Name: It depends on who he speaks with
Gender: Male
He did not have a name. Upon his tag he merely had an array of names that others had called him.
Upon his desk, however, he found a letter. Handwriting from someone he did not recognize, although when he picked up the letter, he knew it was a prayer to him. Or so he thought, anyways.
Dearest God, or whoever this concerns,
I have been informed through one way or another that you have been interceiving my contract requests. I am not aware of how, whether it be the Exalted or some other freak of nature, but I am requesting, politely, that you cease what you are doing immediately. You are interfering with my work, and I do not appreciate it.
In case you need it stated again, I am requesting you cease whatever you are doing to interfere with my contracts.
-E
Next to the very brief signature was a sticker of an eye, and the god thought that was charming.
Until it blinked at him, anyways.
As soon as he finished reading the letter, the paper it was written on disintegrated - all written prayers did that up here. He mulled over what he’d seen on the letter, pondering what it meant - and who it was from. He wasn’t aware he was interfering with others’ work - he had recently been appointed by someone he knew only as “Tristan”.
He simply shrugged and focused on the other tasks he had at hand.
He’d helped a young blonde man with something he was having trouble with a couple of weeks later. He hadn’t caught the man’s name, although he seemed very polite - after he had helped, the man had run over to someone else, another male with darker blue hair.
After that task, he returned to his desk a day later to find another letter. It had the same handwriting as the first one he had received, and he gave a laugh. Uh oh.
To whom it may concern.
Word has gotten to me through my dear Watcher that you are still interfering with my contracts. He seemed surprised when he found out I had already sent you a prayer before. I assume you haven’t seen him, which means he’s doing his job well and not taking stupid risks.
Perhaps I was not clear the first time. Stop interfering with my work, and stop intervening with Riley. I have as much of a job to do as you do, you know; so it would be very much appreciated if you would take your leave.
I will not be happy if I have to find you again. And the next one may not be through letter.
-E
Once again, the letter was adorned with an eye sticker, and he felt like he was being watched. The letter disintegrated in his hands. He was just doing what he was supposed to, how was he to know that what he was doing was interrupting someone else’s work?
He spent more of his time figuring out who it was that sent him the letter. He’d reached out to Tristan about it, and Tristan didn’t know much about the sender - only that they were another god of the universe or something, with an affinity for eyes. What a puzzle to behold, really.
He’d almost forgotten about the letters when he received a knock on his door.
“Yes?”
“Someone is here to speak with you.”
The god got to his feet, pushing his chair in neatly before taking his leave to the appropriate meeting room.
“I assume you’re here for a verbal prayer?”
“You know, I’ve started to think that perhaps you are bad at your job.”
Seated in one of the chairs on one side of the table was a cream & white tabby with large wings and folded ears. His blue & red eyes met his own cyan ones, and he couldn’t read an expression.
“I’m going to need your name before we can begin.”
The cat in front of him sighed. “The name is Eyeris.”
Made sense, he figured. Fitting name for someone who had an affinity for eyes. He settled in the chair across from Eyeris, clasping his hands together. “So, please make your prayer.”
“I presume you are already aware of the two previous prayers I have sent to you. When you very clearly disregarded what I wrote, I felt it was time to pay a visit face to face.” He paused, quirking his brow toward the Kalon. “I am requesting, in person this time, that you cease what you’re doing.”
“I am unaware of how I am interfering with your work, so I am sorry with that.” He replied. “I can possibly see what I could do, but no promises.”
“One more thing.” Eyeris’ gaze seemed to firm on him, and he suddenly felt small.
“Yes?”
“If I find out you’re interfering with Riley, I will be paying another visit. And I will ensure it will not be pleasant.”
He pushed himself up from the table. “I will be taking my leave now. Don’t forget what I’ve said to you.”
With a flick of his tail, Eyeris was gone.
Perhaps the unnamed god would have to file his own prayer to whoever was above him.
