“What do you mean, no?”
Itaviir and Vikalos both sighed and rolled their eyes. Neither of them particularly enjoyed dealing with Life Goddesses, normally because they would complain constantly and wish to speak to higher ups until they got what they wanted. The never-ending stream of criticism and wishing to move problems up the chain of command irritated most Decay Lords, to the point that they had a specific name for it: Carenizing.
Kinisis, a rather well-known Life Goddess in the local area, wasn’t normally too bad when it came to this problem. In most of the conversations between her and the Thantir Decay Lords, she was often willing to just nod her head and accept the Thantir’s offers. Sure, she would try to look scary, what with her parading around with her twelve little godly guardians, but Kinisis was normally considered to be an alright being.
Not today though. As soon as she had heard about the strange Decayling they had captured, she had stormed in and instantly started Carenizing.
“I demand you let me see him.”
“I am sorry, Kinisis, you cannot see the Decayling or access him in any way.”
“Why the fuck not?”
Vikalos grunted. “After we captured the target Decayling, we discovered that he had been compromised by a Kenic Spore, most likely as a revenge plot by the Voidborn. While we have neutralized the threat, he needs to remain in quarantine.”
Kinisis crossed her arms, snarling. Like most Life Goddesses, she was naked aside from a starry cape and normally quite small. But her anger had made Kinisis expand to the point that she was larger than Vikalos and Itaviir were, towering over the two already very large Decay Lords. Her own guardians looked tiny, all scattered around her feet.
“I want to see him. Surely I can speak to him through quarantine?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“We have just managed to stabilize the Decayling. He needs rest. And either way, we cannot give this Decayling back to you.”
Kinisis blinked, caught off guard. “Wait, you are saying you won’t give me my son back?”
Vikalos nodded. “We had Decayling Arkay heavily tested. According to the results by Decay Lord Kal, this Decayling is now highly volatile and requires rehabilitation before he can be considered as available for Life Goddess pickups.”
Itaviir turned to Vikalos. “You took him to Kal?”
“Of course I did.”
Itaviir grunted. “Should have expected as much. Is that what Kal said?”
“Kal’s exact words were… not as pleasant or polite. But yes, all six of Kal were insistent that the Decayling go through rehabilitation first.”
“But I want to see my damn son!” Kinisis shouted. “I want to see my Arkadin!”
“Life Goddess Kinisis, seeing the Decayling could put your life in danger. The Decayling has trauma issues and may lash out…” Vikalos tried to explain. “As I said, he requires rehabilitation, and you cannot do that. Especially since you are the one who caused his trauma.”
“But I-” Kinisis paused, noticing the small, blue being flapping in front of her face.
“Mistress, I know we all want to see your son again, but we should let the Decay Lords do their work…” Tahnahos, one of Kinisis’s smallest yet wisest Guardians, interrupted. “It hurts, yes, but you don’t want to go and see Arkadin and him be angry at you.”
Kinisis growled, then gave in, knowing her Guardian was right. “Very well. I’ll relent. But I want to know when I can see him, alright! Arkadin is my son and I want to know everything!”
“Of course…” Vikalos bowed. “We will provide you with new information when we can.”
The Life Goddess then shrunk herself down, reverting to her normal size. With a flash of her starry cape, Kinisis disappeared, taking her Guardians with her.
In the silence, Itaviir turned to Vikalos, rolling his eyes.
“Are you actually going to tell her?”
“No…” Vikalos frowned. “Not unless we want either a dead Decayling or a dead Life Goddess on our hands…”
Itaviir tutted, before turning around and heading back down to the quarantine chambers. “We will just have to keep this under wraps for now…”