[center][h1]Azo'tet[/h1][/center]

Roars of bloodthirsty cheering and the stamping of feet on stone carried into the air and out into the city as a crowded Coliseum watched a fierce battle between a group of eight humans and four centaurs. The centaurs had the advantage of speed on the humans as they continued to run in circles around the humans who had formed a shield circle to protect themselves from the savages. Swords flashed in the torch light that illuminated the cavern as the centaurs would dash in to try and break up the shields but would only get cut for their effort. Eventually one of the humans couldn't take being trapped and broke formation to try and take out one of the centaurs only to get swarmed by the other three and quickly cut down. 

Another ten minutes passed between the two forces before the remaining five humans were brought to their knees in front of the crowd with four bloodied centaurs standing over them with swords still in hand. At this moment all the cheering fell quiet as all eyes turned toward a dais that overlooked the blood soaked field where Azo'tet appeared looking down at the warriors. "You all have fought bravely. I welcome your souls to their new home as you will not be forgotten." The Lord of Death told the men on the field who held their heads high until they couldn't anymore. Azo'tet watched as the centaurs finished up the humans to the cheers of the crowd and left the arena before he turned around and headed back to the shadows of his perch over the arena.

"Father, I assume that you received the summons from the guardian as well." The voice came form the far end of the dais that was not touched by the blue flamed torches. Into the light stepped the four armed son of the Lord of death carrying with him one of the two God Bane items that was available in Kalian. 

Azo'tet picked up his weapon from its place against the wall before even acknowledging that his son was standing in the same room as him. "We will both have to go pay our respects to the old man and keep up appearances with the others. I trust that you got the item I asked you to get." Morgrim nodded and gestured to the silk pouch that hung from his hip as cheers rose once again from the crowd as new fighters entered the arena. "Let us go before we are late." Morgrim joined his father's side as smoke started to surround them and than they were gone and on their way to the meeting that would decide everything. 

A swirling pillar of smoke rose from the ground behind Death's throne soon revealing the two from Izamo. Morgrim silently handed the silk pouch to Azo'tet before going to stand next to his father's throne while keeping an eye on the rest gathered. Azo'tet walked past the rest of his siblings and up to the coffin where Rieth lay in rest. The lord of death reached into the pouch to produce a soul stone the size of a boulder that was lit from the inside with a golden light. "I thought a pure soul would be a good companion for the rest of eternity." He said under his breath as he placed the stone inside the coffin before turning around and looking at the gathered gods.

Azo'tet always felt like an outside when gathered with the rest of the gods as his domain was not a pleasant one to deal with. There was also the other matter that he had not taken part on either side of the rebellion and had instead helped to pick up the pieces after the dust had settled. The only god present that he had any close relationship with was Illyona and that felt more like a business agreement rather than a kinship. 

He had fulfilled his duty to the last king and now made his way over to his throne to wait for everything to settle down. The throne of death was a large slap of obsidian that glowed with a swirling internal white light with grooves carved into it where Azo'tet could settle and still be comfortable.