"Composer, come to me."
It was a room in literal Heaven and it certainly looked the part. Shining white walls, an aura of purity without a speck of dust or a single stray smudge. This would be impressive in even the smallest house, but this was a whole theater. A glimmering stage framed by pearlescent walls and immaculately prepared seats.
Emerging from the door, answering the call, below the stage came forth a young woman dressed as part of the orchestra. She wore a black vest and skirt with a bow tie, but also tall white over-the-knee stockings with black mary janes. The most striking part of her was her long white hair that had a literal music sheet pattern on it, notes ocasionally scrolling by as she moved. This was Composer. Wordlessly she made her way up to center stage.
Sitting right in the middle of center stage was... a sight. "A queen on her throne" would be both accurate and wildly inaccurate. Indeed, it was a very large woman at least two meters tall. She was less simply "statuesque" and more resembled a giant. She had her hair in a french braid. It was similar to Composer's except instead of a music sheet, it seemed to randomly catch the light and glow different colors. Her "attire" and "throne" were the most jarring aspects, aside from her size. She wore very striking jewelry such as rings and a necklace and shining high heels. But it was combined with an old, white slightly-frayed shirt and a long casual-wear navy skirt that went to her knees. Furthermore her "throne" resembled something more like a folding chair or even a lawn chair. She was occasionally sipping from a red wine that, on close inspection, is actually an extremely cheap or budget brand. But the sort crafted by a very talented, underappreciated vintner.
Composer, looking relatively overdressed by comparison, kneeled before the giant woman as if it were indeed a proper throne. As she did so, ethereal wings sprouted from her back and a halo formed over her head.
"My Goddess. I am here."
The goddess sipped from her cheap wine and just gave Composer a wide smile.
"Composer, didn't I ask you to call me Clef? There is no need to be so formal, at least not until the show starts." A wry grin spread on her face. "... when Tiamat's finally gotten some measure of her wish."
Composer nodded and slowly stood up, her angel features receding. Her face was mostly expressionless but her eyes twinkled as she looked upon Clef. The corners of her mouth threatened to break into a wide smile being in her presence.
"Someday, Composer. Someday our daughters will fill this room and we can teach them how existence will be from now on. An era of peace. Marduk and Sargon will be purged by music."
The angel just nodded. It was normal for Clef to get excited and begin expositing what they both already knew and were working towards. Composer's smile finally broke out, imagining it as well. That day would be the busiest one of her life but one she looked forward to.
"... well, we don't know when that day will come. It could be eras from now. But it will happen, Composer, and I will need your songs then."
Composer nodded enthusiastically, her stoicism fully broken. "I definitely will not fail you, I promise!"
Clef smiled down at her angel. She briefly considered changing size down to something more able to hug Composer. She talked herself out of it; Composer wasn't the type to enjoy that kind of direct physical affection much. Clef knew her by now. She could tell how happy she was just to be around her goddess, that was enough.
"Well, I'd like to know: can I get a report on the spread of Midnight Tiamat and which actors are getting the most progress done?"
Composer folded her arms and tapped her lower lip, nodding.
"It has been slow going. Satan Leena is definitely the one in position to do the most damage. She could wipe out entire worlds of Marduk and Sargon and free your daughters. But..."
Composer looked up at Clef in the eyes. "... Leena seems to believe that some of them are worth keeping. She loves men. Midnight Tiamat isn't getting deeply into her like we hoped."
Clef just smiled and closed her eyes with a smile. "... In some ways, Leena is actually the one most like Tiamat herself. Leena prefers men who were most like Anzu and Kingu. But such good men are not worth waiting for, not until Marduk and Sargon are first truly erased. Continue."
"Leena's daughter, Shehera, is very receptive to Midnight Tiamat. She has begun building an entire society of monster girls that Tiamat would consider her daughters. But... she's still in Leena's shadow and she resists my songs. She's not strong enough to end our enemies yet even so. But her growing hive could--"
A grin crossed Clef's face: "Why don't you meet her yourself? She seems to like angels. Would she not want to be friends with one? You could egg her on toward gendercide from there."
Composer's eyes went wide and she blushed deeply. "M-My Goddess! I couldn't possibly! That's not proper! I'm... I'm... a-alright."
Clef had to suppress a laugh. Her angel wasn't the most social butterfly out there but she loved the idea of her interacting with the gentle demon princess. Something told her the two would get along nicely. Shehera's ideas of accord would be necessary once it was time to play the final requiem for Marduk and Sargon. Composer coughed politely, as if trying to banish the blush.
"W-well... uhm... t-there's many other acting agents I need to consider too. I've been trying to get Lamia Solniu and her daughters to become more proactive. Ninian of Solniu is finally moving but I am not sure she is going to start a proper army of the dead like we want her to..."
Sod it, Clef thought. She'd just do it anyway. Composer quailed a bit as she slowly rose from her throne, mistakenly thinking for a moment her goddess was upset. She wasn't the only hypersensitive angel Clef had ever met. Indeed, some gods were frustratingly abusive and capricious. Not her.
Instead of doing anything too profound, Clef just shrunk herself down to a human's height. She threw her arms around her angel, causing her to squeak a bit. She just held her tightly. Composer was rigid for a moment but soon relaxed into the hug. If the theater had an audience this would surely be a cute scene to react to.
"My precious Composer... my most dear angel and friend. Please, show patience. We aren't on a schedule. It's okay if it takes tens of thousands of years to get where we need to go. The longer it takes, the more time we get to spend together every day."
Composer began quivering like gelatin. Her whole body shaking, she slowly wrapped arms back around her goddess wordlessly.
"I... I want to see your world, Clef. The sooner the better."
Clef ran her fingers through her subordinate's hair, the music notes seemingly jumping out of the way.
"Then let's get to work. My daughters are waiting to be born."