Tired and spent from all his time without any sense of time, Loki collapsed into the most comfortable bed in the world, which existed in the Room of Requirements.

He stayed listless for a while before finally pushing himself up as he thought-

'There ain't no rest for the wicked.'

Getting back onto his feet, Loki grabbed the tea cup that floated towards him. He walked up to his table, placed down the tea cup and cracked his fingers.

"Let's figure out where the Chaos Sea is tonight…the damn thing is taking up too much of my time."

But Loki's motivation waned after a few minutes when he realised that he truly absolutely had no clue where the damn thing was.

Or rather, he had a clue, but he found himself getting a little scared of pursuing it.

'The Chaos Sea is connected to the sea of subconscious of every person around…'

'So there's possibly a way for me to traverse through the sea of subconscious to 'stumble' up on it…'

'I could increase my chances by using the Chatterbox since it is made up of the Beyonder Characteristics from the spectator pathway.'

'But if it could be found that way Dumbledore and Mr. True Creator would've figured out where it was by now.'

'So it isn't possible to search for it that way.'

'But could I search for it with the help of the Sefirah Castle?'

'But if it was possible to find it using another Sefirot why didn't 'She' (Mother Goddess of Depravity) search for it since she owns the authority of the Brood Hive?'

'Is it because the barrier is holding her off?'

Loki frowned.

'And then there's the fact that the Brood Hive is looking for Omebella, if she's here.'

'....hmmm…something about all this makes it seem like I'm missing a key point.'

Loki thought about it for a while and figured out what he was so confused about.

'If the Chaos Sea doesn't have an owner already, why isn't it reaching out to corrupt the world in some way?'

'...I doubt Salazar Slytherin's concealment would do much to restrict it from reaching out and corrupting those in its own pathway, wouldn't it?'

'...unless it already has an owner?'

Loki frowned when he reached that conclusion.

His eyes narrowed before they landed on the crystal in the centre of the room.

'Have one of the remaining founders accommodate the Sefirot?'

Loki's eyes widened as all the pieces fell into place like dominoes.

'They clearly had access to the Chaos Sea since they could set up such an elaborate system of magic…'

'The Sun God is a woman…Helga Hufflepuff?'

'Helga Hufflepuff is a Great Old One?!'

'Is she a pillar!? God Almighty?'

Loki shivered involuntarily.

'No…the True Creator's still around…so she should only be a half Great Old One since the Hanged man pathway is also of the God Almighty group…'

'So I need to parasitise the Chaos Sea through 'Her'?'

'But that would still mean that I've got to parasitise the Chaos Sea before I wake her up then? Since otherwise it will be less of a parasitism and more mutual cooperation…'

His mind couldn't comprehend what he'd just thought to himself.

Since his parasitisation was essentially a form of corruption, what he needed to do was parasitize a Half Great Old One.

'I'm not even a King of Angels for God's sake…'

Loki closed his eyes, sighed and opened them back up again as he walked to the crystal in front of him.

'So her spirit body thread should be connected to the Sefirot in some way right?'

Loki activated his spirit vision.

The spirit body thread that connected to Helga's astral body frozen in the crystal was strong.

Loki could feel that simply touching it would burn him up.

'A side effect of her being the Sun pathway True God?'

'I guess it makes sense that it wouldn't be as easy to parasitise or turn them into marionettes…'

'....hmm…how then do I set up my plan?'

'...Can I trick another god into doing it for me?'

'....why would they listen to me? And it wouldn't be strange if they drag me into some scheme of their own.'

Loki thought about things for a few more seconds until his eyes dropped onto the begging bowl in front of him.

'I could give her her revival item…and then set up some sort of trap in it to parasitise the chaos sea 'within' her?'

Loki knew his thought was just him making up tall explanations that really didn't have any grounds, at least for now. It would need a lot of research and figuring out to make sure that he could even attempt such a thing.

'Hmm…'

'At least I have a concrete direction now.'

'There ain't no rest for the wicked…'

In another part of the castle, Hermione was currently hunched over her plans.

'It is more than likely that I'm going to have to develop my own shadow organisation to create believers for Mr. Error since I'm not going to be in charge of any large groups in the Unspeakables anytime soon.'

'This has its own advantages and problems though…'

'While I could make a simple club to begin with…a club like the dueling club to help teach students DADA because Umbridge is pretty bad at it…but it begs the question about how I'll turn them into believers for Mr. Error.'

'sigh why didn't Mr. World write something about how we could approach people regarding this?'

'...I doubt he'd ever need to 'talk' to people regarding Mr. Error…if he wanted he could simply use his divinity to coerce people to become Mr. Error's believers…'

'Wait a minute…why doesn't he just do that then?'

'...did Mr. Error not allow 'Him' to do so?'

Hermione suddenly felt a dissonance in between the image of Mr. Error she had in her mind until now and the one she'd discovered just now.

'...is Mr. Error a klutz?'

Hermione almost expected to be smote down from the heavens for thinking such a thought. But when nothing happened her thoughts started to devolve into something 'fantastical'.

'What if Mr. Error is actually good god but doesn't really know how to talk to people around him because he isn't from this era!?'

'...maybe that's why he wants us to help him gain believers? Because he's shy about talking to people…'

'Awww…'

Hermione suddenly gained a ferocious light in her eyes.

'I'll make sure you have as many friends as possible Mr. Error!'

In another part of magical Britain, in the Department of Mysteries office, Laura looked at Dominic with a frown before speaking-

"Nothing happened? No one tried taking advantage of the system?"

Dominic shook his head, "No mam. The kids remained there throughout but none of our alarms picked up anyone else interfering."

"Hmmm…I see…alright. Keep the schedule up and let those children guard those doors for the next few weeks. The divination department couldn't have been wrong…they did give us a large window of time after all."

"Yes mam." Dominic nodded but didn't leave.

So with raised brows Laura asked him about it-

"Got something else to report to me?"

"Well…mam I was wondering if the Divination department has been compromised…"

"...Oh?" Laura leaned in closer.

Seeing her pay attention, Dominic spoke calmly, "The divinations have changed in style recently."

"What do you mean?"

"The divinations from just a few months ago until recently were all precise and accurate to the dot. I remember being surprised when they even predicted that your presence would be necessary in the first case of the new interning students last year. But since the last few months, they've all become vague and unreliable. Perhaps-"

"Someone has them under the imperius curse?" Laura asked with a smile as she completed Dominic's claim.

Dominic didn't understand why Laura was smiling so much but nodded either way.

But Laura didn't say anything for a while as she shook her head with a sigh and explained clearly.

"Don't worry about that. You just don't know because you're new. Anyone in this field who's been here for longer than a decade knows what vague divinations truly mean."

"...there's a meaning?" Dominic asked, surprised.

Laura nodded, "In simple words, it stems from the fact that mortals aren't allowed to look directly at Gods."

"Huh?" Dominic was puzzled for a few seconds but that was when his eyes widened. "That means-"

"Yes." Laura nodded, her smile only growing wider, "True Gods are moving again. It is why the divination experts can't predict everything with certainty, High Sequence Beyonders closer to becoming True Gods, or True Gods themselves are going to be moving soon."

Dominic's mouth hung a little loose.

"Give them some credit." Laura said, "Their vague predictions are also helpful enough in this scenario. Times are dangerous and this is the best we can achieve. It's the best a mere mortal can do. Now trot off, those papers you have to trudge through aren't going to sort themselves out."

"...Yes mam!" Dominic nodded, saluted and left Laura's office to walk back to his seat with the others.

Laura meanwhile frowned.

'....but even I don't know who exactly is in that strange 'Divination department' that we have.'

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A/N : Are you in there?