"It has been some times since I have heard your whispers." X gave a nod of acknowledgement to the Creator. "It is fitting that of all times now you have called me back to your side. Speak not too loudly at your servant, for his voice is but a whisper to your own. Darko had invaded the Heavens from which you had cast him out, do your powers wane Creator? Has he managed to bypass your will? Or was it your will for him to be present before us? At which, I must confess I have not yet foreseen." Though his tone was of subservience, the words were slightly biting, doubting the omnipotence of the All-Maker for a moment. Fleeting, ever floating, barely tethered to even this realm as he wandered through the cosmic spheres. 

"Forgive me Creator, but your will is the greatest mystery I have revealed and concealed. It is unknown even to the God of Secrets. But the prophet of prophets asks, what have you seen that I have not?" He made himself nothing more than a mote of cosmic darkness and light, alternating between the darkest darkness of mystery and brightest light of truth. "Over the ruminations I have seen all possible outcomes, bar the will of the Gods, all things end in destruction. The seed of which began at the end." His form scintillated, rising to meet the Creator as but a speck of flashing dust. "The time has come, the Prodigal Son will return, and the seals are to break. It is the fate of this reality is it not? As you have made a beginning, so too will forces to your equal create an end. It was doomed to begin, just a fragile as mortal life."

"Immortality was and is and will be a lie, it was proven so when one of Us died. A cosmic shift in the balance of things, and we the Gods were made as Mortal. This too you had me do unto one of us, with this Sacred Book which I guard with my Powers. But all things do have prices, and the secrets used are no expection. I know this, and I demand this. It is the law which I had not created, but merely enforced." X still drifted, in circles around the magnitude of the Creator, unable to compare himself to the other being. "In Truth, I once sought to be like you, to aspire to be more than just a tool for the Creator, but now I wonder if even your powers have limits. I beg you not think your servant to be doubting you, but perhaps musing at the possibilities and probabilities of beings far older and we, who have survived the last cataclysm brought upon them just as we bring upon our own..."

"But with these Books, I have sealed, the mortals find ways to tease their secrets out. They have learned ways of the Gods, just as I had supported the Magic to be placed within their grasp those eons ago. They now too begin to seek power like the gods, for this I have kept the last book without fail with me. The Wars had scattered them into the hands of many, but I am bound by your will to never walk amongst the mortals once more to reclaim them. As such, only the White Moths have been able to safeguard them, yet the Black Moths also seek to use them." He finally stopped and returned to his normal appearance, set before the Creator, faceless face to faceless face.

"And though no mortal could bear to gaze within my Ledger, it is not within reason that your Prodigal Son may do so and regain what he had lost. The gods need every ally possible when he returns, Darko must once again remember the Light and Mercy of Death, and without his True Name, I cannot make my Prophecy into Fate. For this reason I, your servant, X has uttered the Names despite the seals. Punish me as you see fit Creator, yet I fear that the End of Time has already began in its beginning..." 

The God of Knowledge Reasons with the God of All Things.