Arkadin rolled his eyes as the large shadow enveloped what he was working on, blocking his light and just generally pissing him off. He wanted to ignore the being whose presence was getting in the way of Arkadin’s work, but he knew that the being would just stand there until Arkadin acknowledged them.
“What do you want, Kenon? Are you here to rub my snout into some new failure of mine?”
The Void Lord grunted, crossing his arms, a large gunstaff in one hand and a bag of shopping in the other.
“I was considering doing so, but I have questions to ask. Most importantly, in the name of our glorious darling Kinisis, why are you a small, armoured feline creature?”
With a little snort, Arkadin uncurled from his little cushion, the one perched on top of the shelves in the corner of the living room. He stretched his arms and legs out, then tidied away his stuff back into a tiny little box.
“What’s it to you?”
“Normally you are… much larger…” Kenon grumbled. “You are so small. Squish-able even.”
“So?”
“It is unfitting of a death god to be so small and puny.”
The Thantophor scoffed at Kenon’s claim. “You do realise that the majority of decay goes on at the microscopic level, right? And whatever, enough of that, why the fuck are you here?”
Kenon shrugged, mainly because he was still distracted by Arkadin’s tiny size. Sure, his tail was pretty long, but the rest of him? Barely a meter tall. And weirdly fluffy. Almost… cute.
“Oh yes, I remember now. You do realize you have created sub-deiton beings, along the genetic traces of a Kiniseon being, yes?”
“Uh… no.”
The Void Lord seemed rather displeased with Arkadin’s answer.
“What do you mean, no? You are creating beings that are almost on the same level of Kiniseon beings!”
“I am?”
Kenon snarled. “Are you playing games with me? You literally came in and were willing to be repeatedly stabbed by myself when I took your two little Arkideteleon beings!”
Arkadin was clearly still confused. “Are you claiming that Retvik and Trismit are the same as Kinisis’s favourite little beings?”
“Not quite, but the beings you create are… close.”
“I… uh… no… they’re really not…” Arkadin sighed, trying to work out how to explain. “They’re just… insanely lucky.”
Kenon grunted. “What do you mean?”
“I didn’t intentionally create them with those powers or anything. I mean, most of Retvik’s prowess are due to Yisini and the Rethianos experiment. Trismit is just… a lucky fool. They don’t have special powers because of me, they have special powers because they got saved at just the right time for Kiniseon cosmic background radiation to do its job and turn those individuals into, well, magical items, rather than just, you know, killing them.”
“So let me get this straight: you just happened to save Retvik as he was exposed to enough Radia to give him fire powers instead of him dying?”
Arkadin nodded. “Basically. I must have done the same for Trismit at some point. Or heck, maybe Kairos or Epani saved him. I don’t know.”
“So… what you are saying is…” Kenon stopped abruptly as Arkadin placed what looked like cute yet clawed paws over his mouth.
“Please don’t try and make more magical beings by accident. Enjoy the happy accidents you already have.”
“And why not?” Kenon snarled.
“For every one magical being you make, you end up killing thousands. It’s not worth it.”
The Void Lord sighed, then tutted, moving back to give Arkadin some space. “Very well. But what do you suggest I do in the mean time?”
“I don’t know. You’ll have to ask Yisini, I guess…”
“Wonderful!”
Suddenly, Kenon clapped his hands with glee and disappeared in a puff of smoke, which left a dark mark on the ceiling. Arkadin rolled his eyes one final time, then reached for a bottle of cleaning spray to fix the mess Kenon had made.