Fate Is Determined By Your Own Skill: Temperance

"A Ratta tat tat, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Markeeth asked with a curious grin when Mollia entered his office. "Don't call me that." She said with a scowl as she sat down, the ghostly shade of Rat leaning on her shoulder. "He was talkin' to me, me."

"Yes, no, both. Now what do you want, need and ask of me?"

Mollia and Rat both began speaking at once, unwilling to let the other speak first. Zanir could only watch as the two began to try and get physical, yet it ended up with Mollia just flailing her arms in a dismissive display to shoo away Rat.

"Mollia, why don't you speak first?" He asked with a small sigh.

"I want to know... When in my name did you and The Rodent get married?" She asked flatly, pointing her thumb to Rat, who was chuckling at the memories. "I can take this one. Remember after you lost to Pan and Paradise after Eden? Well, we met in the city, I got drunk, we even had Panila as our uh... Marriage guy/woman thing."

Mollia stared at Rat with a stunned look in her silver eyes before groaning loudly. "Why do you have to exist!? You have ruined my life! At least you didn't... You know."

Zanir slowly turned around in his chair, not able to look Mollia in the eye. Rat gave a childish laugh, flicking her other self's hair. "We did. We did do that. Which leads me onto my point... I need a doctor. I want my own body."

While Mollia was trying her best to stay conscious from the unbridled anger that strained her mind, Markeeth swivelled back around with a eccentric grin. "Well if you asked that first, I could have had that done before you knew, thought and even conceived the idea!" 

He quickly left his office in a hurry, leaving her to listen to Mollia's pure rage over using their body for something so sinful.

Once Markeeth was out of earshot of the two, he poked Jaina's head, who was idly scribbling away in an old, rugged notebook, to grab her attention. "Oh! what do you need, Dr?"

"My dear ex... Wants a body. And I don't want to do that-"

"Because she's crazy, wild and almost bit off your nose?" She answered for him with a smile, slightly stunning him. He quickly readjusted his top hat and nodded. "Yes. What do I do?" He groaned, leaning against her desk, getting a few vexed looks from his workers.

"Why don't you just... Ask "She who dwells below"? Then you could just make a tracking spell and continue to keep tabs on her?"

"You sound like you've done this before."

"I... Play a lot of tabletop rpgs."

"Don't know what that means." He smiled, twirling his cane as he left Jaina alone to go and sort out Rat's new body. Meanwhile, René was heading off towards her next client but was side tracked by Jaina.

"How is my magical munchkin?" 

René looked confused at the new nickname, but figured it was probably due to her "professional" outfit that made her look like some goddess from an isekai anime. "You're real funny, you know that?"

"Don't worry... All the travel agents have to wear those outfits. Plus, it looks good!" She smiled, yet René still couldn't help but feel ridiculous. "I look stupid. You don't see Jae or Misha wearing this!"

"That's because I have to wear this." Misha yelled from across the office, holding up an impractically thin one piece outfit.

"Huh... Okay, point withdrawn." 

"So who's your client today?" Jaina asked with a smile as she leaned over her desk. 

"I've got a young twenty something year old with massive insecurities and a love for fantasy. Any idea what star to send them to?" René explained with a sigh, checking through the small folder she was carrying.

Jaina began to type in a rush, looking through available worlds before turning her computer screen around. "Hmm... We've got this one. It doesn't get much traffic, no real threats, only half issue is no easy magic system."

"This guy is like... REALLY insecure. How's the difficulty?"

"It's considered the least threatening star we have in our jurisdiction. I'll send you the file on it." She smiled, quickly emailing René the file on star known as "The Eye". 

With a quick thanks, René went off to send her client off, leaving Jaina alone at her desk again. With nothing better to do, she continued writing in her notebook. 

Markeeth wandered down a winding staircase, a place that was normally hidden to most of the other workers. As he walked down the dimly lit stairs, the usual boring office interior was slowly replaced by a more abstract white void.

He soon reached two pure white marbled doors that looked as though they had nothing behind them as the outline slowly dissolved into squares. "Alright, Alright... Alright." He mumbled to himself as he slowly pushed open the two monumental doors.

He stepped into a room illuminated by a saintly white light and a gigantic pit in the centre. Zenir ran a hand on one of the standing torches that ran around the pit, changing it into a blinding, burning orange flame.

"O Goddess, I beseech thee to awaken and head my call!" He yelled out, looking to the sky above as he raised his hands.

Silence.

He was met by total silence.

"Hey, hey, hey! I'm calling you here, pick up!" Zenir yelled in slight frustration.

*I want you to beg.*

"What? Motherfu- Stop being a childish, selfish, cattish brat!"

 *Buuuuut I own you. So you have to.*

Markeeth kicked the torch he lit into the pit. A terrified feminine scream rung from inside before a titanic woman adorned in white and gold robes burst fourth from the pit in a wild panic. She was trying her best to put out her halo, that had caught fire. 

"P-PUT IT OUT!"

"Say the magic word." He smirked, leaning against his cane as he stared up at the panicking goddess. "PLEASE PUT OUT THE FIRE!"

"Thank you." He bowed, snapping his fingers to put the flames out. After catching her breath, the goddess took down her hood before laying her arms down against the edge of the pit with a condescending look in her golden eyes. 

She began twirling her silky, golden hair with a smirk. "So what do you want today? Another world to be dismissed? A new pair of keys? To find my phone?"

"O Enn... Forget the formalities, I need you to give a body to an alternate personality in someone's head."

"And what's in it for me?"

"I won't call you the Basement Boreddess anymore."

The goddess seemed to consider it for a moment. She hated the nickname and knew Zenir loved how much it infuriated her, so for her, this was important to him. "Alright. Fine, just send them down whenever." 

"Good, great and excellent... But can you come upstairs? The person in question isn't allowed down here yet." 

She was about to shake her head, but hesitated for a moment. Which to Zenir, meant a yes. "Good. I don't need you today, just appear whenever you want." He smirked. Before the goddess could even try to argue, Markeeth had already ran away from the titanic woman, who retreated back into her pit.

*Stupid mortal... I give him a job and this is how he repays me... But no more stupid nicknames, I suppose... Crap, I should have asked for more!*