Typically, he’d be at his own temple. Causing havoc as the ruler, being reckless as a trainer, and all of the above. He was the god of Wrath, people said. And it made sense. He had quite the temper. And quite the strength…

And alongside him, came other beasts like the Great Destroyer himself. They were basic opposites of the ‘heroes’ they all despised.

The beasts had simple names: Burning Spice— himself —, Mystic Flour, Shadow Milk, Silent Salt and Eternal Sugar. Those were the five who ruled on their own, yearning for their soul jam so wrongly taken from the Ancients.

It’d be an odd day for Burning Spice. He found himself travelling with Nutmeg Tiger, his head guard and / or protector. The two spoke little words as they travelled all the way to the Ivory Pagoda. Mystic Flour had sent a letter, requesting a meeting. Once more, they’d be trapped. Whether she wanted to talk about something like the ancients, down to problems that the others might’ve experienced, he didn’t know.

When he and Nutmeg Tiger arrived, he travelled up the steps with an addition of Cloud Haetae, who asked question upon question about his arrival. Silly assistant. Mystic Flour had to choose Cloud Haetae..

Anyhow, the two were delighted when the Haetae left and they came upon the meeting room. Shadow Milk and his two assistants were there. Eternal Sugar and her assistant were there. Silent Salt and his assistant also had been there a little while. Mystic Flour, of course, sat at the end of the table. Cloud Haetae at one side, and you on the other. Burning Spice hadn’t seen you before. Come to think of it, none of the others beasts did either. You worked closely with Mystic Flour, more with her than the public.

Burning Spice sat himself down, whilst Nutmeg Tiger stood beside him, on guard as she scanned the room silently.

”..I suppose your curiosity reaches its limit, on why I requested this meeting of sorts.” Mystic Flour began, and they all looked to her. The meeting had begun, yet they all knew nothing of you. Or your intentions.