Neveras slowly sifted through the portal, still in his cold demeanor as he over heard the yelling from the beast near him. "You are in the presence of the very thing that created you, and you dare bring hostility before him? You would be wise to keep your tongue, lizard." He spoke at Shoshar, "Lest I, myself, remove it." Neveras already planned for Vaul to be one of the very first, so he didn't care how he felt about himself. But if Shoshar wants to be disrespectful to family then he can be on the list as well.

As Neveras was in his thoughts, he continued on the path presented to him from the portal. "I don't have all day, I have things to do, so let's hurry this up, Great Angel Thirianna" He spoke out loud, as if a prayer, knowing she would hear him. The portal nor the body of the creator affected him as much as it did the others. The portal was a theatric, just a simple door, that any angel could make... if they had the power. The body... he felt its' presence before the great war, so in its' death, it was still as overwhelming as ever.

But none of this mattered to him. He was giving his last respects to everyone until he decided to give everyone one chance, and leave. Neveras was done with the squabbling, disrespect, and forced way of life the spirits had created. He was going to change it.