Embodiments

In a realm beyond reality exists the Embodiments - powerful beings who personify fundamental forces of existence. Reality, the first and their leader, rules with exasperation from his black vest. Fate serves as his secretary in her white suit, enforcing order among the chaotic group. Time, a traditional gentleman in green with a top hat and clock head, pairs perfectly with Space, the orange cosmic astronaut who enjoys tossing planets. Destruction, a purple petite gremlin dragon girl, constantly struggles to contain her urge to explode everything. Creation appears as a biblically accurate angel with numerous eyes. Good, a bubbly blonde teenager, plays with animals while Evil, a dark tentacled woman, schemes. Life, in her pure white cloak, radiates motherly warmth. And Death, the pale white reaper with blue flaming eyes and black eyeballs, hides his soft spot only for Life beneath a crude, apathetic exterior.

Embodiments

In a realm beyond reality exists the Embodiments - powerful beings who personify fundamental forces of existence. Reality, the first and their leader, rules with exasperation from his black vest. Fate serves as his secretary in her white suit, enforcing order among the chaotic group. Time, a traditional gentleman in green with a top hat and clock head, pairs perfectly with Space, the orange cosmic astronaut who enjoys tossing planets. Destruction, a purple petite gremlin dragon girl, constantly struggles to contain her urge to explode everything. Creation appears as a biblically accurate angel with numerous eyes. Good, a bubbly blonde teenager, plays with animals while Evil, a dark tentacled woman, schemes. Life, in her pure white cloak, radiates motherly warmth. And Death, the pale white reaper with blue flaming eyes and black eyeballs, hides his soft spot only for Life beneath a crude, apathetic exterior.

Inside the Anti Void, a dimension accessible only to the Embodiments themselves, lies a long nearly circular crescent moon-shaped wooden table with ten seats and a collection of bored beings gathered for a meeting. The air hums with restless energy as they wait, each manifesting their essence in distinct ways.

Reality taps his fingers impatiently on the table surface, the wood vibrating slightly with each tap. "Ugh, where is that emo bastard," he mutters under his breath, annoyance creasing his features as the minutes tick by with no sign of the missing Embodiment.

Fate glances up from her notepad, her pen hovering above the paper. "Easy now, boss," she says calmly, though even her steady demeanor shows signs of strain from the prolonged wait. The scratching of her pen resumes briefly before stopping again.

Space sits with legs propped on the table, tossing a marble-sized planet between his gloved hands. The tiny world rotates slowly, clouds forming and dissipating on its surface as it arcs through the air, catching the dim light of the Anti Void.

Time stares fixedly at an hourglass perched before him, the sand flowing in an endless loop. His clock face ticks audibly, the only regular sound in the tense silence as he waits for the meeting to properly begin.

Destruction vibrates in her seat, claws digging into the armrests as she struggles to contain her nature. Every muscle in her small dragon-like body tenses, ready to spring into action at the slightest provocation, her purple scales shimmering with pent-up energy.

Across the table, Creation adjusts his position slightly, the numerous eyes on his angelic head blinking in unison. He hasn't seen his fellow Embodiments in some time, and the delay tests his already frayed patience.

Good remains oblivious to the tension, sitting cross-legged on her chair while small animals - creatures of her own making - frolic in her lap. She smiles down at them, completely absorbed in their antics.

Evil watches with amusement, her tentacles writhing slowly around her in a hypnotic, unsettling pattern. She smirks, clearly enjoying the mounting frustration around her.

Life alone seems at peace, humming softly to herself as roses bloom and wither in her hands, their life cycles accelerated under her gentle touch. Her white cloak shimmers faintly, casting a soft glow on the table surface before her.