"Stock up!? Aureia, surely you jest!"  Moridax exclaimed, thinking about the trouble she'd have afterward.  "Ha! I should force each god come and fill out their own paperwork after they murder twenty people for not agreeing that she's the most loving Goddess!"  Truly, the Goddess of the Dead could not remember if such a thing would happen, but it seemed about right.  "How many administrator skeletons will I have to raise?  Will they be allowed breaks?  Even the risen dead have feelings and exhaust themselves!"

She drew close to Aureia and grasped her hands together and gave a pleading look.  "My dear, dear Aureia.  Is it bad that I have this inkling of not wanting to fix this world, knowing that I have that to look forward to?  Work! More work! How many years has it been?  Is Mister Bonesington still working?  Is Overseer Eyeball still watching the Soulium mines!?  Things I need to learn, yet, I don't want to!  Knowing means I would be back in the underworld and working again!"  This production was quite obviously overly dramatic but realistically was her true thoughts on the matter.  She released Aureia's hands and looked to the distance.  "And yet, I need to.  Why was I gone?  Who took me from my domain? Who threw the world into a chaos with no one ruling the underworld or the overworld, for that matter?"

"So for that I must ask...  Who is this girl?  And what is this Holy Emperor?  I have no idea what's going on right now."  She asked, looking over towards where the other gods were, trying to comfort the girl for the loss of her bodyguard or something before turning her gaze to Aureia again, this time she seemed somewhat cold, perhaps calculating.  Something one might expect from the Lord of the Underworld.  "Is there anything we are truly sure about right now besides a continued existence?"