All hell breaks loose -1

In the realm of night where the concept of light was non-existent, Aelthar's shining soul alone became the beacon which attracted all attacks.

Before the god could cope with his vision and the siphoning of his soul, a ray of light flashed in front of him, like a twinkling star, Aelthar raised his spear to block the blade, but when the collision sounded, came along a grunt of pain, as Aelthar felt a dagger pierce his skin.

The golden ichor flooded the abyssal 'floor' before disappearing in darkness forever as gluttony sucked it all.

Suddenly the god felt a gust of wind and swung his spear on the back. Only to feel fear once more as various scythes landed on his back.

Slashing pieces of his soul away.

(The reapers.) Aelthar thought.

And right he was.

In the cover of darkness, floated the skeletal figures, wrapped in the cloak of shadows. Their scythes slashing the air and slicing pieces of the god's souls with every swing.