[center][h2]Oksana[/h2][/center]

As each God, and Goddess arrived Oksana did not move from her place among the thrones, rather she gave each of them a nod, and a simple held, sometimes a wave of her hand. She did however give Ilyona a bit of a smile, as well as giving one to Kilgarrah when she spotted his form. This reaction only changed when Ki’ivara appeared, and bit the lobe of her ear. Oksana suddenly looked angry, her eyes cutting to the side at the Goddess of Lust as she retreated back to her own place among the Gods. With a single wipe of her finger tips Oksana cleared away any saliva that Ki’ivara may have left behind, and flicked it onto the ground with a scowl. 

When Oksana saw Naqqash though, her skin crawled, and she remembered her brother who she had so violently beheaded before. Feeling slightly ashamed to be in his presence, she turned her head away, not wanting to look at the Demi God she had orphaned. It was no secret that Oksana was vehemently against Naqqash taking the seat of Greed among the Gods, but was a secret was the fact she felt it was for Naqqash’s own good. Oksana firmly believed that no god should ever take the seat of Greed again, as it was that very domain that had helped lead War down the path of Rebellion. 

[center][h2]Zadia[/h2][/center]

An explosion of raw energy suddenly erupted across the room, everything turning a dark almost crimson red. A crackling ball of raw hate floated in midair for a moment, when suddenly materializing from the ball of energy stood Zadia, her arms spread wide, and standing tall above the others. She looked between all of them, and grinned wickedly at Naqqash. It was when her eyes fell upon the coffin that Zadia smiled the most though. Stepping rather heavily Zadia stood over her Grandfather’s corpse, and flexed a bit. “Finally dead.” She looked to the others. “The fool is finally dead, and the THRONE belongs to me! My father deserved the throne! So as his heir, it should go to me.” 

Zadia turned, and began walking towards the throne, but not so much towards the throne, but reaching out to grab her father’s center of power. The Dagger was a symbol of war, and it glew a bright red the closer Zadia got to it. Her trip was cut short though as Oksana stood in the way suddenly, and glared at Zadia. The two facing off for a long moment as Oksana stared up at the four armed Goddess of Amazons

“You do not deserve your Father’s power Zadia, you are nothing like him… You are a shadow of his glory, and filled with hatred and arrogance.” That was when two of Zadia’s fists found Oksana’s face, and stomach sending her across the room to crash into a wall. Zadia began to follow, as if meaning to pummel Oksana more, but soon found herself flung like a Ragdoll into a pillar. Both Goddesses lay on the floor, staring at the Guardian who now stood. “This… Is not something I will allow in the Heavens. Battle does not wage here!” He shouted, his body becoming immense, larger than any of the Gods attending. All of them had been told by their Father Rieth, that the Guardian was the most powerful of any beings in existence, but was completely restrained by his oaths to only guard the Heavens, and to never seek out violence. “None of you may take the throne simply by sitting upon it. All of you have some part to play in who will become King. You know that whoever is to become king, must have collected every center of power, and placed it within the throne. Now... I have called you all here, so that you may see each other. Perhaps come to a peaceful conclusion as to who will ascend the throne.”