All organs of Yitterblum shall be consumed by Neobel Eka should they fail to consume it and the Light Drop.
Their Title as Emperor of Flesh shall likewise pass to Neobel Eka. They are neither Flesh-maker or Emperor, for they have made no life, nor any followers. [They may instead pass it along to one most worthy of the title. Which is the bloodbag and broodwater creator by default.
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Their Title as the Star of Chaos shall go to the Sunparentage, Light Drop, as the consumer of the Star of Chaos.
Should Neobel Eka be consumed, all organs may pass to Yitterblum should they choose. Neobel Eka's Noble Title shall go to they who embody Nobility the most.
Neobel Eka's Title of the Wine of Life shall go to the star which consumed the Light Drop in it's entirety, as one who drinks and provides lifelight.
Several ghostly maggots in full legal battle regalia lobby their way free of Gongon, much to Gongon's confusion and consternation!
Seemingly outraged at this legal document, this dying will of Neobel Eka, they gibber and flail briefcases, chanting in unison, "Objection!"
"Gongon has not given Neobel Eka permission to devour any planar motors or other locomotive organs that may originally originate from Gongon! Such organs should be returned in good condition or further steps to rectify this grievance may follow! Further, reproduction or copies of patented Gongon locomotive organs and machinery without a licence may result in fines."
"As Neobel is clearly not of sound mind, being permanently drunk, and likely illiterate, this will seems to be possibly entirely invalid."
"Clearly, as the most fleshy and imperial, Gongon is the one true Emperor of flesh."
While quite fleshy, Gongon manages to look incredibly unimperial.
"The Grand Wine isn't even a star! How could you expect it to possibly mantle such an august, heavy, and ominous title as 'Star of Chaos'?! Clearly this should be rewarded to the much more reliable and trustworthy Imperiled Shell!"
Several Maggot lawyers harrumph triumphantly and give each other highfives with their mucusy tentacles at this apparent legal coup de grace.
"Finally, the Grand Wine is the Wine of Light, not the Wine of Life. Clearly the Bloodwine Broodwaters are the most suitable for that title, being the wine... of life, having birthed so much of it and ever being a source of life's magical powers."
Having apparently completed their purpose, the maggot lawyer legal team is quite panicked when they realize they seem to be fading out of existence.
"Noo! We still had so much to live for! So many court cases to tackle! It can't end like thiiiis! I want to suuueee-"