[b]Moridax, Lord of the Underworld[/b]
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Moridax cared little for the priestess the other gods were fawning over like some lovestruck adolescent. No, instead, of course the merchant was the bright one who spoke to her instead.  "A good question my well traveled friend!  I'm afraid I have a not so good answer."  The goddess of the underworld said with a sigh.  "Sadly, keeping this form is taking a good deal of energy.  Even with all the materials, I wouldn't be able to even make my last form, let alone use it."  She added shaking her head a small bit at the frustration of it all.  Truly these were dark times...  Well... She didn't have to do paper work... She jumped over to Aureia, grabbed her hands with her own and danced around for a small bit, "I may not have much power but it's like a vacation to me~!"  The formed corpse woman said happily.  She spun the commerce goddess around for a second before noticing that Ashte had beheaded the man and stopped.  

"Ahhh..."  The underworld goddess sighed as she let go and grabbed on to Ashte's arm.  "Please...  Don't make as much paperwork for me after we get our positions back!"  She whined, really hoping that the Goddess would listen to her pleas.  She had no hope as such but...  "I know it's your job but still..."