finger'.
"The 'Mortal' gods are the lowest class of god. They are the class of the reincarnated and reborn heroes that, through their own deeds and blessings from a patron, have ascended to Godhood. Of course, they are usually the weakest of the lot and are little more than peasants/civilians in the eyes of the other two classes.
"The second 'class' is that of the 'True-Born' gods. They are the class of gods that were born with their powers and domains. They are the 'Kings' and 'Queens' of the gods and rule the mortal gods just as their mortal counterparts rule their subjects. Also, they are usually the direct descendants of the first class of god..." Nyarlathotep made an uncomfortable face and cleared his throat before speaking. "The Originals are called such because they've been around since the beginning. There may only be five of them, but they are the Gods of gods. Each one is the very incarnation of their domain and all other gods 'borrow' their power from the originals. Take Amaar: the Original God of Death, for example. If he wanted to he could wipe out all life in the universe with just a snap of his fingers and... Well... There's not a damned thing any of us could do to stop him."
"Amaar? Haven't I heard that name somewhere before?" Reina wondered.
"If Amaar is death... Then who are the other four?"
Nyarlathotep opened his mouth to speak, but he was interrupted by the soothing voice of gold.
"There's the twins Uoas and Sorus: Gods of creation and destruction respectively, Dryna: Goddess of Time, and Axaas: the life bringer. These four, plus Amaar, are the Original Gods and they alone are responsible for the protection and maintenance of Yggdrasil."
Reina looked around the room in obvious confusion as she listened to gold's explanation... "Um... Protection from what exactly?"
"What do you mean?"
"You said they were responsible for the 'protection and maintenance' of Yggdrasil so... What are they protecting it from? It's not like there's anything powerful enough to destroy or seriously harm a supposedly multiversal being, so why is 'protection' even a part of their title?"
"Oh, my sweet girl... But there is something powerful enough to destroy her."
"Sorry, attorney-client privilege. You can't hear this." With a snap of his 'fingers', a glowing red shield formed around the two of them and blocked them from the multi-colored being's sight.
"The Father, or as some have taken to calling it: The serpent of Origins, is a multiversal being that lives near the base of Yggdrasil. And not only can it destroy Yggdrasil anytime it wanted to... It could recreate it in a single breath and—." The sound of breaking glass filled the room as Nyarlathotep's shield was shattered and an overbearing sense of power flooded the room.
Reina looked between Nyarlathotep and the blue being with worry in her eyes.
The gods murmured amongst themselves for a moment, then refocused their attention on Reina.
"Nyarlathotep, would you mind escorting Reina out? I believe there are some people waiting to see her." Gold suggested.
"Yeah, whatever. C'mon."
Reina hesitated for a brief moment on what to do, but she eventually turned and followed Nyarlathotep's back as he led her into the darkness surrounding the room. After several minutes of walking with only the faint glow from Nyarlathotep's body to guide her. Reina spotted a large wooden door with opulent golden depictions of a tree on its center. Nyarlathotep used his talons to grab the heavy golden ring the door used as a handle and easily pulled the door open. A sudden explosion of white light blinded Reina for a moment. But once her eyes adjusted she noticed they were now standing in a well-lit courtyard with massive oak trees surrounding them.
Off to the side of the courtyard, Reina saw Donna and an unfamiliar dark-haired man with huge snow-white wings standing beneath an open, dark wooden gazebo. Before she could open her mouth to announce her presence, the dark-haired man reached out and cupped Donna's jaw with his left hand and said, "I missed you, Dohna."
"Donna?" Reina motioned for Nyarlathotep to get down and the two of them hid behind a group of trees. They watched as Donna slapped the man's hand away from her face and glared defiantly into his eyes.
"Don't touch me." She hissed. "You have no right to touch me after what you did."
"What I did? I'm the reason you and your friend are still alive and this is the thanks I get?"
"Oh, thank you ever so much for saving us~" Donna sarcastically replied. "But need I remind you, that I wouldn't have needed your help if you didn't turn me in to the elders. It's your fault I'm like this... Never forget that." She pushed past him and began walking toward the large white-stone building connected to the courtyard. The man grabbed Donna's hand and forcefully turned her to look at him.
"Damnit, Dohna! It's not like I knew they would banish you!"
"... I'm curious what you thought would happen after you told them that I fell into a supposed sin. Did you think they'd give me a medal? A slap on the wrist with a stern "don't do it again."?"
The dark-hair man looked decidedly uncomfortable with this line of questioning, as he just stared at Donna's face with a grim frown on his face.
"Yeah," She jerked free from his grasp. "That's what I thought."
"A fair warning, Dohna... I have to report to the higher-ups that you're back."
"I'm not 'back'. As soon as Leon is released and Reina returns, I'm heading back to the mortal world."
"Even so, I—"
"I know, I know. You have to wag your tail for the boss, right? As I said, I won't be here long."
Donna left the man standing there as she turned on her heel and walked away.
A few seconds after she left, the dark-hair man disappeared in a flash of silver light, causing Reina to sigh in relief.
"Your friend is rather interesting."
Nyarlathotep looked up from the page he'd been silently reading from his book and nodded in the direction of the gazebo.
"Angel's don't often associate with those outside of their race." His voice went down an octave, "Mostly because they're a group of self-entitled brats with a daddy complex." His voice returned to normal and he smiled at her. "But that's really just my opinion, no need to go spreading it around and causing a stir..."
"That guy was an angel? Like... The kind from the bible?"
"I don't know." He shrugged. "Was that some form of holy text where you're from?"
"Yeah, it was."
"Eh, it's certainly possible. Angel's are a fairly new race, so I don't know all the details. The oldest amongst them is only a few millennia old, barely more than a child by our standards."
"Erm... That reminds me. What were you saying earlier? About the father of creation and Yggdrasil?"
"Sorry, but orders are orders. I'm all for annoying them at every available opportunity, but even I know not to cross that particular line. Besides, you remember the orange guy?"
"Yeah," He chuckled. "We usually just call him 'P': because his real name is a total bitch on the throat... But he's watching us, so even if I wanted to, I couldn't tell you."
Reina glanced around the courtyard for any sign of someone spying on them but failed to notice anything right away.
"You won't find anything. P is the judge of fate, so he's basically forced to perceive all of reality: Past, Present, and Future simultaneously... Okay, so maybe he's not watching us per se and more like he's watching everything."
"Is that why he was so sleepy?"
"Ha! if only. He's just a lazy bastard that likes to sleep more than anything else."
Nyarlathotep's book suddenly started to vibrate, startling both of them. "Oh crap, I gotta go! Hey, just head inside that building and ask for the nurse to take you to see your friends. I'll be back in a few hours!"
Nyarlathotep vanished in a flash of red light, causing Reina to grumble in annoyance as she climbed to her feet and headed for the large white-stone building...