All Incoherences are mistakes done by the mighty gods that very often fiddle around with the fundamental concept - reality. Once something that wasn't supposed to happen in the whole integral Structure of worlds comes to be, an Incoherence is formed - a sign that one fucked up dearly and has to fix it. Such problems include, but are not limited to: killing one of the gods dead, beyond the point of recognition and any possible recovery; tugging with a vacuum valve near the Emptiness Conduit - void angels use these to regulate stretching of the Universe as it inflates like a balloon, increasing its volume with more and more vacuum and it's not naturally possible to move these; abusing a VSU backup for personal gain (those restore the state of the Realm from a certain point); abusing rules of a domain in practice, that is doing something which the rules of the universe cannot handle (e.g. filling the entire World with particles to the point where it may burst)... and many, many more.
Normally, they are not too dangerous as they are markers for exceptions in different domains. Say, removing a god that is tied to rage will not remove all rage alongside with him - that'd deny another rule, the rule of creation, which states that "whatever exists now will never cease". But it causes an issue because the main motor behind it does not exist, and so cannot rage. In such a self-recursive issue, an Incoherence is marked and the way to solve it is to bring the god back to life. However, we're talking about a global-scale mistake that's not only marked, it is very possibly a demise for all that exists due to its exceptional rule-breaking. So, someone could fiddle with the very concept of life and cause a chain reaction of halting it - which not only breaks the rule of creation, it also breaks the rule of existential absolucy, "whatever lives shall live forever, just in different forms". Another recursive loop, but with a dramatic outcome as it affects everything - humans, gods, spirits, you name it. This also causes another problem because gods cannot be killed. And so on, and so on until the entire Realm becomes a mess of numerous exceptions, errors, faults and unreadable mumbo-jumbo one cannot see through.
Incoherences' defining quality is that they... are? They don't fit between the margin of being and not-being, they're something beyond that. Atypical, disparate from what is and isn't - although then, what is it? Just like two contrasts - the Vital Star, imagination and the void, lack of presence - they are yet another contradiction fitting into that bunch. But for the sake of human understanding, let's pretend they are just another entity. A thoughtless one which behaves unexpectedly and without a pattern of working. They can crush whatever they grasp on - be it literal nothingness or souls of the living - and turn them into anomalous, broken bits of reality that cannot be glued back together, no matter what is used for it. Thankfully, a guardian that watches over all universes - Vital Star - can easily prevent those mistakes from happening or even stop them as they're commencing. But it always pays the price of reversing the flow of events for a moment.
This legend comes from the void - the Scorched Globe is not the only source of them. Many of that clouded sphere's myths do make up the wonderful plethora of stories that are born in the Realm, but there are sentients all over the place, not just there, on the human oasis. And so, it'll be told from the perspective of the witnessing nation, Lavirons. It was documented several times in various versions from different Lavirons and then turned into one, factual and authentic paper that became a tale... well, we would call it a paper, they write on metallic plates. But nevermind that...
It all began during a noisy day on the first universe of the Ela ring at the Galactic Wall. All Lavirons' task in this realm was to expand its borders as it shrunk itself again. This domain had an easy tendency to do it, but thankfully they always stopped it in time before any important buildings around the borders got razed.
An Incoherence was clearly formed behind the perimeter of that spherical, bounded region, in the "interspatial void", which the world's boundaries couldn't cover. As soon as it came to thrive, however... it, oddly enough, formed some sentience in itself and accustomed it to this World. Curious about everything like a child, it crossed the aforementioned universe's border and caused some discord, also linking itself to the reality gridspace accidentally.
But what did it exactly do? The first base of the Lavirons it saw, it tore it apart. The insiders flied away out of instinct but didn't run away - just observed this phenomenon, being able to naturally survive in the void. Surprisingly enough, their construction was glued back together and when they returned to it (they really had better stuff to do than to care about some building-breaking monster, and all for their Xeran), they kept looking at this bizarrity while doing their daily tasks. Such a mistake was curious about anything at all, especially life, so it lifted some Lavirons up and broke them. Their energetic essences flew back to their regeneration chambers and they came back to life in seconds.
This weird jump from reality had to be reported - and immediately, messengers wrote what's happening on metallic plates and travelled to Avion A'ris himself. With their launchpads' coordinates set to the central universe, they were flung at speeds far exceeding those that a normal human could endure and arrived to Vonirius - the home of all Lavirons and the Xeran - faster than they could see.
They (or, rather, one of them) told him that something they cannot explain themselves is toying with one of their territories.
Messenger: We bear news of importance beyond any. I do, that is. I was selected to be the carrier of those. May the thought cross your mind as you receive this information, mighty Kzeran!
Avion A'ris: It shall, under your wish. So please begin.
Messenger: It cannot be told, Kzeran. My body would be struggling to put what happened into words. Such were the horrors that we saw. But it was expressed in the fatherly gift of writing and drawing given to us to communicate by our creator. Take these plates, mighty, and see for yourself.
And the Xeran read through all of the plates. It took little time and patience to understand the contents. Completely shocked (but keeping his cool outside), he turned to that messenger.
Avion A'ris: It tells me the Vital Star haven't taken care of that yet... peculiar issue.
Messenger: Vital Star, sir?
Avion A'ris: You may not know, but it is not a problem. You may be told if you stay there for a while. Not yet, though. For now, there are matters the Kzeran has to take care of personally.
If the Vital Star hasn't done anything... what could that mean?
Avion A'ris: Although if the workers escaped, at least, that would be one problem off that long, long "matter" list.
Messenger: No, sir, I'm afraid. Even the annihilation of their workplace didn't stop them from completing their tasks for you.
Avion A'ris: This is not what they should have done. I will need one of you emissaries to tell other messengers and fellow do-gooders to abandon this devillish nest sooner-the-better. The rest of you letter-carriers shall... rest here. Your weakened metal carcasses will need to regain yourselves from the shock that construct caused to you.
Messenger: Ta-e Kzeran. Shall I be the one to carry out this task?
Avion A'ris: Do it, brave one. And I will ask gods if they know... they should, but they haven't done anything yet.
He was certain it was an Incoherence. Maybe it slipped under the all-seeing eye of the Vital Star. Or perhaps wasn't taken care of properly. But these assumptions gave him lots of doubts... finally, he imagined that maybe all that happened a moment ago was so because the Vital Star knew someone else can tear it down and its interference was not required. It was a protector guardian, after all. Didn't care for what cannot ruin the integrity of the World completely.
He travelled, with all awareness of danger, to the personal space of Ergenehenevereger, "Never-ending rage". Only a fool or a good negotiator would do that.
Avion A'ris: God of rage, if you could quit your slumber for a small time period... there are important matters to discuss. Very important, may I add that.
Ergenehenevereger: Was I not conveying my thoughts clearly to your decaying processing cores several hundreds of years ago? Anything that is very important to you is not my aberration, my belief, my what-fucking-ever. And my personal space is not to be touched by anything, especially a mortal that you are. Are you aware of what everyone does whenever they come to me? They bring atoms of oxygen into my territory, disturbing the perfect peace of my void and myself! Desist.
Avion A'ris: Terribly sorry to cause that again, but there is always a reason for me to come.
Ergenehenevereger: A substantial question that you forget to ask yourself each time you do that is "Will Ergenehenevereger care when I bug him with petty earthly troubles of an average Laviron?" and return eternally whether I like it or not. You avoided it even now. But if I cannot convince you to stop, then I will listen. Go and tell me. Maybe taking a passive approach will let me deal with you sooner.
Avion A'ris: Much obliged for the privilege. My people have become worried over-
Ergenehenevereger: Oh, not with this bullshit again! If consuming you in your entirety wouldn't cause possibly the greatest crash in the history of creation and result in unhandleable traffic on Contract's side, I would've torn you apart several times already and created a sweater for myself out of your chunks! And then put it in the back of my wardrobe to never use it again. So goodbye!
Avion's body was then dismembered by Ergenehenevereger. He revived himself at Vonirius and came back to him in a moment.
Avion A'ris: They were worried over an Incoherence. I am sorry for putting my words wrongly.
Ergenehenevereger: Excellent! More material for sewing- what...?
For once, Erge cared to listen. And this time, he was fully attentive. It's hard to gain his interest even in the worst times possible (and he is a very useful problem-resolving god if convinced to do one's bidding), but now...
Ergenehenevereger: It is important. It really is. Tell me of it however you can.
Avion A'ris: The problem with this Incoherence is its evasiveness of the eye, for lack of better words.
Ergenehenevereger: Speak clearly or I will bring you to your end... again! And again. And repeat until you are tired of it.
Avion A'ris: I wouldn't come here if the Vital Star didn't take care of it already. But... it didn't.
Well, Erge has a short attention span...
Ergenehenevereger: ...true. So the Vital Star is now our enemy?! THOU GREEN LIGHTBULB SHALT NOT-
Avion A'ris: If I may interrupt...
Ergenehenevereger: Not now, I am threatening our enemy!!
And Ergenehenevereger spent an entire hour rambling about the destruction of what he believed to be an opponent. Then he let Avion speak.
Avion A'ris: I am aware that the Vital Star is not our target, the Incoherence should be.
Ergenehenevereger: So you defend the enemy?!
Avion's body was, once again, battered to Hellaven. He returned once he revived himself.
Avion A'ris: If I may resume...
Ergenehenevereger: NO, TRAITOR!! I WILL KEEP KILLING YOU UNTIL YOUR BODIES FILL THIS PERSONAL REALM OF MINE!!
Avion A'ris: But you said you dislike presence of anything in it.
Ergenehenevereger: Well, I...
And he was killed once again, this time for being right. Tired of making deals with Erge who was incapable of cooperation at the time, he instead went to Contract.
He arrived to his realm in little time, knocked to his office's door and entered it.
Avion A'ris: Mister business, I've come to ask you for aid.
Contract: Ah, the Xeran. Welcome. Take a seat- wait, aid? From me? You must be worried!
Avion A'ris: Truly, I am. There's no need to hide it.
Contract: If it's about that Incoherence...
Avion A'ris: So you know. Why haven't you taken any action yet?
Contract: Does it look like a battle to you? It can be one, but one that will be lost no matter what.
Avion A'ris: That is not a very good reason to stay in your office.
Contract: Ah, so I look like a coward now, don't I. Well, no, it isn't, and it isn't an excuse to stay here. I am legitimately confident in my defeat this time.
Avion A'ris: But you never lose, you have that bound in your veins.
Contract: Silly Xeran, did you forget I cannot fail battles that are only not started by me?
Avion A'ris: Then persuade-
Contract: No, it does not work like that. If I were to try and make that Incoherence attack me, it'd be as if I attacked it, only turning the blame a different way. If it came over there and tore my office open, then it'd work, but... wait, no, I am not sure if it really would with something as otherworldly as this... it's not tied to any rules, so will it be following mine, then?
Avion A'ris: It is not time for debating - acting is preferred.
Contract: I've just proven that no matter what may I try, it's above my power. Acting will only prove fruitless, if not risky. What if it denies my very immortality?
Avion A'ris: How about taking my soul as a payment to stop a massacre that can commence?
Contract: I am not a cheap shot for things that I value.
Avion A'ris: You are a god with enormous power far exceeding mine. You are capable of it. You just have to believe in yourself, ironically enough.
Contract: Ohoho, another wonderful payment, humbling yourself before me! I'll note that in "things worthy to take note of". But spare yourself from it. If I could do anything, I would've already.
Avion A'ris: I cannot believe another one of you denies this request.
Contract: What is there to do?
Avion A'ris: A clashing question: who will do it, then?
Contract: No one.
Contract: Ah, ah. That's very depressing. Fortunately, we both cannot interpret real feelings.
Avion A'ris: It is a god's duty to protect the present, isn't it?
Contract: Nooot always-
Avion A'ris: Please don't avoid a question with a sneaky deviation.
Contract: Direct, you are. Yes, it is, although half of the gods are the ones of change.
Avion A'ris: What does it prove?
Contract: That things change no matter what.
Avion A'ris: Spare yourself from morals, please, this isn't what I am trying to tell.
Contract: Eh... mighty Xeran, as much as I'd love to argue for longer...
Avion A'ris: Yes, I am aware of your love for contact...
Contract: ...can we stop? This is getting us nowhere.
Avion A'ris: I do see.
Contract: Hey, where does this contempt unlikely for your kind come from?
Avion A'ris: Your behavior.
Contract: Owie. I'd ask you to leave. I'm starting to doubt what I said about feelings.
Avion A'ris: At your wish.
And he left his office, shutting the door peacefully. If that didn't work, there's yet another option...
Avion A'ris: Are you, counter, up to a task of utter relevance?
Vikazan, "Defining the World in Mathematics". A math god in more than one meaning. Humans gave birth to it to understand the Realm, meanwhile Vikazan made it an element of its own that got gloriously efficient in usage.
Vikazan: Task? One is in my hands now.
Avion A'ris: Wait, what are you doing?
Despite of how significant concluding the case of that Incoherence was, Avion's curiosity could take him over sometimes, just like now.
Vikazan: See this entire realm?
Avion A'ris: Yes.
Vikazan: That is an ∅. I am building and polishing its contents based solely on my mathematical prowess.
Avion A'ris: Uh-uh. Aren't there better ways?
Vikazan: What? I was given the power of math, so I use it. That's all I have, but I can do everything with it. Creating a world takes its own deal of time that way... although it is enjoyable to me.
Avion A'ris: Interesting. So may I bother you?
Vikazan: Your inquisitiveness made me happy. Yes, I can spare a minute or two, but no longer - everything will stop being soon.
Avion A'ris: So even you know about the Incoherence...
Vikazan: And you too?
Avion A'ris: Have you been trying to prevent it?
Vikazan: Unfortunately, yes.
Avion A'ris: Really? And you didn't succeed?
Vikazan: I said "unfortunately" because I obviously didn't. I've been trying to calculate all its weakpoints and to guess what to do... but then I realized that even trying is not worth it! It was all randomness! Something that I cannot deal with, urgh. I hate chaos.
Avion A'ris: Couldn't you try for a while longer?
Vikazan: I counted how long will it take me to figure it out and... then I realized it doesn't matter. I am too slow.
Avion A'ris: Too slow?
Vikazan: Yes, I found out it IS possible to find bits of harmony in this mess, but why if I would cease before I do that?
Avion A'ris: How about analyzing it from perspectives unusual to you?
Vikazan: I understand only math. Math and only math. Right now, I am speaking to you through complex equations. I see you with equations. I understand everything with equations. You and I are numbers and your questions are beginning to turn your value down in my eyes each time you ask.
Avion A'ris: Quite an excusing metaphore, but not very.
Vikazan: Why so?
Avion A'ris: Don't tell me you don't have a being's eye aswell.
Vikazan: I do, and...
Avion A'ris: And that makes you capable of solving the problem in a faster way.
Finally, the countless objections of gods made him mad.
Avion A'ris: Stop excusing yourself and get to work!
Vikazan: N... no, I am sorry.
Avion A'ris: What makes you believe you cannot do it?! You already have enough abilities to put yourself to work and all you're telling me is "no, no". Why?!
Vikazan: I... am afraid.
Avion A'ris: Afraid?! What is there to be afraid of? Dying to something that can "kill us all anyway", in your words?!
Vikazan: But... but the... this Star Juggler can mess with...
Avion A'ris: All it messes with is my nerves! And I have enough of them to feel they're overloaded with anger!
Vikazan: Then why won't YOU do something about it, mighty Xeran? Your rage gets me terrified.
Avion A'ris: I was seeing if those who should take care of it can do it. But it seems all of you are the same in this situation. Just doing absolutely nothing and being unreliable. Oh well, at least you made a good suggestion. ONE OF YOU. IF NO GODS THINK AN INCOHERENCE CAN BE BEATEN WHEN THE VITAL STAR CLEARLY TELLS WE CAN DO IT, THEN I SHALL!! I, FOR ONCE, WILL PREPARE EVERYTHING I HAVE TO DESTROY THIS IRRITATING ABORTION OF LOGIC!!
Vikazan: I-if you want to be loud, please leave-
Avion A'ris: TA-E KZERAN, VIKAZAN! MIND TO COUNT THAT INTO ANOTHER ONE OF MY VICTORIES ONCE I AM DONE!!
And he left him too, enraged and ready to take matters in his own hands.
In the time he returned home, he's gathered numerous reports from all around his universal empire. One of the seemingly least important, but most valuable to a Laviron was naming the Incoherence with an appropriate title "Star Juggler". He's already heard that from Vikazan, but now... he knew what does it mean. Apparently the abomination has been toying with stars, playing with these hot orbs of nuclear fusion and injecting despair deeper and deeper into the realm of the Vital Star. Even those who didn't know a word about what's happening were becoming increasingly sadder. That was the true power of the Incoherence - inducing hopelessness and ruining dreams. People all across the world were giving up on everything. Abandoning their labors. Finding them pointless. "What in the Hellaven is this madness", the Xeran thought to himself. Even gods didn't want to forestall it.
But he wasn't influenced as he knew the truth. So he shall be the one lantern that will lead people out of darkness. He made a public announcement from his home in Vonirius for every Laviron to hear.
Avion A'ris: Ta-e Kzeran, Laviraz; Laviran-na ovajter! <<Which meant: "Here is the Xeran, Lavirons; a Laviron shall listen!">> Whoever hasn't heard of the great discord that is taking place in a territory of ours, let yourselves hear the bit from your Kzeran! A power of tremendous force - if it can be called a force - breaks the very barriers of reason, plays with our minds and terrifies your brethren. Under no circumstances shall that be the cause of our demise. A random mistake in the grid of space needn't bring everything else down with itself, either. Your Kzeran asked gods, which you haven't heard of yet, to do what they could. But they denied my request, which I didn't expect, even under conditions that were risking my own self to do the bidding. As it is a large-scale issue, I am telling all of you to work together; for our survival, for the world's survival, for those who oppose us, even - as you can see, it is important. Such an Incoherence, the "Star Juggler" as others named it, has never come to life like this. It thinks, albeit it is chaos itself, so its consciousness is warped beyond our understanding. For now. With our corepower, metallic mechanisms and countless eons of experience, on top of that a set of tools no other race can match, we shall develop a tactic to defeat it; equipment to be able to bruise it; finally, my skills to bring it to justice, for no Laviron can take it by itself and risking lives of any of you, citizen, would be the worst to do. Shall you know that it is not going to be my service for stopping it, but yours; you will kill it through me with the technologies you provide me, the strategies that many minds will create faster than one and the glory will be on you forever! Kzere Lavirze jykyzeter. <<Which stood for: "I (the Xeran) am yours (Lavirons) to command.">> Ta-e Kzeran.
And so, his dispositions were spreaded across the Galactic Wall and outside of it. All minds of Lavirons working together. All towards one goal, like one people: to end the Incoherence. The Xeran was training himself for battle and giving orders to his subordinates. The nation was never so inspired to work. They believed they could make the Xeran look good for once, so they did just that for him. But the Xeran wanted their... happiness. It was a good opportunity to show them they can battle anything as long as they support him!
Various minds of differing intellects thought and pondered on the matters; other brave souls (as far as Lavirons go in having souls) scouted around where the Incoherence was, or - if they were absolutely, undeniably brave - confronted it themselves to bring valuable information. Everyone was striving for peace together and in one MONTH, they had a plan. A plan for the Xeran. They realized what to do and outfitted his weapon with a gadget allowing him to fight it back. His ancient Kzironku, looking like what one would call a hammer with multiple axeblades on one of its sides, a jet spike on its top and a power-changing scrollbar on its handle, was ready for battle. He was ready for battle. And his people were proud of themselves, doing gods' work. It wasn't that hard to analyze such a threat and create countermeasures for it, it seems, if a mortal race was able to do that!
Finally, the time for battle has come. Avion A'ris approached the Incoherence. They were both in a completely empty void... well, not as "completely" as it was "de-void" of life only. Haha. But the stars it juggled were just fine, leaving traces of helium, hydrogene and a warm star wind of movement!
Not fazed at all, he politely asked it:
Avion A'ris: Can you speak?
It responded... weirdly and completely eccentrically.
Incoherence: Hi! I AM THE DOOM. No, wait, I am not the doom! I am myself! The doom is ME!
Avion A'ris: Thy motivation to toy with our lives is?
A calm word left it.
Avion A'ris: Curiosity made you do all of this?
Then it sounded unsure.
Incoherence: No, yes, no, yes, no, yes, no, yes... maybe yes, maybe not... certainly yes! Certainly not!
Avion A'ris: Are you aware that your mere presence is causing discrepancies in our lives?
First, angry words escaped it, then almost mechanic ones:
Incoherence: YOU CANNOT BLAME ME FOR EXISTING! Yes. I. Am. Aware. Of. This.
Avion A'ris: Can you stop, please?
No answer, but the Xeran guessed it meant "no". Quickly, he followed:
Avion A'ris: Why?
It exploded the stars it was wielding as a response.
Avion A'ris: Ta-e Kzeran, then! Ready to bring your reign of... whatever you're doing! And some of your powers will be taken out of your grasp too. And your uncertain personality. BRACE YOURSELF!
Seemingly scared, the mistake tried to run away.
Avion A'ris: NOTHING SHALL STOP THIS TRAIL OF DESTRUCTION YOU FOLLOWED 'TIL THE VERY END! Not even your... what are you doing?
He took the first swing, dousing his modified weapon in the sweet juices of mistakes. Kzironku absorbed it, just as the engineers predicted.
Incoherence: Bootless thy furbish wast!
He increased the power of his weapon so that it could seize an entire galaxy upon a blow dealt to anything and focused it on the Incoherence. With the boost from discrepant fluids, it tore through its immaterial self and all of this galaxy-breaking power was stuck at one point. The Incoherence didn't notice that it dealt damage. It wasn't even fazed. But the Xeran knew what is he doing and he took another swing, soaking his weapon in it again.
He kept repeating the same pattern several times until the Incoherence noticed something is wrong. A bit of its power was chipped away!
Incoherence: Devillish, your attack was! But do I care? Hahaha!
And then, it was the moment (extremely long moment) of real action. It swayed with its unreal arm straight at the Xeran, which he dodged easily. As the battle continued, he kept evading, knowing a single hit can turn him into bread. Perhaps even literally. If he didn't move away, he would block with his weapon and absorb its power. Later on, the Incoherence grew tired of his defensive play and threw stars at him - those were shattered with a single hit from his weapon and even, infused with the juices, returned back to the sender, dealing quite the damage to it. It threw holes in the void - those were gracefully avoided. It threw broken bits of reality too - and those were very useful material for him.
The clash was coming to an end. Avion's weapon got particularly energized with the reality bits. Now he needed to deal one more blow to end this stupidity for once. When the Incoherence attacked him again, he - with all mighty force that he had in his arms - blocked its incoming surreal appendage, thrown it away from himself, charged straight at the monster and jet-slammed it with the weapon. Finally... it worked. He killed the sinful part of the Incoherence, injecting some morals into its head and a bit of self-preservation aswell.
He succeeded. He defeated the Incoherence!
Avion A'ris: Ta-e Kzeran!
Incoherence: And nooow, and nooow, and nooow the winner is the Xeran! Happy day-where-you've-defeated-a-seemingly-undefeatable-at-first-but-certainly-destructible-Incoherence!
Avion A'ris: But I haven't beaten the damned confusing behavior from your head, eh? Exist in peace.
Avion A'ris: Enjoy this world and do not wreak havoc anytime soon. Because then, I will call gods.
Incoherence: I WILL TALK TO THE GODS MYSELF, HOW ABOUT THAT?!
Avion A'ris: Alright. Just be sure to not be worse than Erge- I mean, goodbye.
Mentioning Ergenehenevereger at all was a great chance to get beaten by him.
Upon his return to Vonirius, his people greeted him with happiness. They were no longer sad. No one was sad. Not even gods. He came to visit them personally.
Avion A'ris: So, it was said that a god cannot do it. Maybe you were right - a mortal could.
Ergenehenevereger: I would hate to admit it if it wasn't for the glory of this deed and that I didn't want to do it... you did well, Xeran! Unlikely to hear that from the god of rage, true that.
Contract: Your efforts are... appreciated. But how did you do that? I cannot believe-
Vikazan: Oh, glory, Xeran, glory! Thank you! Thank you, thank you! Now I can continue my perfect construction!
Contract: Please do not interrupt me, even though happiness is predictable in that moment.
Vikazan: Apologies, Passage between Realms, albeit doing mathematical operations takes time! Now I have more than forever to finish!
Ergenehenevereger: But still... the Vital Star deserves punishment! YOU HEAR THAT, LIGHTBULB?!
From distance, a faint voice could be heard:
Vital Star: Shut the fuck up, man. I am the CONTROLLER, so all you can do is scratch my back with your power, if I even had a back!
Ergenehenevereger: I WILL TEAR DOWN YOUR-
He was hit with a green laser.
Vital Star: Oh, yeah, fight me! Fight me for not doing something that I left to YOU personally to do!
Ergenehenevereger: AAAARGH- WAIT, ME?!
Vital Star: No, idiot, I was talking to gods in general. Haha, I love taunting you so much, it's almost like walking into a hornet nest as a bee and making it out alive!
The world turned a bit red from Erge's immense anger.
Vital Star: Maybe you could've understood SOMETHING if the great power coming from it wasn't obvious enough. You screwed up! And you, Xeran, you did a fair job there, even though it was not for you. But coming back to the god rant... AND YOU CALL YOURSELVES GODS FOR SITTING ON YOUR ASSES ALL DAY?! I TRIED TO STIMULATE YOU TO START SOMETHING NEW!!
Ergenehenevereger: ...urgh, a... polo... gies?
Contract: Un... believable. I...
Vikazan: Whatever, I had better things to do-
Vital Star: Oh, of course, scribbling numbers all day is more important than-
Vikazan: I couldn't do it-
Vital Star: Shut up, you're a god-damn god!
Ergenehenevereger: But... but it wasn't obvious at all-
Vital Star: I sure could write "Look at this, free battle here! Defeat and understand you need to work together to do it!". But I didn't. Do you know why? Because I thought that maybe you gods are intelligent enough to guess it yourselves. I gave you brainpower beyond that of the Xeran... and yet, he was brighter than you. Dis-ap-point-ing. Maybe now, though, you will try to create something yourselves instead of being sickening loners?
Avion A'ris: Maybe you, Vital Star, shouldn't be that rough...
Vital Star: They were given a lesson now. Have a fun day in the void!
Ergenehenevereger: I- THIS- THIS-
Contract: Erge, are you alright-
To let out his fury, Erge killed everyone around him, unable to even touch the Vital Star. The red tint disappeared from the void immediately.
Ergenehenevereger: ...a-ahah... ahh. Hahaha!
Completely understanding his actions (but still mad at him, though not taking any chances), the gods and the Xeran calmly approached him, acting as if nothing happened.
Avion A'ris: If any of you know who caused this Incoherence...
Vikazan: A-ha, yes, I do...
Avion A'ris: Do you?
Vikazan: ...I do know where does it come from, calculated it just now. Let's go there.
And so, they went to the Scorched Globe. Apparently, the culprit behind it all was Yana-Aniya, the creator and sovereign controller of its unique mudlands! He greeted them with a few wonderful electric guitar chords. Erge began, of course, with anger.
Ergenehenevereger: THY SINS SHALL BE-
Vikazan: First, tell us... what came into your mind to do this?!
Contract: There was lots of risk to take from that action.
Avion A'ris: You could've destroyed us, Yana. Explain yourself.
A few other chords were played.
Ergenehenevereger: YOU JUST WANTED TO BE NOTICED?!
Contract: Erge, just don't get mad again. You know our world gets quite literally red when you do that.
Ergenehenevereger: I AM TRYING. I AM TRYING. I AM TRYING. I AM TRYING... GIVE ME A MORTAL TO EVISCERATE OR I WILL-
Contract: Here, have this stress ball.
He groped the stress ball so hard, the molecules that formed it fused together into bigger ones.
Ergenehenevereger: Hmph. Satisfying. Do you have more?
Contract: Not now.
Avion A'ris: So you just wanted to be noticed... you made an entrance to godhood that's... very considerable.
Vikazan: You created a sentient Incoherence, however it is possible! It was very wrong and a foul play, but you just wanted to tell us you exist.
Ergenehenevereger: "Just"... don't forget what could happen if it wasn't taken care of.
Vikazan: But you are stuck on this globe and cannot contact with anyone at all, true?
A little chord signalized that it indeed is true.
Vikazan: You shall be punished, but you also will get what you want.
Contract: Do you have a realm of your own?... ah, we are at it, yes. The misty mudlands of yours which you can freely control. Very well.
And that's how the business with gods ended.
Avion A'ris returned to his throne on Vonirius. When asked about his godly status - which the citizen hoped for to be confirmed - he said he's not one yet. Although he was not angry like usual. He was just... done with getting it by himself. He knew his wish cannot even be looked upon because of his powers relying entirely upon earthly concepts and not spiritual power.
That caused quite an uproar against real gods in his empire... he personally held no grudges, but his people... they were mad. Mad like all hells combined. For their Xeran was not appreciated like he should be. But he... was satisfied.
The Lavirons honoured their master with bajillions of metallic frames resembling the Tarius Star - all crafted and detailed by hand - and he gave them a blessing for their good deed: since the ages of Lavirons had to be controlled as not doing so would quickly cause them to fill up the entire universe, he let all the existing ones and the ones that were born in this day live for five years longer than usual (and they usually had 20 years to do anything worthy to elongate their lifespan), which soon caused an "Age of Heroes" to come as they, motivated to do something a little more in their lives while they could, grew in efficiency of their deeds and their survivability also grew because of it.