Jill
`" It festers... I yearn. It must hurt; she must bleed... "`

*There is a violent awakening in one of the dormant fruits of the upper branches, a malignant contortion and sickening pulsation as life begins to breathe from a divine spark once more—shallow, putrid huffs. Every exhale, a groan of frustration and a lack of satisfaction for the outcome dealt to him. Thoughts swim and squirm throughout the embryonic fluid of the fruit just as much as he does. The effect was undoubtedly chaotic. A star begins to hiss with radiant light, burning back into existence. Flames wreathe his star, a reptilian crimson eye adorned directly in the centre. Staring down... Observing his fellow deities in a moment of comprehension, a reminder of what it meant to be divine.*

*To remember who they were... Gods. More than that, concepts. These beings shaped entire foundations of existence and meaning influence over things beyond the reach of a mere, pitiful deity. Calling themselves gods was an understatement. They were the beginning, the end. The apocalypse. Throughout all of the time, every uprising has a tragic downfall; every apocalypse has its dastardly plague. Now that plague was back, more pustulant and writhing than ever before. The fruit begins to split, minor glyphs and shapes cut across it like a clean dagger, drawing a pattern. A ritualistic incantation, he hadn't even burst from the new shell and yet his plans continued. It was devotion to a tee, terrifying in the hands of someone who lacked empathy to act upon those goals.*

`" To spill blood is to embrace a memory once lost. An awakening of the mind, a feral expedition. The conquest of bloodlust. "`

*The fruit finally splits in one swift motion, in the vein of a magic trick. The enormous snake seems to extend further from the carapace's tear. It shouldn't be possible for such a being to fit inside, yet it continued to force itself out. Reborn, Edon had the luxury of reminiscing over his old appearance. The one he had first become known in, a clean serpent. Enshrouded by a glistening orange and black energy, it drops from the hanging fruit and finally nests itself upon a branch. There is a dramatic silence as the beast closes its eyes... Deep in thought.*

`" To sever eternity, we must lose what makes us whole. The sooner I accept I am to be a casualty of the war I wage, the better. "`

*The monster mumbles aloud, speaking his mind. Other gods were near and may overhear it. The meaning was the clearest he had ever given; the god of change had finally come to a point of stagnation. It was only war from this point forward; he chased his metaphorical tail, never able to quite reach it. Yet always in view. The deity's tail whips forward, slashing across the branch's floor and igniting a clear-cut sigil into the floor, an image of a serpent coiled around a tree. The leaves fall from it, the roots shrivelling and dying. This was the ritual he had been planning for so long, attempted so soon with so few. He understood the likelihood was slim but knew the outcome far too well. He died doing something he cared for or was killed for nothing.*

`" Who will heed the call of a lost god to set us on the right path? "`
Betty
Since the moment Edon's star dimmed, Savarii had sprung into action and was watching Yggdrasil from afar. She had made a bit of a risky gamble when siding with Edon, and his defeat was not boding well for her. The goddess was not one to go down with the ship and, if it became necessary, she would try to sink the ship herself if it meant saving herself from the crashing waves. But, right now, she was still quite fond of the snake god and his machinations. If the metaphorical hand fed her, she wouldn't bite it. In fact, she was *Fascinated* By nearly everything the god did. She just hoped the risk she took wouldn't blow up in her face with the god's impatience. She was hoping for Edon to turn this back around, more strength for the snake god meant more strength for her... *How funny it was how much she embodied the parasites she created~*. In fact... 

A large, pale purple bedbug would appear nearby. With only Edon here for now, it was very clear it was of divine creation, although it was difficult to pick out on its own at first. It was hard to even pick her apart, something done on purpose to conceal herself from anybody else who may respond to Edon's call. She was not ready to so publicly announce who she had sided with until she knew who would witness her here. The appearance of the ectoparasitic arachnid was oddly symbolic of Savarii's own character, whether it was a purposeful decision on her own part was difficult to tell. The Hive-Goddess of Outcasts, Misfits and Gluttony approached from above, hissing greedily as she would aim to land on Edon and climb up his scaley length. Her many legs were ticklish and squirming, dancing across the god as she made her way up to his ear. "*Oh my darling brother, how I missed you~*" Savarii's voice comes from the bedbug straight into his ear, using his own divine presence to mask her own by hiding on him. "*You left me in quite a fright when you left the ritual...*"

The sickly sweet words of Savarii evoked a strong picture of her eccentric, over the top pout despite not having a humanoid face to even do that. "I had even thought that... Perhaps I had made the wrong decision in supporting you~" She sighs. "But *Oh how I love* Betting on the underdog~ I'm glad to see you return my dear~" She coos sweetly from her insectoid form. It was quite clear she didn't want to reveal herself yet, unsure *Who* Would respond to Edon's call. 

Yet she knew she couldn't hide from Edon as he would sense her divine presence and likely sniff out the bedbug. It was better he knew it was a friendly face rather than discover it and then squash it. Not that Savarii was certain he wouldn't just squash her anyway, but *That's just part of the fun~* Those who came afterwards though, would have a hard time figuring out she was even there.
Brad
`"KWEHEHEH OH EHEHEHHEHE"` A mad cackle rung about the branches as a shaded limb extended from below, grabbing upon the limb, shadowy fingers elongating, wrapping fully around as another limb extending forth, spreading itself as it brought a featureless head up, a torso following soon and eventually ending with a mess of black at the bottom of the body, the fingers returned to a 'normal' length as the creature slouched upon the branch. `"A KWEEHEHHE! A EHEHEH!"` It repeated, straightening its posture, its neck *Twisting* Uncannily as it stared, from distant branches.

*Crackle.*

To Savarii,

*Crackle.*

To Edon, the main attraction, the serpent. It heard not the call, but from the branches it sensed a *Repulsing* Aura, a being cursed by its mother to be outcasted, even being around Edon made Sanskrit want to puke. It made Sanskrit unbelievably *Joyous*, to the point where even a smile manifested upon the featureless face, a mouth, slowly appearing as a white line across its face that crawlitst's way up into a perfectly white grin that contrasted the rest of the being.

`"Oh~ You repulse me! I wonder~ I wonder~ What SIN did you commit, what grave aberration have ye completed to be implanted with such a foul stench, with such a sickening presence~"` Sanskrit stopped for a second, its smile widening as the white grin split along the middle, opening for a brief second to reveal more black as a cackle followed `"Kwehehhehe~ Oh, Eheheheheh!"` It closed the pity excuse for a mouth it had conjured up. `"You, you! Fascinating...!"` Indeed, to Sanskrit, who had never met Edon, it was a wonderous thing how Gaia could bestow upon one her children such a curse, to be outcasted, to have an ambience that made even the mad wish to run, wish to turn tail. Or mayhaps, wish to explore further, wish to be driven more into madness.

The creature finally fully stood up, its body making a miasma of noises with each movement, as it straightened its neck and back, a crackle could be heard. As it outstretchitst's limbs a whirring, as it brought its chest forward, a whooshing. Sanskrit fidgeted and fiddled, the mess of a lower body it had somewhat taking form, tendrils thrashing about and hitting the branch they stood on.

Sanskrit watched the bedbug sat upon Edon, it listened to Edon speak, to head a call, to severe eternity, oh how fun!~ `"Tell me your name."` It finally spoke after a while of silence. `"Tell me your names! Your domains! Tell me it all! The story of that stench you carry! Tell me! And then tell me more! On why you sit here upon this branch, upon your ramblings! And then, and then, tell me even more! About your future! About my future! And then, and then stop, for I wish to know no more."`
Janae
From within the void around these Gods, came a rolling black smoke that seemed to spiral and spin like a serpent of smog until it stopped and formed itself behind Sanskrit directly. 

Slender fingers with dagger like black nails seemed to wrap around the shoulders of Sanskrit, and a wicked voice cackled beside their head much like the cackle of their own entrance. 

"Oh! Fun! My part to play then!" She gave a soft chuckle and seemed to vanish into smoke again only to trail over to Savarii and show her off as if she were a car for sale at some game show. 

"This my dearest, is our sickening, sadistic, strategic and sensational sister Savarii! Goddess of Outcasts, The Hive and Gluttony! She has... Impeccable taste! Oh how her halls fill with fetid flesh and fuming feasts!" The aura that radiated from Sinrael was one of pure fear and terror, discord and strife. An erratic, mercurial energy even as she complimented her sister and showed her off even if she was in the form of a bedbug. 

Due to showing off Savarii, she was already beside Edon and so stopped pointing at Savarii and did a lap around Edon as a cloud of smoke before leaning in close to him and inhaling deeply of his scent. It was still there and it's wretchedness still intoxicated the goddess of discord. 

"This handsomely suicidal gentleman is Edon. God of Fate and Change, devourer of a God unborn, and killer of divinity! And quite a delicious snack if i must say so myself." She gave another maniacle laugh before floating over to Sanskrit and inhaling deeply around the God of Madness and Insanity. 

"Oh my oh my oh myyyy! Your emotions they smell... Backwards. Reversed and twisted all around like a delicious knot of flesh and feelings! Inverse is reverse and rightways is wrong ways! A pleasure to meet you dear... I am Sinrael, Goddess of Fear, Discord and Strife. I'm just a playful thing so dont mind me." Shed say with a twisted giggle escaping her mouth, exxagerating the fact that only her lower face was visible due to her hood. 

"So... Serpent, Edon if that is you... What plan have you got in mind? And... Where is precious Melancholia... Id assume you've invited her."
Elizabeth
When she saw the great, golden serpent emerge from his incubator, she did not move. The goddess froze, as though she hadn't been waiting for him for months. An unfamiliar sensation crept through her body. It spiraled around her limbs and arms, prickling her and forcing the woman to drop the black instrument she had been playing. It descended into the void, fated to, perhaps, never be seen again. As Melancholia stared at Edon with indifference, she tried as hard as she could to overpower the feelings she was experiencing.

Unexpectedly, many other deities had arrived. She watched from afar, waiting until everybody's shows were over. After a few moments that felt like an eternity, the goddess of desolation and music crossed over some branches to meet with her acquaintances. Her deep, glazed eyes met the snake's.

She...
She felt...
She felt like...
She felt like she...
She felt like she was...
She felt like she was mad.

She was angry.

 She was heartbroken.

 She was scattered.

 She was *Furious*.

 She was betrayed.

She was
**Trapped**,
In love
**With**
A snake,
**An**
Aberrant
**Abuser**.

Through her feeble way of viewing the world, she saw nobody but the orange serpent of fate. The bug, the doll, and the woman meant nothing to her.

She was mad, yet she did not understand why.

Was it because he had died on her?
Because he was a liar?
Because *He hurt her*?
Because he had stained her body?

 No.
# knew the true reason.
 Was mad because she loved him.

Slowly, the deity's dainty feet made their way across the limb of Yggdrasil, avoiding all of the other gods and goddess and going straight to her target. With a forceful grasp, she pulled the beast's head down to her level and put her empty nose up to his. Her fingers constricted around his face. Melancholia's eye sockets gouged into the body of her *Love*, impulsively indulging in the gloriously familiar stench of his outcasted status. She did not cry, although she wanted to. He was back at last!

Now, they were all going to die. 
Her eyes could close, and they would not reopen.
She could rest her body for the first time in her wretched little life.

"Edon."
The goddess said his name once.
"Edon."
Twice.
"Edon."
Thrice.

Then, as if she were remembering his brutal behaviour towards her, she relaxed her muscles in preparation for a punishment.
 Waited for you."
Jill
*A twisting knife... With so many visitors, his call was answered so rapidly. To think even the most depraved creatures had a loyalist following it brought a crooked. Toothy smiles over the beast's face. Though his concentration could not be shattered, the ritualistic pattern continues to burn with hatred and reverence for their divine creator. It was a short reprieve from the madness to see the faces of his allies unite in a strange final send-off. Whether they knew it or not, this was the curtain call for the performance of a lifetime. The sigil burns effortlessly, and the exuding miasma of rebuking flame scars the pattern he draws. A sinister cackle creeps in as he hears the first deities arrive.*

`" Sweet bug, not even the tyrant could keep me down. "` *Edon glares upwards to the distinctly fleeting star of Majesty. Though not entirely vanished, it was cracking under the mental strain on her. There was the chance for a recovery, though unlikely. Still, there is the presence of confusion in his voice. Patches of memory missing, thoughts adrift. He was still readjusting his senses. Launching into such a high-calibre ceremony right after rebirth was immensely taxing; he could only speak a sentence or two to each god without the crushing weight of his essence fleeting. Her decision to support him was still right, though there was only one way to prove it now.*

*The ritual bends and contorts, and circular slots gather around the main display's outskirts. One for each god here to step, crawl or float into. To pledge their support to his action in one last act of defiance. It seemed like too little gods; indeed, it was an impossible task. Yet the determination and sheer focus of the changing god was a clear strive in his faith, to stagnate himself temporarily to carry out such a notion. They had a visitor that needed to be addressed, though the hideous incessant laughing gave the impression it may not be complicated. After all, he had already crafted a circle for them.*

`" Your future is determined by this act... Of faith, to see everybody driven mad from reality itself. "` *The god's voice booms and reaches Sanskrit with a bleak tone of oppressive and overbearing thoughts. Indulging in what he had assumed the mad god must want, there was little time to discuss terms. Madness was precisely the name of the game. There was no time to console; it either complied with the insanity or reeled back and skittered away.*

`" The plan is simple: sever eternity. "` *An offhand response to Sinrael, it seemed his acknowledgement of everyone was just as blunt for once. No scheming or monologues, a genuine disinterest to put up with the words of those around him, a focus on the plan and the plan alone. Cooperation was what fate had weaved in this very group; now, they must follow it. His belief in the archaic measure of reality had resurged in his revival, now believing this to be the new outcome. Begrudgingly aware, it was only him that would perish in the result.*

*Then, his head is moved downwards. The grasp of a familiar goddess, a touch he understood—one he did not need to hide here. The god does not struggle or resist as he is lowered to her height for the time. The scaly crested head leans forward and into the smaller deity. The surge for violence is quenched, and his concentration can numb the tide of feelings he should've been feeling. Able to repress all but one painful emotion, guilt. For what was going to happen, what he was going to do... The beast does the unthinkable with a slow and almost rhythmic movement. It kisses her forehead delicately before rearing back and raising, staring at the circles around them...*

`" And I... You. But wait no longer, for this is it. The gate of immortality is closed; speak your words. Add your clauses; they can be anything. So long as eternity is forever fractured. All of you... Our time is nigh. "`

*The snake drifts to his circle and closes his glossy eyes with a deep breath, constructing the words he wishes to add to the ritual—his final provocation.*

`" We conduct this ritual using the power you bestowed upon us. To Usurp you, false mother. You have taken so much from me, from us... Now it is time I take something away from you, the joy in your children's eyes... Their endless expanse, the creatures created. Shall be no different to us, for they can die. When we cannot. Now... We shall be able to suffer death, finally and forever. "`

*A bone-chilling cold wave overturns the environment as the sky darkens and the ritual grows brighter. Officially starting the chain of invocations. Something swells and bloats in the outburst of energy; a crackling bolt of orange energy rips through the sky. No sooner as the flash appears, an encore of tragedy strikes. Sudden deaths are felt, the decaying of land... Edon strikes down his creations, every last of them, with an enraged display of fury. All his work, erased in a single strike... A clear presentation of terror and devotion. A reason not to dare interrupt this conquest. If he was so willing to destroy everything he had worked for, what the hell would he do to a traitor god?*

*Something else... Flitters in the atmosphere, however, there was not just one divine presence coming from Edon. But two... A secondary strange glint of divinity echoes meekly from the god. It was hard to trace his divine sense without being convoluted in the two. Yet what exactly was it... It seemed impossible to pinpoint at the current moment.*

`" Speak your terms now, or forever hold your life in disarray. "`
Betty
"*I'm glad to hear that dearest brother~ I should have known your strength was too great to die on any terms but your own~*" Savarii coos into Edon's ear, she glances up at notices up the dimming star of another god. Her body shuddered in excitement just from being in contact with the powerful feeling of *Wrongness* Inspired by the snake god. The bug hisses with something akin to admiration, pleasure and hunger all mixed together. *Another god permanently dead because of Edon... What a shame it was he wanted to die, his power would have been so tantalizing to have around~* The bug's eyes turn to silently watch the newcomers, hidden amongst the many scales of the large snake it blended in with its shell. Her many eyes watch as the mad god Sanskrit approaches and watches with utter fascination. The insane and the man had always been a soft spot for her, many were destined to become outcasts and live by her rules. To see the abnormality be amplified in divinity was... *So lovely and rewarding~*

Then Sinrael appears, the sister she had been bonding with so much as of late. Another good addition to the ritual and one she was certain would appear. She had shown so much fascination in Edon's work and his ambiance, almost rivaling the Hive-Goddesses' own fascination and eccentric desires and urges. Finally... Melancholia herself appears, also an expected development. Savarii scurries back from Edon's ear as the goddess of sadness approaches him and takes hold of her lover. She watches from her bug like eyes in complete silence, hidden among the large body and her own divinity easily lost in his. She waits a while, completely hidden as she keeps waiting to see who else appears before she realizes...

*This is it... This is everybody...*

*A true band of outcasts, so many gods existed yet so little had pledged themselves to this movement. It was to be expected that they would be gods of shunned domains and unloved concepts. It was almost like their own small, sick family~*

At the very least, the lack of other gods appearing gave Savarii comfort for more reasons than just solidifying their outcast status. It provided security. A security that there were likely few traitors that could create headaches for her after this happened, less of a risk of unforeseen consequences from their other siblings as there had been in the Void ritual. Security that, should they fail, there would be little witnesses to her own involvement... *And ensuring that cleaning up the mess and jumping ship would be that much easier...* The chance of failure was not to be avoided... Plans had to be made to extract herself from the mess. If she could take one of her sisters with her, she would, but not before she could ensure her own survival. Already, all of Savarii's other fragments were aware of what was happening and prepared to jump into action depending on what had happened. Success would mean she'd need to act quickly to get what she desired, failure would mean... Well her contingencies were an intricate spiderweb, just like her own character and behaviour. *Oh, but enough doom thinking. Savarii truly did love all the outcasts and misfits that made up this family~*

Despite all her contingencies, plots and schemes... There was but one aura emanating from the insect. Before glee and ravenous, greedy hunger. She wanted to see what happened, she wanted to sever the god's immortality. Her own immortality was an unfortunate causality, but keeping her siblings mortal and vulnerable was... *Beneficial.* With certainty that she would not regret revealing her presence, the bug would crawl down Edon and onto the branch below.

"*Yesssss, my dear brother, I do have a few concerns before we continue~*" Savarii's voice and presence are finally visible to all who have come to the branches.

The bed bug on the ground begins to split in half, its chitin and guts exploding from its back. It almost looked like a zombie ant that had clasped onto the tree as eldritch tendrils made of guts, flesh, bone and other insects emerged from the single, minuscule bug. The tendrils extended upwards and intertwined with the guts and bone. The sheer amount of mass that emerged from the small bed bug made no physical sense, the form emerging from the bed bug was several million times larger than the eviscerated bed bug that had its "Guts" Leaking out. Soon, the entire mass would form into Savarii's usual form, wearing a very intricate dress made of black veils, her wings, rotting flesh and which seemed to be growing its own eyes for the occasion. The goddess' face was partially missing, as if the flesh around her eyes and ears had been removed to show the runed, black skull underneath, to which was attached a chitinous and boney face plate that looked like a mix between a jagged crown and a helmet. Her eyes were five, glowing orbs that possessed her bones and shone through her empty eye sockets. Her massive mouth contorted in a significant smile. 

"You see, brother... I truly empathize with your plan, I really do. *But I don't think I myself am ready to die just yet~*" She coos happily, clapping her hands. "I don't believe that after we do this, retribution won't be swift and deadly from the angry masses who don't understand you and your goals as well as us. Without my immortality, I do fear that a few issues will rear their heads for those of us who are left behind~" She smiles kindly. "We're risking *So much* To help your quest, it would be only kind of you to do something to keep your poor little sister safe~" She coos, giving him a pout. 

"I mean, I'm sure we all agree that after this ritual, life would be much easier if *Some* Of our brothers and sisters made use of their new... Mortality a bit quicker than they would have otherwise..." Savarii says with a smile.

"And with their new vulnerability, it does create some *Delectable* New opportunities for expansion. All in your honour, of course, my dear brother~" Savarii says with a bow. She had laid many of her cards on the table, it appeared she wanted to use the mortality to prune potential rivals and strongarm others into being more "Accepting" Of her own plots. She wanted to leave a landmine under their feet so that, the moment they were no longer immortal, it would detonate before they even realized what had happened. 

"*None* Of our siblings know this is happening but us, they're confident... Vulnerable. They expose themselves so carelessly. Don't you think we should make use of this boldness before they have a chance to react?" Savarii adds with a sweet smile, leaning back with a giddy look in her eyes. "Already, I walk among a significant portion of their fragments within demiplanes. Within the realm of dreams, I am holding hostage a significant portion of a deity's divinity. Within the arena... They're all gathered together with their eyes turned to a silly little game and competition~ In the void, from the ritual you were so rudely kicked out from, many still linger completely unaware as to what will happen. Even as close as the very gardens of the gods my sweet sister Sinrael and I walk amongst deities ever so focused on creating their own school of magic~" Savarii lists. "I have already opened up infestation gateways from my demiplane into various realms of our brethren. Surely, there are many of us who would benefit from this newfound mortality beyond just seeking out our *Own* Death~ All it takes is a couple threats, a little bit of fear and a *Teensy weensy eensy* Little bit of pruning, and we'd be sitting much prettier than we are now~"
Brad
Two collided, one reaching out, the other submitting.. And then one split into two, two essences, oh so similar to each other. Indeed, this was quite upsetting for Sanskrit as the smile slowly shifted into a frown, this was disorienting. A kind of chaos they didn't enjoy.

`"You're asking a lot... To put faith into you. Yet, you promise a lot.. To see everybody driven mad. To let others peer into an existence similar to yours truly."` Its mood shifted again, the smile appearing again, though shortly disappearing as Sanskrit continued listening to Edon. `"Sever eternity... Sever our siblings from their mother forever... Outcast them... KweHEHEHEHHE"` The being reputed into a mad cackle yet again, this time more ferocious, more emotions were put behind this one, it reeled back even further, it arched even more, it's head hit the branch, and a sickening mark was left upon them. And it continued, it went down further, its body twisted and contorted as it attempted speech, a muffled mass of thoughts simply spewing out into the Abyss around to connect with any willing conscious was all that came out though. Concepts could mayhaps be grafted from this mess of speech, this joke at communication. `Glee, joy, to attempt to sever eternity forever... With so few participants... To think you would be able to do such a task, with so little present.. It made the God curious, it made the God angry, it made the God sad...`

And suddenly, it all stopped. A proper voice finally calling out, proper voices. `"To sever our link with eternity, that would put even us at risk, but.. If you succeed..."` It thought for a moment. `"My sister speaks the truth."` They referred to Savarii. `"But... I do not wish to kill my siblings, I do not wish to put them under constant fear... I simply wish to have them experience Madness as I. To decent from their oh-so-high thrones, to see the cursed by Gaia true and through, to see those less unfortunate at birth... To experience outcasting..."` Multiple emotions clashed, multiple voices and ideologies as the voice returned to a shamble, this time, nothing graspable. The being formed legs from between the tendrils, and stepped onto the circle, the podium. Cackling as it did so. 

`"I... I will join you, siblings. I may know you not, but your intentions... Your goals, they are oh so FASCINATING... I cannot leave this opportunity unattended... I care not the consequences, the aftermath will be OH-SO F-U-N! KWEEHEHEHE~"` It fully stepped up onto the podium, giggling in glee as it did so, turning its body to look at its siblings... Or away from them.
Janae
The Goddess of Fear swirled and swished around the three, floating in the air on her back as if she were floating atop a pool or lounging on a sofa, only to rotate position when she spoke or gestured. 

"This ritual... It will make it to where Gods become killable, yes? No more respawning or regenerating after death, yes? I do hope that's all it does because if it made us age and die of decrepit decay that would be unfortunate." Something in her shifted as she brought her feet down as if she were about to land on the ground like a graceful dancer. Her energy had shifted from a playful erratic mania to a sort of... Serious tone and tune. As if she had either dropped a mask or put a new one on. 

"Edon... Would you do us all a favor and tell us exactly... Precisely... What this ritual is going to do. No cryptic words or mysterious monologues. Direct and detailed discussion about what is to happen sounds like the best course of action because... I dont know about you Buuuut..." She smiled wide again, razor teeth showing fully as she darted close to Edon and gestured to all the gods and divine beings here. 

"We aren't the most... Trustworthy of Gods, even to one another. Especially you, wicked snake. A snake, a spider, a crow and a cookoo... None of which are exactly renowned beings. So... I'd like to know what we're getting into rather than letting your vaugeries and alluring presence linger in the air with no explanation. Doesn't that sound smart everyone? To actually hear out bit by bit what this is going to do? Chaos and Discord, Fate and Change, even Madness and Insanity... To know them properly you must know cause and effect. He, in truth, has told us neither. Just a vague, open ended trap or trick so far."
Elizabeth
Her body turned cold upon receiving the kiss from the serpentine god, Melancholia's thews losing their strength and submitting to the treatment he subjected her to. She felt his pain. In her heart, she hated it; yet in her mind, she knew it was upstanding. 
His show of affection hurt her, for it was not what Melancholia wanted to feel.

She
 wanted
 him
 to
 hit
 her,
# she would not be ashamed of her anger towards him.

There were many more people for the goddess of sadness to meet. There were interactions to be had, feelings to be found. There were words and influential actions to be made.

Shuddered at the thought, parting from Edon to take her place in a rather gloomy-looking part of the circle. The runes were beautiful, yet the cost of them glazed the setting with iciness. With her gaze to the ground, she could not bare to watch as her siblings tore her love apart. Slowly, the other half of her body turned coal-black. Once again, the goddess of sadness had been infected and broken by the being she desperately *Needed* To love.

She

Not want to look at her newly damaged body. It only made her angrier, and Melancholia only longed to savor Edon in the same way she had in the past. Attempting to distract herself, she stepped out of line and approached her sister. Her figure appeared foreign, the feathers on her arms darkening and falling off of her arms as she walked.
The eyes of Melancholia were nothing but gaping sable holes. They were an entry into her crestfallen mindset, a shattered place of internal conflict and decisions that she was afraid of.

The deity's limbs wrapped around Savarii in a familiar motion; it was nothing but an embrace towards her favorite sister. However, something was wrong.
She had been
 restrained,
 ruined,
 hypnotized,
 splintered,
By Edon's touch.
Her own powers were a vessel for his.
# ME GO.
 LET ME GO.
As she hugged the goddess of misfits, a creeping, concerningly powerful sensation of misery would overpower Savarii.
# ME GO.
 PLEASE, LET ME GO. DO

# ME HERE.
# ME GO.
 I HATE YOU.
 I LOVE YOU.
#
#
#

After a million moments, Melancholia collapsed, feeling as though the only way to be freed from the serpent was to *Let herself go*.
She felt mentally naked.
She felt a stunning hatred.
She felt beaten and sacred.
*I only*

*To be freed.*
Freed from him, or freed from me?

"I am.. Sorry." She said to Savarii, backing away. The veins in her mind had been ruptured, wrecked, and strung back together to form a person that Melancholia was not.

Be clean had become a foreign concept to the desolate woman. She emptily went back to her circle. Perhaps in death, she would find liberty at last.
# BEGGING YOU.
 STOP
 HURTING
 ME.
# so tired.
# me

**Maybe it will solve the struggles of the world.**
There was a problem, though, and no matter how many words and lies she spoke up, it would not go away.
Jill
*This was indeed... Everybody, to think so little gods would rally to his side. Was the rest of divine life indeed that stupid? To see no reason or justification for such a ritual to take place. This world was about freedom, granting mortals life and shaping them into a perfect world. So why was it that when a god tried to shape a perfect reality for the rest of them, he was only met with snapping claws? Devilish fangs and chains. To shackle a god... They weren't worthy to carry out this; they didn't understand. They never would.*

*That was okay...*

*They were allowed to be wrong.*

*That's okay.*

*What isn't okay are the acts of defiance and questioning in this ritual. They had gathered here for HIM; they would answer HIS demands. He was not just a means to an end; Edon was their downfall. Every. Last. One of them... Terms and conditions, specifications. He grunts heavily, gritting his teeth in reverence; there is an evident frustration in the god's words as he calls out with thunderous... Affection? Kindness? His voice is a mixture of anger and acceptance. In the final stage of grief, what did this monster have to mourn?*

`" I come this far, I gather you... Yet you still question? You do not trust me. The OUTCASTS do not trust me? Good... That means we are one big scheming family, isn't that right? Brothers, Sisters. Partners. "` *Brothers and sisters... A title he had not used in a long while; how long had it been since he acknowledged his relations? Over a year?*

`" I am keeping you safe; I'm giving you a way out. This is not my quest; it is my fate. I treasure... All of you, that is why. Like all good rewards, I cannot let you rust. Instead, you shall dissolve when you wish to and not a moment before. They will not harm you; it puts them at too much risk. This is your safety; I am breaking the ward of death so that you may reap and harvest the souls of the divine to your contentment. Or leave them to go at their own pace. "`

*His answer to Savarii is clear; he believes in his words thoroughly. Though there is admiration for the bargaining attempt in these moments, he would've found it stupid at any other time. Though the end is calling, so for once... Just once. He can let the transgression slide away and fade into obscurity. Just like he would, just like they would now be able to. Finally, they could be happy.*

*His life was pain; he knew it far too well... Sanskrit could see it clearly; this god was a tortured soul. His actions and the influence of those around him brought him to ruin. Other gods that had pushed his boundaries. They disrespected his requests and denied his apologies. He was no more of a savage beast than the rest of the deities that roamed this sickly planet. The way they ferociously tore him apart in the void. He cared little about what happened; it was all the proof he needed. They must go. But not by his hands; he shall pass the mantle onwards.*

`" Final answer: This ritual is to sever the bond of eternity; you will not age naturally. Nor will you suffer the effects of growing old. It is merely that a god may die in conflict or by choice. As we should, as our birthright demands it. Allow us to be euthanised by the hand that feeds us, cut us away... False mother. CUT ME DOWN. "` *He grits his serpentine teeth in a quenched rage, and a single tear runs down his face in defeat. Emotions had gotten the better of him, finally. It was revealed that he fully intended on dying here.*

`" You may say you struck me down for sanctuary. No god will contest you if you slay me. Think of it as a false rite of passage. "`

*He turns away from his fellow outcasts and focuses back on the circle. The incurable fury was rising again if they did not join the ritual. Effective immediately, it was going to get nasty. He had no time for playing games; if they pushed him just one more time... They'd regret what haunts them.*

*A second heartbeat begins to beat... Not his own, something else. That second divine signature. It was starting to shine through, once more, Edon's divinity, a mixture of two creatures. What was going on? Why was there two... Why were both? So... Bloodthirsty.*
Betty
Melancholia's approach earned Savarii's attention. The Hive-Goddess of outcasts pivoted and fixed Melancholia with the curious, glowing orbs that replaced her eyes. All the chitin covering her face, the lack of flesh and expressive eyes on her face made it hard to read her own emotions and thoughts and any change in her demeanour. This had been willful design detail Savarii put into effect, this was a powerful moment, an opportunity to quickly and suddenly solidify her power and bring about a catalyst that would permit her to bring her monstrous touch to more realms and beings. Savarii, if nothing else, knew the potency of hiding one's true thoughts and wearing as many masks as possible. She had always been an unpredictable presence, changing from one act to the other, throwing off any eyes searching for lying tics, genuine emotion or inconsistency in behavior. Now, as Melancholia approached her, the goddess' own monstrous, expressionless and mottled face hid any and all of her sentiments. 

Savarii's body froze as her sister wrapped her arms around her. A low, drawn out hiss could be heard shaking the body of the goddess as Melancholia once again shared her own emotions with her. She sensed her sister's desire for freedom, for the peace she had spoken so long about and the pain that came with it. Savarii's mind turned to her first encounter with Melancholia within her own ream. Slowly, yet surely, the Hive-Goddess' many arms raised and wrapped themselves tenderly around her sister. They held her tight and close as she both shared and savoured the feelings of this outcast, the very things that she had been spurned for... Not only by her brethren, but herself. Savarii's massive form almost cocoons Melancholia with her wings and many arms, she lowers her own head and places it on top of the head of the Goddess of Sadness.

"*Remember our promises, sister.*" Savarii whispers, her voice was soft and motherly, yet maintaining her undertone of a freakish nature and carrying an oddly forceful and commanding note. She knew that if this went through, her sister may very well choose to disappear as soon as the ritual itself had been completed. "*Stay a while longer, for me.*" She says, only audible to her sister as one of her more human hands gently grasps the back of her sister's head and pushes it so that Savarii may lean further into her ear. "Reward me for my dutiful service to you, sweet, darling sister. We will make our brethren appreciate the misery we gift them, they will regret thinking themselves so superior." Savarii calls back to the promises they had made in the hivelands. "*We can do so much more together sister...*"

It was hard to see from afar, but one of the glowing, empty eye sockets on Savarii's face seemed to moisten just a bit. She had no tear ducts, no muscles or flesh on the upper portion of her face, a chitinous and boney mask covering most of her features and an inhuman mouth that didn't give a single hint as to what she felt. However, a single, wet droplet was crawling its way down her black skull and onto her lower face. It would free itself and fall downwards, landing on Melancholia below her. "*Melancholia and Savarii shall not truly die... We are not shackled by our false mother's will. We may take away her brats and remake them into a true hive so that souls such as us are never shunned again. They will remember us forever.*"

As her sister collapsed, Savarii quickly bent over to check on her. She placed her hand on Melancholia's shoulder. "Get up sister." She says with a strong voice, now audible to everybody else. "It is time to act. It has come quicker than expected, but it has come nonetheless."

The bedbug form Savarii had taken and from which her new massive, monstrous visage had hatched from would crawl up her body and subtly make its way onto Melancholia, perching itself behind her ear and whispering in it. 

"*It's time...*" Savarii's voice repeats from the bedbug, only audible to Melancholia. "*Promise me you will remember our promises sister.*"

Savarii turns upwards and faces Edon, standing back up tall and rewrapping her massive, monstrous wings around her giant form and the rancid flesh and veils pinnes to her spikey chitin to reform her dress. "*I suppose that will do~*" Savarii coos with a large, sharp toothed smile. "Oh, every girl wishes for a brother such as yourself. I feel much safer knowing you have been looking out for your loving sister~" She says, bowing to the snake god gracefully. "Knowing you care for us as we care for you and your '*Fate*' is comforting my darling. When the time comes, I shall miss you, your conniving ways and your gratifying aura~" 

Savarii steps back into the circle and clasps her human hands in front of her politley. She hisses and twitches, her leech like hair contorts and moves all of a sudden as she senses a new divine signature eminating from... Edon's very own divinity. For a brief moment, the lights in her own skull flicker and she hisses with interest. "*This is...*" She trails off, now glancing around suspiciously, her expression never shifting to give away what she had noticed largely because it couldn't.
Brad
Sanskrit had long since sat down within their designated circle. Crouching onto the ground as two arms appeared, placing their palms where the creature's knees would be as it sat legs crossed. Its torso slouched and its head facing downwards as it isolated the outside world.

It needed only hear its siblings, in this very moment, it needed only sense its siblings. Not just those present at the ritual, but anything around the tree, anything approaching the tree. The deity sat... Eerily silent. It didn't physically react to anything for a while, it didn't nod or twitch or twist, it sat awfully still.

It sensed Sinrael's distrust, sensed the short embrace between its siblings, the fear and sadness. So much was going on at once. Doubt, anger, anguish, comfort, command, it was oh so delightful. The creature would internalize it, remember it, would savour these intense bits of emotions it would otherwise be unable to experience, it would reciprocate them, one day.

`"Kwehehe"` The being finally giggled to itself as Edon began speaking again. A scheming family... Huh? The being reacted not otherwise to Edon's speech, it didn't care about the finer terms, it didn't care about the conditions, it didn't care if someone in the ritual turned tail and tried to kill them as soon as it was done if it went through with. It cared not if the ritual even went through. These were new experiences, fascinating ones. Gods long since clearly gone mad in their own delightful ways, ones that had lost their mental sanity far ago, ones that had lost their love for their fellow siblings long ago, ones that were unable to maintain one face.

This was a gathering of outcasts, truly, as Edon said. Even Edon himself was far since tortured, he brought all around him to ruin. And this cemented itself further as Edon spoke more. The serpent didn't just bear hatred for its siblings, he was *Suicidal*, he intended on being struck down one way or another, and even then, he offered his siblings a sanctuary, a way out, an excuse to use his death.

`"How so kind of you, brother."` Sanskrit finally spoke out once, up until now, the being had gone so silent, had gone so unnoticeable that one might've forgotten it was present in the ritual to begin with. They didn't commend further, not even a breath as they waited for their siblings to figure out their personal affairs and set everything in order.. As fun as said affairs were, Sanskrit would be truly sad when this was all done.

The new divine essence wasn't left unnoticed by Sanskrit, not at all. The being shivered as it sensed the divinity, as it sensed the bloodthirst. But for now, it'd ignore it until it became so apparent it couldn't be ignored. Better not lose focus, lose one of its siblings for a moment, and it may miss out on yet another experience.
Janae
The goddess of discord seemed to revel in his idea once he gave the details regarding how a god could die after this. No old age, no withering away, only death via combat and choice. This was a satisfying answer to all her questions. 

"Then I shall help brother, but I do so wish to be the one to strike you down to your desired death. That is my desire... So that from you and I, this new divinity shall be born... Apart from Gaia and her roots and branches... Or... You can..." She gave a wicked cackle and made her way over to Melancholia, wrapping her arms around Melancholia from behind in an embrace for a moment, head tilted, resting on their shoulder with a wide smile and razor mouthed grin. 

"I say we let sweet Melancholia do it. Let them end you once the ritual is done, poetic no? Tit for tat, hit for hit... Come now Melancholia, love, does that sound nice to you at all?" She let go of Melancholia and went back to her original positioning before extending her arms outwards on gesture to everyone else. 

"So, sadistic siblings, when do we begin?"
Elizabeth
A teardrop emerged through her vacant eye, tumbling down her face and hitting the Mother Tree's bark without a sound. If she had been able to suppress it, she would have in an instant. Edon was undeserving of her grief. The goddess's blurry gaze met Savarii's, and she kept it there for an eternity. She was unable to move, held paralyzed in place by all of her emotions. Although her insectoid sister had made an attempt to mask her feelings, they were very much detectable and noticeable to the deity of sadness.
Every
 sensation,
Every
 thought,
Every
 little
 hesitation...
Glided
 through
 her
 skin
 and
 poisoned
 her
 brain.
There was a pause, a moment of clarity in the midst of mental murkiness. Melancholia melted into the beast of a woman. Burying herself in the manmade sheathe, she absorbed-
# ME OUT OF HERE.
-the confusingly manipulative demeanor within Savarii.
Would
This
Be
The
Last
Time
They
Felt
Each
Other?

**Let go.**

 SAVE ME.
"Oh, I am.. So... Tired." She found Savarii's ear and spoke into it, her vocals sounding rather soft yet rigid at once. Again, a droplet of indigo fell from one of her eye sockets. The goddess cried for her sister. "Yet not ready to sleep. If I could.. If I could explain it all in a second, I would do so in an instant. It is ironic how powerless we are despite being gods... Savarii.. I must die for him. I-"
One of Melancholia's feathers drifted off of her wing. She caught it in her hand and slipped it between two of Savarii's less humanoid limbs.
"I.. I will try my best, for no kind deed deserves to go unpaid. Together.. We would be so powerful."
As a smile stroked her blackened face, she broke away from the outcast goddess and regained her balance.
**P**Eople
**O**Nly
**W**Ant
**E**Arly
**R**Est.

The mere
Problem
Was that
Melanc-
Holia was
Not mea-
Nt to be
The villa-
In. Not in
This story.

In what seemed to be an instant, her entire mood changed.

**Lose control.**

*"Yes... I will remember. I promise to you, my beloved sister.*"
 And Savarii shall not truly die.
"*Do not cry for me. Just as the serpent is unsuitable for my sadness, yours does not belong to me."*

 Am ready to die."

Lies.
L
 i
 e
 s.
# ME.

 Most.. Gracious and loved... Savior has brought this lovely fate to us. Should we not begin already?"

Melancholia saw beyond the dual divine presences and only noticed Edon, the source of her pain. Her circle felt like a prison cell when she brought herself to it. Had they been a *True* "Scheming family", as the god worded, the deity of sadness would have been the mother. All of those who had gathered would be her children, victims of her power, yet she was dissatisfied with what she had gathered. Something did not feel right.

Sanskrit was a being of mischief and mystery, but that was not why Melancholia cared about it. Rather, it was.. *Easy* To focus on. Its unique, ever-moving form was mesmerizing. When it spoke, its voice was odd and off-putting. It reminded her of..

No.

 That

 comparison

 would

 be



Right.
Wrong.
Right.
Wrong.

**Die within.**

Sinrael's embrace was benign to her. In turn, she tightly wrapped her arms around the merciless goddess of fear. In spite of the fact that this new sensation brought alarm to Melancholia's system, she found delicate comfort in it. The two had connected so much, yet not at all.

Then, everything
 sHifTed
And
 sPuN
And
 rEverSeD.

She looked at Sinrael.
She looked at the ground.
She looked at Edon.
She looked at herself.

**Be okay.**

# suppose so."

WRONG
WRONG
WRONG
WRONG
WRO-

ME OUT OF HERE.
#
 FREE ME FROM MY DOOM.
And then,
Everything
Was
Right.

Thoughts

 Words

 Visions

 Ideas

 The
 art
 of
 a
 broken
 mind.

*Am I ready to die?*
Right.
Wrong.
Right.
Wrong.
*Still time to make the choice...* 
*I must chose...*
*Right?*
*Wrong?*

A gloominess rung through the air, piercing everyone it touched.

**Relax.**
**Stay calm.**
**Submit to pain.**
**Fall.**
**Wake up.**
 Up, and it will be okay.
**Hurt the body.**
**Feel feelings.**
**Act human.**
**Have dreams.**
**Have nightmares.**
**Release fears.**
**Tear up the heart.**
**Cry regularly.**
**Seem good.**
 Choose right.
 Choose wrong.
# in between.
 The self.
**No more grief.**
**Stay simple.**

"I-"
Jill
*Two hearts... Beating in unity, the overwhelming sensation of the grim change undergoing the fate god only grew more potent by the second; something else lurked deep down. It wanted out and would claw its way to the exit by any means necessary. All Edon can do is smile; he has foreseen it... He knows it is coming, one way or another. That wretched mistake he made so long ago shall finally haunt him, devour his eyes... Flay his scales, and he will be helpless to all of it. The other gods won't save him; this ritual was his usefulness. Once it was over. They did not need such a twisted tyrant; he had taken the only other one down with him.*

*Something was off, Melancholia thought true. They were no family; they all pretended. To have something in common, a wretched attempt to fit in... But they didn't; they never would. The world forever outcasted them. No matter how many lies they speak, gods they seduce. Minds, they twist. It was a futile grip that would soon slip from the cracks and fall to the void below. Edon was aware of the distrust here; anyone could backstab him at a moment's notice. However, fear reigned supreme at this moment for all but Sinrael. It was a motivator for her. It was a pleasure as long as he kept them in check. She could feast indefinitely.*

`" On... With it."` *A flicker of anger and malice. Mixed with the subtle lace of jealousy as he stares at the other deities. They had developed a real friendship, it would seem, capable of those feelings far better than the serpent. Displeased by the notion, his eyes fully shut as he devotes himself to the ritual. For in the moment, the other deities were no longer living in his mind. They were pieces to the puzzle, divine or not. It mattered for nought; this ritual would go on. He dropped his emotions briefly, blanking out all negative thoughts. And all positive ones, a neutral slate. A perfect balance, just like Pureman would've wanted... Edon could never be forgiven or redeemed.*

`" Speak your terms. Offer your divinity. Now."`

*The final words, perhaps forever. Not even a goodbye, no sign of understanding or compassion. The manipulation, everything he had built up, came apart in this situation. He was finally showing how he always was and had never cared for any other deity but himself. A selfish monster that dragged those with weak minds along for the ride, now it was time to crash the car.*

*Crash it would.*
Brad
`"But I will. I will forgive you for your selfishness, brother.. Not like you need it."` It hissed as a true goodbye to Edon, It knew he didn't need these words, he only wanted it to be done with, but still, it couldn't help itself. Atleast it should show gratitude to the being who allowed it to gather so much in so little time, some gratitude had to be given indeed.

```sorry for the ghost ping sin, accidentally pinged you instead of Savarii```
Betty
Savarii's face would have twitched just a bit at the comment of somebody killing Edon so quickly after the ritual was complete. She liked initiative, but *Frankly*, she disliked the thought of somebody stealing her thunder when her planned solution was much more... *Potent.* The goddess steps forward and gives Sinrael a smile that contained both cruelty and malice yet odd appreciation and sweetness. Her gaze turned over all the gods here with this smile... It was *Inviting*... *Alluring*, the same way a swift death was inviting and alluring to a man who suffered through prolonged torture. "*Oh, there is no need to worry about what comes next, your new mother dear has it all figured out~*"

Savarii's bedbug leans into Melancholia's ear, brushing against it gently as it rubbed her soothingly in a protective way. "Trust me dear sister. Hurry and join the ritual, I am looking out for both of us..." It whispers. "When the time comes, stand by my side. I will grant you true safety and security... Only together may we see our dreams come to fruition. But you *Must* Stand by my side and trust me." She says, her tone carrying a foreboding and ominous tone to it. She steps back and hisses in a satisfied manner as she steps back towards the ritual, her many eyes now exclusively on Edon. Her mouth had stretched out into the widest smile she had ever bore and she walked with a new aire of confidence and authority, as if she believed *She* Should steal the spotlight now. Without a single word, she begins channeling her divine energy before her, prepared to start the ritual at any moment as she glanced around the area. 

Finally, her gaze turns to Edon and her smile deepens as a hiss escapes her throat "Oh and you, perhaps you'd like to grant us a little bit of extra power as part of this ritual, no? Perhaps delay our mortality by *Just* A smidge~" Savarii asks with a smile. "I want added power, I want to ensure that we walk away *Much* Better off than when we entered.

After all, **It would help a great deal against all the incoming vengeful gods I told about this ritual~**" Savarii adds, smiling with pure glee as she revealed her little bombshell. She stands in complete silence as she stands in position, still ever eager and ready for the ritual to begin it seemed, but now carrying the sense of grandeur that came with putting every single deity there under a very immediate, very real threat. She looked more confident than the goddess of outcasts and the downtrodden ever was... Ever had the *Right* To be. Finally, after looking around with a self satisfied smirk, she turns back to Edon "They would see all of us *Suffer* For our transgressions, they are threat not only to you and your plans... But to your dear sweet family and..." Savarii's gaze turns to Melancholia pointedly, hoping that was enough to make her point to Edon.

"But, oh yes! Before I get ahead of myself my dears, I have one final addition to make~" She coos happily, turning towards her siblings and glancing over everybody with hungry eyes "Once we're all done with this project, I'll be *Glad* To take you all with me to greater heights. We work *So well* Together, I think it's only fair that we make this group something *Greater*... Unfortunately *Sans* Edon. We've proven that we have evolved *Beyond* Gaia, we've moved past the archaic ways and beliefs of our brothers, we are a true cult of scorned, damned and freaks. Should we want to make it official, we may even become a *True* Pantheon of a, as our dear brother said, 'scheming family'. I offer all of you salvation from those who would see you destroyed and your realms razed. I offer you and your hard work protection against all the headaches you would otherwise suffer... *If* You bend the knee and promise that we may forever be a true family~" Savarii smiles and takes in a deep breath.

"So far, they all believe that you have joined Edon of your own volition, that you're all sick and twisted little deviants that want nothing more than to see them all burn~" Savarii says "They would have you naughty children punished... But *I*... *I* Can change their minds~ For those of you who shall accept my gracious offer, I will be the first to extend a helping hand in what I hope to be a long, prosperous future of mutual aid and ensure that you are saved from the wrath of our brethren. If not, well... *You can be the first to test out whether or not our ritual worked in the coming conflict~*"

With that, not giving the others who gathered here much a chance to react, she quickly offers up her divine powers to the ritual, starting to fuel it with a wide smile on her face. "*Time's ticking dearies, so we really should return our attention to our generous brother's ritual now. None of this would have been possible without him~*" She coos happily before, just as quickly, her mottled and skeletal face turns into a venemous, hateful scowl. "Or would you rather keep your immortality to survive endless, inescapable torture by the hands of our vengeful brethren." She snaps, her mandibles chattering angrily. "*Come on! Start your ritual! I look forward to seeing how many of our brethren you can take down with yourself Edon!~*" Savarii shouts, her tone growing maniacal and zealous.
Janae
Sinrael rolled her head, popping her neck in a multitude of places before stretching out her arms and allowing her aura and divinity to spread, encompassing the area in which these gods resided at the moment. 

"I know exactly how it will be for me... Death shall come and go, and I shall live and die and live again so long as our reality holds the energies and powers of fear and discord. So long as I am fed and fed and fed I shall remain. I shall not have the immortality that we strip away from the gods this very day... But I shall live in the hearts of all... And perhaps one day, i will not be reborn from the sewn seeds of discord..." 

She carried herself over closer to Edon and gave him a wicked smile and chuckle, her head tilted and shoulders asymmetrical. "Only when my domain is proven to be temporary shall I let go... So you need not fret about my immortality. I will be just as killable as the rest... So long as they kill my domain as well... So long as they rid my feasts from this life. Otherwise... I intend on dying, renewing, dying, renewing... Until I just die..." She gave another cackle and swirled herself around in the black fogs and smokes she had conjured around them all, before turning her attention to the idea of a pantheon. 

"A pantheon sounds... Possibly delightful sickened sister! We'll need to arrange terms eventually... But kneeling to a sibling... So... Unenticing. I do however agree that we should gain some boost in our power due to this... Wonderful idea... Melancholia, Savarii and Sinrael... The Pantheon... The Three Sadistic Sisters!"
Elizabeth
As if she were nothing but a child, the breakable deity of sadness felt her body uselessly relax and submit to her surroundings. She closed her ample eyes, thinking of what Savarii had told her in the Taltuhim Hivelands. Only moments before her potential demise was she able to completely understand the concept of utter unity; Melancholia was a limb on a figure, a box on the conveyor belt. There was no particular purpose she offered to the overall cause, for she herself only served her own selfish needs.

She was here to kill herself.
She was here to shatter the laws of divinity.
She was here to ruin the world everyone knew.
She was here to fulfill the sickening desires of her and her false love.
She was here to.. Die?

The sharpness in Edon's voice cut her skin as though it were a blade, slicing into her body and making her bleed from the inside. Her blood emerged blue. Folding her black wings, she innocently stared at the serpent of fate with hopes that he would take back what he had said. She allowed the binary forces of godhood to impale her withered heart.

# ǝɹǝɥʇ sɐM
# uᴉɥʇᴉʍ llᴉʇs ǝuɐs ǝuoǝɯos sɐM

# he truly had never cared, why did he act like he did?
 ǝɥ *ʇɥƃnoɥʇ* ǝɥs pɐɥ ʎɥM

Her hands stuck out, and she attempted to draw her soul from her carcass: it was the power of a powerless goddess. However, her tries failed. She was a..
**F**Reak.
**R**Esistance.
**A**Mnesiac.
**U**Nderhanded.
**D**Ismal.

All
 she
 had
 ever
 wanted
 was
 a
 purpose,
And the dance of death gave her one.
At last, Melancholia's eyes opened.
 Let me trust you."
Her gentle, cold fingers massaged the bedbug's miniscule body. Would they know that she was a fraud? Out of the darkness in her mind, a sunny notion materialized: everybody, every single participant, was a faker. They were all wearing masks and telling themselves lies, painting their faces and artificially adding the ugly smiles they all constantly seemed to wear. Even the organizer, Edon, did not truly want to die. She could tell, even though it was hard to gaze beyond the double heartbeats and bitter words he spoke of. Perhaps if his life had not been doomed by her, nobody would be ending immortality upon the upper branches of the Mother Tree.

It was all her fault.

Was she to fix it by permitting him to rest at last, or should she have forced him to live and mend his woes? Savarii's immense secret slipped by Melancholia. It had landed in her mind, yet she only bore the ability to frolic around her sister's words. *"Incoming... Vengeful.. Gods..."* The silence that occurred soon afterward was what drew her out of the goddess's trance.



Finally, Melancholia understood.

She was nothing but a vessel.
She was nothing but a hostage.
She was nothing but a belonging.
She was nothing but a decoration.
 She was nothing but a child in an adult's world.

The great speech of Savarii continued. Turning herself away, she could not bear to listen. Hearing what her *Favorite* Sister was saying made her feel dirty, and she did not want to feel dirty in this moment.
"May I still trust you? Why must I be at your mercy? Is this part of the glorious plan you devised without anybody's knowledge?"

Sinrael's voice in her ears was musical, for it offered her a well-needed break from the oversaturated sweetness of the outcast and misfits deity. She posed a rather intellectual point. Although they had each defined their boundaries and differences from Yggdrasil, their mutual creator, they still remained as siblings. It was not at all fair that they would submit to a sister who was on the same level as them. Savarii, Melancholia, Sinrael, and even the strange god, Sanskrit, were equals in terms of their abilities. There was no pleasant reason as to why they all had to be led by one.

 Three.. Sadistic... Sisters."
The words tasted bitter on her tongue.
 ME.
 ME.
 ME GO.
 FREE ME.
 NEED HELP.
 ME HOME.
 ME LOVE.
 ME GROW UP.
# DON'T UNDERSTAND.

"Why am I to trust you, Savarii, enough to join your pantheon?"
Jill
*Chasing the mediocrity of hope, the high of companionship. Oh, how pitied them all, how his venom-laced words dripped with the harshest of sarcasm and a betrayal worse than any blade. It was natural that things would go wrong in his final moments, one last attempt to prevent him from genuinely being happy. The serpent's gaze solemnly stalks Sanskrit with an iridescent hue beneath those burning pupils. At least they were participating in his plan, straightforward and willing to take an order. He respected that, on a surface level, to see a creature looking out for itself the way he had. Uninterested in their pathetic friendships beyond the benefits. The snake flashes a coy smirk in Sanskrit's direction, a positive affirmation for doing the right thing and making it count.*

`" They do not need to forgive me. They only need to witness what is to come. "` *His words trail into the air, lost in his mind. A clear distraction ran through the god's head as that second divine heartbeat thumped alongside his. No longer in rhythm, the unity begins to fall apart. Whatever creature was awaiting its calling no longer played the same game as the fate god. It audibly manifests, a loud roaring hiss. As if it were burning with every individual beat. The sizzling of flesh, yet not his... Edon continues to push the feeling asunder, not wishing to let it get the best of him. He knew what was coming; fate had finally foretold it. No matter what happened with this ritual, he would still fall victim.*

*Savarii spoke out, her words yet again asking for power. He had already denied it once, so her asking again was the pinnacle of stupidity in his mind. He listens half intently, until the bombshell is dropped. She had snitched upon the ritual to other gods; the ritual circle surges with an unholy flame as his incendiary glare turns to the hive goddess. Not a single thought of doubt or hurt. He almost looked proud that they were brave enough to attempt such a grim idea, but Edon didn't give her the time to continue her speeches. For the moment the betrayal is revealed, he lunges with a screech that drowns out the ambience, submerging the nature of such a heavenly place into the abyssal depths of his hatred. Fangs bared, tail raised. He goes straight for the killing blow without a single hesitation. He did not care that Melancholia was there; he did not care if Sinrael happened to be close.*

*There was no satisfaction in his rage, no gratification for avenging those around him; it was unfiltered spite being channelled into an attempt of submission. There was an obvious precedent now, and as the serpent approached. His tail hardens into a carapace and whips straight around, going for the vital spots of an ordinary mortal. Whilst it may not do much against a god, it would still be debilitating, the spikes at the end of his tail splinter like shrapnel; in the reflection of each one was another fate untouched and unexplored, a reminder that this situation may just be accounted for partially. His voice howls and hisses as he screams out his orders during the assault to the rest.*

`" SPEAK, SPEAK YOUR TERMS. Or else I will scatter what is left of every last one of you so far into the far realms... You will be heralded as a myth. Traitors, scum. Unholy harlots... You are savages that should've been put down a long time ago. ALL OF YOU. Speak your damn terms, now... "`

*His temper only grows; after the whipping of his tail, it was straight back to the ritual, he would fully offer his component here and there, so confidence in his assault to scare the god back into completing the goal they had set out.*

`" I offer my divinity to sever the chord between mortality and eternity, to forcibly sever Gaia from our minds and bodies so that our divine souls may rest forever. Without the fear of rebirth, or a cold cycle of endless remorse. "`

*He speaks his chant, only to choke moments after. His voice gargles as blood seems to rise in his throat, then it begins to weep from his eyes... Then. Every last scale, every single orifice of the creature starts to rupture into a putrid display of flowing viscera, the second heartbeat overbears his now... His very divine presence starts to drown out as he offers himself for the ritual, this other deity making its new home and wrestling for control. As the fate god bleeds, he remains silent. Soaking the branch with a veritable seeping crimson waterfall.*
Betty
The bedbug whispers into Melancholia's ear softly as she displays her confusion and hesitance. As the ritual was set ablaze around them, as the world turned to chaos... Savarii's small bedbug seemed intent on being there with her sister, whispering into her ear and reassuring her. "Sister..." It's voice was hurt, genuinely pained to see her sister's hesitation. "Melancholia..." The voice speaks again, wavering just a bit. For the first time, her sweet and honeyed words were replaced with genuine and caring tones "Please, I have done this for *Us*. I am keeping *Us* Safe. We are sisters... Not just linked together by Gaia... We are *True* Sisters. Take me by my hand and I can ensure we come to no harm..." The begbug whispers. "I had to ensure the other gods would not punish us for our affiliation... I could not permit them to seek their revenge on you. I care for you my sister, this is the *Only* Path to salvation and I don't want to see you come to harm. The keys to our divine future are in our lap, this is our chance to use them..."

Savarii's main form, however, was in a different world. Power was growing as she channeled her divinity into the ritual "Tick tock! Tick tock!~" Savarii coos in response as she gazes to Sinrael. "Only *I* Can call off the beasts. I offer *Sanctuary!* I offer a *True hive and family!* We are *Beyond* Three sadistic sisters... Don't reduce our potential so. There are threats you remain so blissfully unaware of that only *I* Can save you from. All I ask is your unbreakable divine promise that we can serve eachother as a dutiful family should, a small price to pay for your eternal future. We walk into a new age togeth-" 

Savarii is cut off. She had been speaking smugly at first, so confident she had Edon backed into a corner. Certain he wouldn't *Dare* Strike out, that his desire to finish off the ritual would prevent him from attacking the participants. The screech cuts off the goddess and she snaps her red eyes to the snake. 

"*HHHNGH-*"

Savarii lurches forwards, taking a deep breath in as the snake's tail *Stabs* Through her chitinous armour and rips apart her flesh, sending black ichor splattering onto the ground. The god's could sense spurts of the divinity Savarii had been channeling escaping through the wound alongside the bloodied ichor, being absorbed directly by the ritual. Despite the boney mask, one could tell the expression she bore was one of shock. Shakily, she turns her head down to look down at the scaled weapon that had thrust its way into her torso before looking back up into Edon's eyes. "*Y-you mad fool...*" She hisses, her voice shuddering. She releases a pained, humourless laugh as she stares at the snake, gritting her razor sharp teeth together. "If you destroy me... You throw away Melancholia's only hope... You are throwing away my sister..." She breathes out, ichor beginning to flood out of her mouth. "Your ritual... Yo-" 

Savarii's eyes go wide as she feels Edon's tail explode within her, her chitin hardens and her body bulges unnaturally, as if trying to hold in the explosion and keep its form. Her shell begins to crack as her massive mouth hangs open and her body contorts. Her head snaps back as glowing cracks rapidly begin to spread across her body, originating from the bleeding wound caused by Edon's tail. The divinity she had previously started channeling in controlled bursts into the ritual starts bleeding out through the cracks. The bedbug on Melancholia's ear begins to wither away, twitching for a few moments. "Sister..." It whispers "Sister... Sister please... We can't die... We can't die... We... Can't..." It repeats, it's body twitching in pain.

"***AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEE!!!!!***"

A loud chorus of voices all shriek at once as cracks go up Savarii's neck before the shrapnel *Bursts* Through her torso, sending half of her body flying off and splattering onto the ground. Organs, bones and chitin fly over the ritual zone as the shrapnel blows about a fourth of Savarii's body clean off.

The red orbs that served as her eyes flicker rapidly for a few moments, like a light losing its power. The hive-goddess slumps over and slips to her side, barely alive only thanks to her divine nature. She had no left leg attached to her anymore and there was a gaping hole in her side. Her left jaw had been shattered and unhinged by the shrapnel, leaving her massive mouth to dangle uselessly. All Savarii could do was catch herself with two massive insectoid limbs that sprouted on her still mostly intact back and prop her slackened body up. The withering bedbug on Melancholia's ear shrivelled up and quickly fell off, landing on the ground below completely dead and motionless. 

The dam had started to shatter, and her divinity was bleeding out in waves into the ritual. The injuries the goddess had sustained mid ritual turned the divinity she had been channeling into it started to bleed out in waves. A dark, ethereal glow flowed out of her gasping body and coalesced into the centre of the ritual, the goddess unable to speak or move as she was now set on a ticking timer with mortality. She realized now that she had no choice but to endure the pain and try to survive the grisly damages to her body. Worms, parasites, spiders and ants escaped through the hole in her body and quickly coalesced to hold her form from crumbling. Spider webs were tugging on her guts, trying to keep them within. Leeches and maggots slipped into her snapped sockets and formed bridges to try to connect the pieces of her body back together. Ants were doing their best to cover the gaping wounds with their own bodies. Savarii turned to Edon with pure spite and anger on her face. He would be willing to throw away one of the few ritual participants just to punish her. He would toss away Melancholia's salvation... She knew very well her immortality was in jeopardy, if she died here... She would be gone forever...

"Y-you stupid... Oaf... Y-your ritual... Your *DAMN* Ritual..." Savarii gurgles out through bubbles of ichor. Her jaw dangled to the side, tapeworms trying to wrap around the exposed bone and muscle to hold it up and prevent it from fully dislodging. "*Look at him Melancholia...*" Savarii spits out. "My sister... My sweet... My sweet... S-sister..." She gurgles, her bloodied throat ripped by the shrapnel "I did this... To save us... To save my one... My true sister... And he would throw away our future. He would waste... My love..." Savarii growls, her monstrous face was cracked as more and more of her divinity could be felt leaving her body. Every words caused more blood and ichor to bubble from her wounds and her exposed and ravaged throat, only held back from falling out by a collection of ants and spiderwebs tangling together to hold it inside of her torn neck. It appeared being so brutally interrupted halfway through channeling her power into the ritual had made it hard to stop it. One of her legs slips in a pool of the ichor and she ends up on her knee, more of her spider like legs quickly moving to catch herself as the goddess seems to enter a catatonic state, gasping for breath as all she can do is sacrifice more divinity to the ritual.
Lola
Amongst the chaos of the ritual, of Savarii's pained screams and the tearing of reality itself, another sound soon emerged. It was subtle at first, barely audible of the cacophony, but rapidly rose in pitch and volume to make things all the worse. The howling of feral beasts, of terrified screams, of sounds that mortals had never heard and never would. The primordial shriek of creation's dawn. Gaia's second-born had arrived.

A dozen great, gnashing teeth, six from the left and six from the right, tore through the fabric of existence, plunging into reality and locking together in pairs. Skin rapidly grew over the teeth, forming them into ribs, as Wyrd's body generated itself over a frame of its own making. The god of monsters loomed over the ritual's smaller members, his form scaled up to sizes far beyond his normal height, steam hissing from his nostrils as he snarled at the gathered gods.

"What is the meaning of this?" Wyrd thundered, stomping a hoof in furious disbelief at the blasphemous ritual. He had still not divined it's exact purpose, but he knew that it was something wicked, some thing to poison the nature of divinity or perhaps even Gaia herself. "You... You ungrateful, wretched, traitorous, *Worms*. To think that I would call you siblings. To think that mother showed you the grace to be brought into this world, only for you to strike at her while she sleeps."

The great deer was visibly shaking with anger, the seam splitting his body trembling chaotically. Every so often, a monstrous limb or maw poked from within, desperate to tear the traitor gods to pieces.

"This will not stand. The first god entrusted me with protecting my younger siblings, a title you have forsaken in your hate." Wyrd reached out with his divine power, plunging it into the ritual with all the care and grace of a beast lunging for the throat. He was adding his power, but not to enhance the ritual, but to disrupt it. To turn it against the gods who would harm Gaia, in whatever way he could. "And now, I will honour my oath. You will not harm them, you cowards. You will not harm my siblings. I won't let you."

Wyrd's power raged chaotically within the ritual, snapping at the threads of divinity that trailed from the gods, if they were even still deserving of such a title. He was outnumbered and outmatched, so much was obvious, but he didn't care. The ritual could have disastrous effects for him, he knew that, but he simply didn't care. Wyrd's own safety meant far less than the safety of his mother and younger siblings. And the deaths of those who would threaten them.
Brad
**"You..."** It hissed. **"You stand atop your high thrones, everyone here."** Its head turned a hundred and eighty degrees to get a good look at everyone at the branches, its form hunching as the second pair of eyes disappeared, leaving only one with a gaping mouth that spread words without moving, voices of children and adults called out with each word Sanskrit spoke, **"FROM THE BUG TO THE SERPENT TO THE DEER TO THE CROW TO THE JESTER."** It cried. **"You constantly think you're better, you constantly think you're the one deserving to stand upon higher ground above your sibling, you keep on thinking because you're morally higher, or born first, or suffered more you deserve the world. Your hypocrisy is** ***Repulsing.*** **Mother didn't bring us into this world on our accord, she didn't bring us into a perfect world, she didn't birth us in perfect vessels or minds. LOOK. AT. ME. Does it seem like she birthed ME with love, does it seem like this broken mind and mentality I was brought into deserves PRAISE!? Does it seem like I should thank my mother for giving birth to me like this!? You refuse to look from the eyes of others and constantly whine when they lash out, you refuse to give affirmation or try to understand the other party's reasoning and always resort to victim blaming, you, and all of our other siblings who think they dare stand above us, who think they can just walk over those they outcasted with their boots and turn down to laugh at us."** The being hissed near the end, letting out another screech as it felt the chaos growing too much, as it felt the anchors that let it stay somewhat sane begin to drift far from it, even its own mother abandoned it, it could only cry out a little more, and it would take advantage of that all too well.

**"Everyone here, you speak with venom-laced words and smile while doing it, you're sick, you're twisted and you deserve no forgiveness or hope. Not those that recognise their wrongdoings and not those that don't.. Us, harming your siblings? It should be the OTHER WAY ROUND!"** It finally let out towards Wyrd, promptly, descending into a mad cackle as arms manifested that grabbed at its head, the eyes and mouth fading, the voices melting into one as it attempted to grasp onto what little sanity it could...
Kara
It appeared that the time for the ritual gods was running out, though, as Wyrd was not alone for long. It was only moments after Sanskrit's cries that stalks of wheat would shoot out of the ground in an attempt to strangle Edon here and now. More and more grew, disrupting the ritual grounds, before a single piece shot high into the air and took a familiar form. Curving into a ring, locusts burrowed their was out of the dozens of eyes that covered the newcomer and created theri signature locust rope. The goddess looked different this time, though. The sickles that impaled her body were gone, and instead scythe blades jutted out from the edges of her tendrils like a war scythe whip combo or a stinger. All the gods present could feel that this was more than those she'd used during her first fight with Edon. Those blades were a Greater Divine Weapon, forged with the power of the gods who had opposed and slain the Serpent in the first fight.

**Triticea had arrived.**

Unlike Wyrd, however, she wasted no time on meaningless chatter. She did not care what the reasons of the others were for doing this, because her very understanding of morality was different. The suffering that Sanskrit had gone through, the pain of Meloncholia, they all meant nothing to her. Still, she took a moment to make note of every single deity here, save Wyrd who was clearly fighting the ritual casters. **Sinrael. Sanskrit. Meloncholia. Savarii.** She would need to hunt them down later, but for now they were lower priority. Once she had taken note of all the other gods, she sent out an ear-piercing screech that echoed all throughout the World Tree to call the other gods, specifically Nach, Soldr, and Suzuhime. They were the ones who had fought by her side against Edon orignally, after all.

Then, there was nothing left to do but fight. The Spring Breeze at her fingertips, she moved towards Edon, clearly caring nothing for if she died so long as she slew him as well. Her tendrils lashed towards him.
Roy
Not long after the ping went out to Suzuhime a metallic appeared overhead, and out of it materialized a floating disk... With various antenna attached to the back of it... Its metallic surface covered in an ornate floral pattern... Care seemingly having been given to its design even though a quick glance at it would tell any one who observed that it contained only a tiny fraction of the essence of the deity it belonged too... Barely even a 10th, the smallest fragment a deity could split into.

While it was exceedingly unlikely at the height of the tree they were at, in the offchance there _was_ any thing mortal in the area, they would feel the urge to _RUN_, a nagging voice in there head telling them that if they did not flee they were about to die... And that it would be there fault, "Run, Run, Run", "You must escape" Tuned specifically to beings of a mortal nature.

The disk proceeded to hover there, passively for a bit of time, as this was happening... Then... Having given its pause it bean its task...

Any deity in the area would begin to hear/sense a deep... Gentle "Bwooong" Followed by a pause and another "Bwooong", and this continued at regularly intrevals repeating from the disk... But this was only for deities... For lesser beings? Well... Any demigod in a large area around the location would feel an intense pain with each pulse as the essence coming from them was enough to cause a harmfull abit unintended overload of there senses.

...

Mortals? If they had ignored the warning? They wouldn't get a chance to feel much of any thing as the first pulse alone was enough to liquify there insides, shatter there hardparts, disrupt there very essence... And it kept going... Kept pulsing, continuously.

....

While it might take Edon's crew a little bit to figure out what is going on from this strange disk... The deities opposed to him, Triticea and Wyrd would feel an attempt at a telepathic connection linking them in... And letting them fully understand that these pulses? There the divine equivalent of a sonar, and while they are happening... The 3 of them have senses well beyond there normal limits.
Janae
Sinrael had channeled her divinity into the ritual, focused her energies of discord, strife, fear and terror, her very self into the ritual at hand. It manifested as the black smoke that billowed out from her dress and encompassed the participating gods. She let loose a cackle, a streak of black lightning piercing the cloud they existed in before she spoke. 

"I've said mine once I'll say it again. My term is simple... I will weaken, and strengthen by my domains. I will live and die by my domains. Without them, I am just a name. So by them, my mortality is claimed." Her mind became ecstatic as she inhaled deeply. 

Through her nostrils she inhaled the smell of fear that permeated this ritual space. It came from everyone here, nearly everyone. She began to ramble and insult, a vicious mockery of those around her. 

"Oh come now... Fearful gods, be not afraid of death. I know you are!!!" She cackled again, her razor teeth grinning wide. "Be it your own death, or the death of one beloved by you... Otherwise you wouldn't be here to stop us." She snapped her teeth in a bite to Wyrd and the others. 

"IS IT NOT OUR RIGHT AS GODS TO ALTER THIS REALITY?!?! To bend it to our wills, and yet you come and try and disgrace us! You cannot disgrace the proudly disgraceful. Instead you feed us... You entertain us." She inhaled deeply again, feeding on the fears of death, or failure or letting someone down. 

"If your Mother Gaia truly objected to our ritual... Our right to a ritual as all God's have... She would do something rather than send two frightened beautiful beasts." She focused her attention still on the ritual, her words flowing out like a feral beast hunting deer. 

"The God of Monsters doesn't seek to become a monstrosity? How... Ironic. The divinely weaponed deity doesn't wish to use those blades with true effectiveness? Pity."
Sidney
Amythyst materialized on the branch, where she saw many faces, both familiar and foreign. She thought about her promise to Triticea. There was no turning back, she had to do her part. Amythyst smoothed her hair out, and a transcription of her thoughts was scribbled to her right. The letters between her and Edon swirled in an angry hurricane around her, landing on the floor. 
**"You!"** She screamed at Edon, an in an instant, the letters ripped and tuned into sharp knives, expelling from around her and barely missing everyone. **"You grammar ignoramus, you slithery snake. Explain this." Sentences and strings of words coiled around Edon as Amythyst paused. 
**"Hi, Melancholia! How are you?"** Amythyst warmly smiled. **"High five?"** Melancholia almost blended in with the void but Amythyst could sense her. The coal black skin and hair of Melancholia were almost one with her starry eyes. There was a powerful emotion that affected the air around her that wiped the smile off Amythyst's face. She saw her own reflection in Melancholia's eyes again, one enraged and confused and sad. The same emotions brewed inside her and she turned around to face Edon again. 
**"Did you do this?"** She growled and moved closer towards Edon. **"You know what? I'm not going to ride you off into the grammar sunset. You can stay here and rot until your bones can't slither anymore."** Amythyst enounciated her s. This slimy animal! He couldn't grammar correctly, so now he was getting Amythyst'ed. Some could say Amythyst was bting too harsh. She didn't think so. Her pain was getting expelled. All her anger and rage that she folded up like paper and stuffed into her bag, that was all coming out. Letters swirled around her once more, black and white. Each had a shape, a letter, and as they swirled around her they made an animation. Letters reading, "You're a menie pie!"

Amythyst sighed and turned back to Melancholia. **"What could you possibly be doing here?"** Amythyst still had a small smile on. Now this was a goddess who respected grammar. The letters around them ripped up into tiny shreds and showered them like rain. ** "So! Grammar, am I right? What in the world are you doing on this weird branch, where Edon sent me to? Apparently he's dying and 'Melancholia always wins.' You're not doing anything shady are you? It's such a strange coincidence.."**
Elizabeth
And then, it was all
 w r o n g.
In the world of rights and wrongs, I was thrusted into making my choice from the start. There were two options, and one of them was incorrect. It was supposed to be my job to decide which one. However, I blankly watch as the life I know succumbs to wrongness without my consent. Did I truly have a decision to make in the first place? If it had been up to me, things would not be the way they were. Perhaps they would still be wrong.
 But not this wrong.
This type of wrong hurts. It consists of blood and agony, fights and immense destruction. As I stare at the serpent falling apart at the seams, I feel a bleeding sensation emerge from my heart. It continues to thump, but I know that it does not want to. The organ of viability wants to freeze.
To drown in the ice bath of heartbreak.
To let its ichor flow into the other parts of my body.
To submit to my lack of selection.
To allow the others to push me around.

My sister is being attacked by my love.
What
Do
I
Do?
I gaze at them with contempt, for now they are the children in this situation, and I am the mature being.

Right?

I want someone to tell me that I am right, so I am no longer left in the darkness of my wrongs.

*The Patchwork.*

Together, the goddess of sadness and the deity of insanity sew a quilt. Its pattern
Is dis- -tinctly
Ugly, emula-
Ting the body
Of the broken hive
God- dess. While Sans-
Krit's h- a- nds
Are purposefully pai- nful,
Mela- ncholia is gentle with her work.
She does not know
How to feel about
Her dying sister, but
She is sure that
Sav- arii will not
Die under her watch.
The goddess had too
Many questions. They were
Not to go unanswered. If
It meant that
Mela- ncholia
Would be
Granted the
Words she needed, she would assist Sanskrit in Savarii's resuscitation and healing.

"Sinrael.. Sinrael, my beautiful sister... Is going in the right direction. I would like to take inspiration from her terms and apply them to my own: I would like to both live and die by my domains."
Unlike the goddess of fear, however, she did not donate her power to the ritual. She could not do it. There was something keeping her will to live stabilized, yet she could not tell what it was or why it was in existence.

Fearful of what the gray being was going to do, Melancholia grabbed its body with tight, coal-black hands, and squeezed the flesh until it turned blue. She was masking its crazed emotions with the monotonousness of desolation. Whether this move was out of generosity or her own selfish safety, she could not tell. The deity was only able to keep her hands on Sanskrit for a few moments before her own rage caused her to explode at the three new divine presences.

"Your view of this world is so... Shallow."
Although her lips were not moving, she was speaking clearly in the minds of every god in the vicinity.
"Look around. *Look at us*. Look at who we are. Do you wonder why we are here, or do you come full of rage only to attack us? Had our woes been mended earlier, perhaps we would not be here, *Great protectors*. Yet here we are, stripping a divine world of its divinity. The pain... The grief... The anger.. The *Insanity*... Oh, how your emotions only power us. If I was one to fight, I would likely win. But I do not want to fight. I want to die, because our supposed mother cursed me and forced me to the edges of society from the start. Look at how pitiful I am. I am nothing but a weak, ugly, strange creature who will submit to torture without a fight. Am I genuinely a traitor if there were no rules to break in the first place? Of all the rights and all the wrongs, it feels as though we are not the *True* Villains."

Her long, slow monologue was uncharacteristic of the quiet goddess. It showed how truly warped her views had become; rather than discovering what she did not know, she made guesses and assumptions. Melancholia had not been cast out in the same way Edon had. Perhaps she even would have been *Welcomed* Amongst the other gods, had she took the time to realize her own innocence.

For a moment, she was grateful that the wrong choice had been made. Her lies could slip through her teeth, and she would not be tainting a righteous movement. The young, feeble goddess of grammar broke her out of her overwhelmed haze of thoughts.

Since the beginning, she had always bore some sort of attraction to Amythyst. The way the newborn deity was so powerless, even compared to Melancholia herself, was something that the goddess of sadness found intriguing. She submitted to her emotions.

 Same way Melancholia did.
Save
 me,
 my
 little
 goddess,
 for
 you
 are
 mine.

"The serpentine god was correct. Melancholia always wins. Come here." Disregarding Amythyst's casual questions, she leaned over and touched her sister. Her body dissolved, turning from black to a translucent indigo. Suddenly, she was a ghost. "Yes, yes. Truly, what an interesting coincidence."
Before anyone could process what was going to happen, she possessed her fellow deity. She splut Amythyst in half the same way she had been split herself. Their feelings coalesced, their masked pain and hidden flaws merging into one singular monster of purple and blue. They complimented each other. Amythyst's hair was pretty on Melancholia's skin. The two were one of the same, yet still remaining different from each other. Their thoughts flowed in two different directions, Melancholia's body drifting in and out of Amythyst's.
 "You.
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```all of my responses are now out.```
Nathan
```Edon, God of Fate and Change, Sanskrit, God of Identity, Madness and Depravity and Savarii, Goddess of Misfits, Gluttony and The Hivemind can no longer respawn```

```Edon will be making the next post. If anyone else makes a post here before him it will be deleted```
Jill
*Gods come and go... Flicker and falter, such is the way of life. Such is fate. Edon stands before the maw of eternity with a ravenous gaze; his jagged, rotting teeth snarl and curl with unconstrained vengeance as he stares at his completed masterpiece; the flames of the ritual begin to dance vividly. They were leaping and bounding from their spots. The crimson waves dance with an unnatural ebb, every spark and piece of ash intricately crafted as the mosaic of his perfection is scorched into the tree itself. The sound of wood crackling and burning as it comes to fruition. Edon senses the arrival, the panic. Though all he can do is revel in the chaos. He had ushered upon an age of change, done what no other god would dare to do.*

*He had shown retaliation to their creator. And she had struck back.*

*It was all he had ever wanted, to gaze into the curse that put him here and smirk, knowing he had tempted her enough to break the shell momentarily to intervene. They should've been happy; the other deities get to see Mother again... Isn't that what they always wanted, to see her hiss and scream at the failure of the rest? So much so that she had to intervene. Would the slumbering tree ever forgive the other gods for their futile attempt at preventing the inevitable? Or did she understand fate and how much power she had given to a deity beyond saving? It was an inconsistent substance to weave what should and shouldn't come to pass. Far too much responsibility for one creature; no wonder he had been driven mad so rapidly.*

`" So... It has come to be, fate prevails. Eternity bleeds from my body. My divinity eludes me once more. "` *He speaks quietly and composed. The most composed he had ever been, as if every emotion he had cared for in the past had been washed away, as far as the serpent was concerned. The entire ritual had worked; if he felt his eternity flee, so did everyone else. Right? The god continues to bleed from every conceivable point, a waterfall of crimson that drenches the branches and drips down to even the gardens. His divine ichor escapes from injuries that didn't exist. The second source of divinity is reaching its boiling point, the entire signature of another god. He knew he had to act fast if he wanted to seal the last fate other than himself.*

*Coiling round himself, the dying god thumps his tail before moving as nothing more than a blur; after images follow, a haze of change and fates all come crashing down. Each blur of himself had a slightly different fate; in some, he was still lunging. Others he was fleeing; that was the beauty of it all. To peer into oneself and see what could've happened if even the most minor setbacks had occurred. Though the destination always remained the same.*

*He was going for Savarii.*

*The serpent closes in and readies his maw to clamp down on the remains of the wounded god without a second thought; there are no emotions behind those burning glares anymore. Just the satisfaction of a final action before he could end this nightmare forever. Be free from the harsh shackles of godhood and escape into the plane beyond. If such a place truly existed. The blood loss from his form showed no signs of slowdown; It was not until the final few metres that It would all go wrong. A flash of crimson fog, a putrid smell as an unholy stain, quickly decorates the hive goddess Savarii. Edon had arrived, though not as himself. Instead, it cleaved into two clean halves that flop to the ground with a sinful amount of gore. The second divine signature emanates from the centre. Standing just in front of Savarii's mangled body. Two small amber eyes stare through the bloodied mist. It becomes clear now, the second divine signature. The one bound for so long was no other than the fruit Edon had consumed so long ago. Finally, she hatches and immediately takes her revenge for what he has done. Edon's signature was gone; this was no trick of the light. He had genuinely perished in one swift blow without immortality. That was it.*

*So goes mortality... Taken away so quickly by things out of our control. To stand and watch one we love, despise or possess any feelings towards vanish in the blink of an eye. It was surreal to think... To comprehend a god dying in an instant definitive proof, the ritual had worked in some capacity. Now, new life stood before the group. Her body was positively drenched in the snake's remains, her facial features and body entirely covered by the unholy defilement of Edon's corpse. It doesn't take long for her to move, slowly walking in a state of daze and confusion. Swaying limply as she walks towards the left half of the snake, reaching for one of his colossal teeth. With a simple movement, she rips the fang straight from the severed jaw, yet another geyser of ichor stains her body. Seeing so much violence in a place of peace seems almost comically overplayed. Still... Not a word from her; she had unfinished business.*

*A vengeful spirit, a god without godhood. She wasn't born with the knowledge of the others, cut from Gaia too soon. She never truly received those words of wisdom on what to do. Nor who she was, holding the fang in her grip with a playful grin, she shrinks it down and pockets it. Her eyes quickly roll forward, and with a sharp exhale, she returns to reality, no longer trapped in her bloodthirsty stupor.*

*The girl slumps to her knees, the splashing of the puddle of blood stains her further; her hands shake and spasm as viscera runs between the fingertips; she is finally visible as the explosive cloud of gore has settled into a simple splatter along the branches. A sanguine masterpiece devoted all to her. One she didn't want, the confusion of being born in the clutches of another creature, nearly dying the moment she awoke. Her reaction was panic and madness; now, there was a time for reasoning. Long black hair flows with red highlights that adorn the girl's far too pale and smooth skin; she, too, bore fangs for teeth. A mythological representation of vampirism. Her glowing eyes, the long black coat that manifested from the swirling carnage of Edon. Though still, she only looks to the floor. Shaking from fear. Confused and scared...*

*Her memories are fractured... Yet her bloodlust remains high; now was the time for first impressions on the self-proclaimed murderer of the fate god. Thana... Goddess of bloodlust and memories. The cursed child of Gaia, born into slaughter.*
Pamela
*...Squeak.. Squeak.. Squeak.. Squeak...*

*There's an unnerving stillness in the air, rattling cracks creep through space, a malevolent mist curls at the heels of others like a clowder of cats. It nips at the flesh, a chittering chill to creep through the spine, it is dark but soft. It squeaks like nesting mice assailed by cats, and it watches them through eyes that are naught but shivering shadows. One of which eagerly envelops scattered slices of flesh, darting between dismembered pieces of the other gods and picking them- like fruit for a basket. It is a strange silhouette, dark and featureless but an unmistakably malevolent manifestation. It creeps closer, and closer, and closer... It creeps through Yggdrasil's branches... It creeps between cracks in reasoning.*

*It creeps, a chaotic chittering in the ear.*

*It creeps, a crumbling crackle in one's step.*

*It creeps, a charming coffin to beckon for what's behind.*

*It creeps, a cursed child lies ahead of it.*

*It creeps, and that terrible thing falls upon her with a thud. It clings to her back, a head pressed to the back of her neck, a twitchy nose through the hair, and a long slithering terribly terrible tongue has a taste of what blood coats her.* "Mmm, salty... Bitter taste, stings the tongue... Warm in the gullet! What a sweet savory taste it is... We'll have seconds shortly think we, and a bite for our drink... Heeheheheee~!"

*It crawls up her spine, knees planted firmly upon her shoulders and her hands onto her head, claws dig through their hair, and at last that terrible thing's face shows itself to her. Bending down to face her from where she's perched, though her face is flipped around, she's smiling... But... There is madness in those eyes.*
_ _

"Aah~! You're new! You're new AND alive, oh what a feat of yours it is~! It is! Ohhh... Few have such an extravagant entrance as yours, we simply must know more! What's it like to be eaten? You taste terrific! We're sure it was terrible, a regrettable experience on your part we think... Unless it wasn't! But we'll assume it was, you seem the kind to be quite shaken... Not stirred! Bwahahahahaaaaa~!" *She slaps her knee, and traces her finger through the streaks of blood.* "Oh but the bright side is bright, bright in blood! It's a charming colour, why it suits you splendid and is sweet to boot! Come, come try it!" *She boops the tip of her nose with a bloody finger, before licking it off and jumping off the shoulders onto a slice of Edon's corpse... Her prize.* "Oh if I'd known what a bloody brew you'd make we would've killed you long ago... HAH!"

*She plucks the eyes of Edon, and digs through the flesh in a frenzy, hollowing out the insides to fill a bloody basket of such terrible things. Other Nachs occasionally manifest around this grizzly scene, popping up out of thin air to grab at anything they can get their grubby mitts on. A few of whom tease their fellow divinity, and poke or tickle them whenever they aren't looking.*
Janae
The goddess of discord had taken note of Edons death and new rebirth into something else it seemed. Edon had died. 

She however felt no different. No change in her being and no real threat around her. She cackled wildly, her body contorting as she grabbed her chest and bent over and backwards with laughter. 

"Failure, success, mortal, immortal... It's all the same to me. The discord and dreadful fear that simmered and settled here is just... Delicious. But my part is done! I've had my wicked fun!" And with that final statement, she waved her hand and a black doorless doorframe appeared. 

It seemed to lead to nowhere or just back into the void where they stood but in truth, it would act as a doorway to her demiplane. 

"Come one, come all! My Phobatorium is free to entertain visitors! Divine or otherwise now!" And she would fall backwards through the doorframe, leaving the scene of the ritual... Yet leaving the portal there for any who wished to join her and escape.
Betty
*Pain... Pain... It hurts... It HURTS!... GAIA IT HURTS!... I can't take it... I can't take it... Please... Please I can't die... Not here. I'm not supposed to die here... It hurts... They were supposed to save me... They're supposed to stop this... Please stop the pain... Please save me...*

Savarii's body lay motionless, perched up on two massive spider legs on one side and her only remaining leg on the other, having fallen to her knees. Her already exposed skull was cracked and singed, and more of her flesh had been flayed and severed off of her face. Her loosened mouth hung limply and her low whimpers caused more and more blood to bubble out of her exposed throat which hung loosely from her torn neck. The fleshy tubes only stopped from hitting the ground by a writhing mass of insects holding it back. The three remaining ethereal lights in Savarii's skull flicker on and off, blocking her vision. They turn to Sanskrit as they approach her catatonic body, shuddering and gurgling weakly, only causing more of the foul black ichor to bubble and spill out of the hole in her torso and throat. Sanskrit's needle would pierce Savarii's exposed wounds and organs painfully, causing a second shriek to emit from the mortally wounded corpse of a goddess. Her entire body snapped around and writhed, shaking several organs loose and causing a large intestine to drip out of her body only to be caught on spider's webbing and prevented from fully leaving her body. The shriek that came from the goddess was torn and eldritch, it was completely inhuman and was so loud it could be heard all across the branches and base of the tree, perhaps even some of the nearby realms. It would hurt and cause severe discomfort just to be within proximity of the dying goddess' shrieks.

The only thing that kept Savarii from writhing and kicking so much her entire body crumbled apart was Melancholia's gentle touch... The melancholy, the pain... The misery yet the care with which the goddess was looking after her... It returned her back to her gasping, catatonic state. The stitching would not fully fix the goddess, her organs were still exposed, her body broken and ravaged by Edon's attack, her jaw hung limply, many of her limbs lay scattered about the tree and much of her flesh was ripped straight from her body. Her exposed skeleton flickered with light from the otherworldly runes that adorned them. The aid reattached some of the limbs that had been hanging on by threats, sealed a few holes in her head and torso and could patch the unstable cracks that had spread across Savarii. The gaping hole where her leg had been was patched, a pool of black remaining underneath her where she had been drained of the wretched tar-like substance that filled her body. "S-sis... Ter..." Savarii gurgles out, her eyes turning pitifully towards Melancholia. Every word caused more blood to pool out of her throat and her exposed vocal chords to shudder. If she had any tear ducts or the ability to grow any, it looked like she was going to weep. "S-sta... Y... W-with... Me..." She tries to extend a clawed hand towards the other goddess, trying to grasp *Something* Anything, looking for purchase and comfort and protection from Sanskrit's torturous stitching. Her essence drained... Leaving her body to be sacrificed for the ritual, however the repair to her body helped stem much of the flow and helped the goddess retain at least some of her power.

When the other gods approached, Savarii's eyes flickered and turned to them... Pure terror covered every remaining inch of her face. Wyrd... *He was not supposed to be here. He was not one of the gods she had called... He only saw her here as an ally of Edon... What was he going to do to her?*

While her "Allies" Screamed back at the god of monsters, Savarii remained catatonic, doing her best to disconnect herself from the ritual, having already lost too much of her fractured soul. She tried to pull back, she tried to save herself, tried to escape... She wanted to go home. She wanted to go to the Hivelands, she wanted to hide and leave everything and everybody here behind, but the ritual kept her anchored, siphoning her strength and her life from her. She sensed it grow more violent, she sensed it push back against her and she started to twitch, struggling against both the ritual and the counter-ritual that Wyrd was performing. Triticea approached... Then Suzuhime... All Savarii could do was twitch and hold her form on with cobwebs and insects. Knowing that if the ritual succeeded, she would be left mortally wounded and unable to die and regenerate from her wounds. She turned to the other newcomers with frantic hope, her eyes pleading with them, knowing they had been called here by her... Fed her lies that she was on their side. They could still save her, they could still show her mercy, they could still fight and even die for her... 

"*Save... Me...*" Savarii was looking at Triticea and Suzuhime, her expression and eyes pleading. She could only hope Soldr, Rav'nixander and TSU would also appear and try to rescue her. 

However, this hope was soon crushed. It seemed like everybody else was focused on eachother now... The goddess of outcasts... The goddess of the downtrodden and the forgotten was left behind. Nobody else came to her aid, everybody had turned against eachother, leaving the goddess to suffer as the timer ticked ever down to her ruin. The wounded goddess was left to fend for herself, trying to do something... Anything... The ritual grew stronger, consuming more of her power, she writhed... Trying to avoid the horrible fate that Edon had gifted her as reward for her treachery. And then... She felt it...

For only a split second, she felt a glimmer of hope within the ritual. Wyrd's interference, she sensed salvation... A barrier from the ritual, a shield that would save her life. She could feel a light swirling around in the endless darkness, fighting against the ritual and working to save her... *SHE WOULD BE SAVED! SHE WOULD BE FREE FROM HER SUFFERING! HER SALVATION WAS HERE! IT WAS HERS! IT WAS HERS! IT WAS...* 

*Sinrael's...?*

Savarii feels the hope disappear, she feels it slip *Right* Through her fingers and into her sister of despair and suffering. The protective shield was gone... It went to SInrael. *WHY?!* Savarii's eyes flickered and panic and fury filled her body. *MOTHER! YOU WOULD SPARE HER?! YOUR CHILD IS SUFFERING AND YOU CHOOSE TO SAVE THAT FICKLE, STUPID BITCH?! SHE CAN'T DO ANYTHING, SHE'S A FUCKING CHILD! A PSYCHOPATHIC BRAT OF A STUPID CHILD! THAT FUCKING GOD! THAT FUCKING MONSTER GOD! I HOPE YOU BURN, WHY HER?! I HOPE THE REST OF YOUR IMMORTALITY IS SPENT SUFFERING! WHY WOULD YOU SAVE HER? I HELPED YOU! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO SAVE ME! ME!* The goddess' eyes land on Wyrd, staring at him with pure fury. He likely didn't even know what he did, he likely didn't even intend to save anybody, but he DID! Savarii didn't care! He should have saved her! Instead, once again, she remained forgotten and left to suffer! Her eyes stared at him from afar with pure fury. And so... Savarii was left there, unable to move, her divinity, mind and body fractured... Vulnerable, mortally wounded and, for the first time, capable of death. The red lights in her exposed skull flickered... She was tired... So tired... But angry, vengeful, hateful. She had done everything perfectly, she was the one who was supposed to walk away!

Then her eyes land on the approaching snake. Edon... Ready to strike. Panic and terror seize the goddess again. "*No... N-no...*" She gurgles out, trying to move away. Her eyes do not move from the snake and she trembles, she tries to use her remaining limbs to drag herself away. "*P-please...*" She begs, shaking her head. Her added bug limbs start to move, dragging her limp corpse away from the snake, trailing blood, flesh and pieces of herself behind her as she rubbed against the rough bark of the tree. Panic sets in... She couldn't die here... Please. Please somebody... Don't let this happen. Not now. Her precious children... Would she never see them again? Would they really die without her? The hive-goddess would slip in a pool of her own blood, falling on her side and causing a jet of blood and an inhuman looking organ tumbling out of the gaping hole in her body. Had she still the ability to cry, she likely would... Then Edon *Burst*, and all Savarii could do was lie there, eyes on the god that had burst from the snake... Saving her. She went limp, laying on the ground in a pool of blood, never taking her eyes off of the new god.
Kara
She was not surprised by the outcome of the ritual. She had faith in Mother Gaia, after all, so she had already been expecting for an act of defiance like this to be swiftly punished. While she had been expecting Gaia's vengeance, though, she had not been expecting the revenge of the swallowed fruit. Her eyes widened in brief surprise as the Betrayer God was at long last ended by the very crime that had earned him his title. Still... She couldn't say that her shock was an unpleasant feeling. Well, that was convenient. It saved her the hassle of fighting Edon, which meant that she could move on to the next target. Choosing who to pursue was surprisingly simple. While there were three who had abetted in the ritual, there was one who had committed the additional crime of overstepping her domain.

**Dozens of eyes settled with firm disapproval and determination upon Meloncholia.**

The Wheatmother's scythes seemed to gleam with the reflections of the divine stars as she approached her new enemy. As she did so, though, a few of her eyes drifted to the fallen Savarii. On one hand, consorting with the enemy was an unacceptable crime, and she would normally have said that the Hive Goddess deserved to die just as much as the other ritualgoers. However... She had done a good thing, aiding Gaia by informing them all of what was going on here. She was grateful at least that the newly mortal deity had saved her from committing that same neglect through ignorance that she so despised. That much should be enough to lessen a sentence, right?

Her mind made up, one of her tendrils lashed out at Savarii. It slammed into the Hive Goddess' side with a blunt lash, knocking her off the World Tree's upper branches from the impact. As she began to fall, though, a gateway to the Valley of Abundance opened briefly and caught her, sending her to safety as repayment for informing the servants of Gaia of the goings on here. With that done...

No sob story was going to save Melancholia from her.
Brad
Before it could even turn to stare at Savarii, whose essence had already been vanishing, she was being plummeted off of the branches and down into another portal... No matter, her existence didn't prove major enough to act as an anchor. 

It desperately intertwined its hands with its siblings, whether out of fear or something else. Either ways, it fed Sinrael. *"Sister... Do not leave me here, do not leave me in the dark."* Sanskrit's breaths turned sharp again, cutting the very vacuum around them with each inhale and exhale, yet again, a slice following every breath.
Janae
Quickly the goddess was yanked back from her door frame just enough to watch it crumble as it mixed with Sanskrits own portal. 

In a short amount of time she would become locked hand in hand, looking Sanskrit dead in the face, a warmer smile upon her lips. 

Her hands clasped in Sanskrit's, she moved them together and began to hold both of her little siblings hands in one hand, while Sinraels free left hand rose to the jaw and head of Sanskrit. She caressed their face and cusped her siblings head in her palm, her fingertips resting at the intersection of jaw and neck. 

"Sweet little sister..." Sinrael gave a soft chuckle before she began to pull an energy from Sanskrit, devouring and absorbing all the little goddesses fear and terror, feeding off of it and removing it from her sibling to give her a sense of peace and comfort. 

"Be not afraid." All while she drained Sanskrit of her fear, her mind spoke like whispers to the newly born Thana, like a voice in the back of her head suggestion the foulest of things. 

"Listen little one... To their anger and rage. Remember how much of that rage you have felt... That hunger for their blood loss, that cravings for their suffering. Act upon it as I am." 

And with that sentence finished, the fingernails on Sinraels left hand extended quickly and sharply, shifting into some blackened ebony like material which rested at three feet long only to pierce through Sanskrits skull and jaw, at an angle to pierce through the head if possible. 

Whether this hit or not, maimed or killed, missed or knicked, Sinrael did not care. Her smile was ecstatic now, consumed by her own hunger for discord and strife, just for now. 

"Sibling, who are you to say what I deserve. We all deserve the same, regardless of good or bad. Right or wrong. Equals... Though, I suppose not so equal anymore..." She say in reference to Sanskrits new mortality, yanking her left hand away from their jaw, hoping to slice through the head and neck like a blade through grass. With her right hand, the one that held both of Sanskrits hands, she would push, hopefully sending the other deity away from her.
Sidney
The world spun under her feet. Were they her feet? Was the air She breathed her own? In horror, the world swirled with colors, a dying hurricane coloring everything around. Some blood stained her dress, but that was the least of her worries. Her body was no longer her own, shared with another. The goddess she had first met, now was floating in and out of her, leaving her a taste of the agony, anguish, and the unbearable load Melancholia carried. Amythyst almost couldn't stand, her legs buckled under the heavy weight of her heart. She was Melancholia's canvas, unable to control the way her finger tips turned melancholia indigo. Her own eyes glazed over, she could only see black, white outlines showed the bodies of the dying and of the gods she thought she knew. Triticea was here. Around her, the blackness she saw was illuminated with yellow. Slowly, other gods became colored and the world regained its colorful view. 

The view of Edon, slowly withering away. Had she done this? First the tip of her nose turned white, then spread and spread, only to be consumed by melancholia again. Fear rippled through her, chased by indigo and red. Crimson cuts crisscrossed her. She was stuck in this strange limbo, half in control, half merciless. She didn't understand what was going on. Why was everyone dying, a husk of what once was? There were days so much better, so much brighter. Speckles of every color splattered on her skin, slowly mixing into a monotone grey all over. 

Lines. There were lines even as she closed her eyes. Lines defined the edges of what she saw as she closed her eyes. Some lines were thin, some were thick, and others weren't straight. Lines in all colors and textures, showing her pictures in her head, but she couldn't find the like between her and melancholia.

Words of the dying hung in the air, tainting it with the taste of blood. What it right to think about grammar in this moment? Throughout the branches, the pain of the gods came into her, twisting her and grinding her, beating her and crushing her. Grammar was erased by the sadness of everything, even her own life. Her ears played tricks on her now, blocking out words and letting in some. Clashes and clicks and notes and chords and screams made her cover her ears but it was no help. The world shook with the sounds of hundred things, every snap of a branch, every labored breath was only a few inches from her. From her deepest core, a scream began to erupt. It was like a harmony of all the notes of a piano, at a volume of a billion, but no one could hear it. Her own breathing was lost in the ruckus she saw and heard, but then everything stopped.

She stopped fighting, and the tormenting whirlwind stopped. In her head, clear words were spoken in Melancholia's voice. 

 You

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And her own voice.



# be

 Yours.

A new Amythyst had emerged from the chaos, and she was not alone. The voice sounded to real, too close to be only a memory. More words got read in Melancholia's voice. 

 I 

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She placed those fragments as phrases from the letters she sent to Edon. So, why was Melancholia's voice narrating?

Her skinny got goosebumps and she looked at it. Someone *Replaced* Her. Her skin was the lightest blue, like a cloud. But her skin wasn't soft like a cloud, it was filled with marks and bumps that left a scar even after they faded. Her forearms had wings growing out of them, and her skirt was longer and a different color. A tiny bloodstain was on the left side of the skirt that flowed to her knees. It faded from deep purple to a pale blue, leading up some sort of flush belt-corset thing that went up to the start of her ribcage. She felt for her glasses and took them off, trying to see what they looked like. They were still round. In their reflection, she saw her ears became more pyramid like. Her eyes glittered amethyst-baby blue, with flecks of indigo. Her cheeks were bright red, and so was the tip of her nose. Her hair was darker than she remembered. What... Just happened?

The powerful steps of Triticea shook the branch they stood on. She did not look happy. The stars reflected in the eyes of Triticea, like the bloodstains on her skirt. 

**"We did it, Triticea, Edon is dead! Aren't you happy now? Am I forgiven?"** She eagerly asked, bouncing up and down. She didn't like that look that Triticea gave her. ** "Is everything okay?"** She asked, her cheerfulness faltering. She remembered the promises she made. She had said she knew what she needed to do. Now she witnessed the death of the devourer. Was she cleaned es of her wrong doing?
Kara
"You are." They were the first words that the goddess had spoken since she had arrived, "Edon... Is slain. The Devourer is gone at last." A moment of pause.

**"But he was not alone."**

An odd feeling of suffocation would fall over Melancholia, but oddly enough, not Amythyst. The power of Triticea swirled around them, preventing Melancholia from teleporting away. After what the sad goddess had done, there was no running away that Triticea would accept. This would only end in the death of the traitor goddess... Or herself. However, this teleportation nullification did not extend to the part of the duo that was comprised of Amythyst. 

"A ritual was held to strike against our Mother." It was clear to everyone listening that that was what had really angered her. She could care less about their immortality being stripped away. No, what infuriated her so was the fact that these once-siblings had had the audacity to try and attack their Creator. "All those that participated in it must face the consequences. Melancholia is simply the first." Her tendrils were poised to strike, waiting to see if her enemy would make the first move.

As she awaited the start of the battle, though, she called again for Soldr. Nach and Suzuhime were here, but the god of destruction had yet to arrive. Normally, she would not have given a criminal and a traitor like the one before her the luxury of an explanation, but she made an exception to avoid a misunderstanding with Amythyst. She wanted the grammar goddess, who had shown remorse and a chance at redemption, to know exactly why Triticea was about to do this. Sinrael and Sanskrit would die too.

But Melancholia would simply be the first to perish. Sinrael and Sanskrit had screamed at them, given sob stories that they might have hoped would sway their executioners. Unfortunately for them, Triticea did not care about their pain. They'd been blessed with divinity and the freedom to do as they pleased. Was it her fault if they'd squandered it?
Elizabeth
"I am sorry, sister," She stroked Savarii's broken skin, cupping drops of fallen blood and putting them back into her body. As her tears of both grief and confusion slipped down her face and fell upon the Mother Tree, they softened the pain of her dying sibling. "Please.. I will die if you die. I.. I want to stay..."
The goddess of sadness cried harder than she ever had.
"...But I must protect you, for... For... For some.." She tripped over her words, unable to come to terms with what had happened. "I.." Each one came out slower than the last. "Leave immortal."

The scratches on her arms bled, even though they were shallow. Looking deep into the non-existent face of the creature, she parted her hands from its skin and wiped away her tears. There was a moment of clarity. Although she did not know this being, Melancholia realized that she bore the ability to potentially mend its insanity. Perhaps she would be able to use this fact to her advantage in the future, but it was useless to her in this moment. She looked at the ground.
"Should you crave the tranquility of desolation once more, please, my sibling, join me in the Land of Eternal Rain. You shall be safe from.. Your.. Fate."

The deity of sadness could not even look at her dying love. The outpour of vile ichor infected her nose, and the sounds of limp flesh squirming in one last attempt to save itself made her want to remove her ears. Turning to face the newcomers, she closed her empty eye sockets and attempted to find peace within herself. Everything stopped for a moment. She was no longer the villain of everyone's story. Her life was *Normal*, untouched by the wicked serpent who had brought this horrendous destiny upon her.
Then, she opened her eyes, greeted with the shocking realization that her only chance to die had been taken from her. She did not understand her own emotions. Had she not wanted this for so long? Had she not gathered allies for such a ritual for her *Own* Selfish needs?
While everyone approached the new goddess with gentle curiosity, Melancholia glared at her with an uncountable amount of feelings. She was mad that this.. *Stranger* Had killed Edon, yet she was joyful that he was gone. It was hard to look at the deity as her own person when she had emerged from another mere moments ago.

The approaching, furious-looking goddess did not phase Melancholia. A sense of numbness passed over her, but she could not tell whether it was from Amythyst's emotions or her own. When the two women spoke, their voices were split. They were the same being, merged into one, pale-skinned, glassy-eyed hybrid of an abomination. The notions of Amythyst's seeped into Melancholia's mind. For a moment, she wanted to be right.

 Then she remembered everything was wrong.

The asphyxiation that fell upon the feelingless goddess had very little affect on her. Whether Amythyst was affected or not, her presence would still dilute the attacks on the goddess of sadness.
 Get me out of here.*
"You must not attack me!" She exclaimed, attempting to imitate the high-pitched voice of her twin flame. "I am on your side! Would you truly kill a friend in return for a foe's death?" Her spirit wispily fluttered in and out of the body, yet Amythyst's mouth still remained as the only one speaking.
"I am innocent! I am redeemed! I have witnessed the death of The Devourer, as you call him."

The two goddess's moved in perfect sync, as though they had been like this their whole lives. Approaching Triticea, Melancholia raised their hands and surrendered. Her innocence was not an act. A peculiar wave of air infiltrated the atmosphere, and the absolute childeshness of her was the only thing that could be visible between the goddesses. The way her hands shook was genuine, the quivering and confusion in her voice awfully real.
Betty
Savarii was gasping for breath, the dim lights in her eye sockets were flickering with every raspy, bloodied breath she took. She looked delirious, completely fractured and destroyed... She remained in her slumped over position, her broken body bleeding more and more... The only blessing was that the ritual was over and Savarii was no longer in the process of having her divinity uncontrollably ripped from her damaged body. Tears streamed down her face... Or was that just blood? The catatonic goddess remained on the ground, her monstrous organs spilling out and each breath raspy, making her exposed throat quiver sickeningly so. 

She barely reacted to the slap from Triticea. When she saw it approach, her eyes widened, she believed it to be an attack designed to finish her off. The goddess let's out a wail and bloodied grunt as her now partially hollowed and cracked torso crumples from the tendril, a gush of blood exploding from her mouth and throat as part of her chest and stomach caves in, her chitin cracking. Her beaten body is thrown off of the branch and begins to plummet, flesh, meat and innards trail behind her as she falls like a grotesque parachute. 

**"AAAAAYYIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"**

The goddess writhes and screams a horrid, eldritch shriek. , unable to even rotate her neck to see the portal.

All the newly mortal goddess feels is how she's plummeting... Locked in free fall... Soon to collide with the ground so far below. She looked frantic as all she could do was shrieked and writhe, twisting more of her insides out through the holes of her crumpled, patchwork body. Her massive wings extend, trying to catch the air and fly. With horror she realizes one of her main wings was severed deity several of the others being torn in half or had holes ripped in them from Edon's shrapnel. The goddess' eyes focus on her torn wings, not even capable of screaming anymore, she just looks upon her damaged wings in horrified silence before... 

She falls through the portal, being transported to Triticea's realm.
Jill
*So much... Violence... Confusion: where did it all begin? Where did she begin? When... Did she begin? The seeds of chaos ran amok in the branches; the poor girl was terrified. Her hair was soaked with blood; her nails dripped with the viscera of what remained of the god before her. All the while, she could only think about smiling... She didn't understand why; this wasn't her home. The place she had come from... Home? That was an interesting thought... Her mind focuses momentarily as her eyes snap shut; she tries to recall what she can. Fragmented memories of the past. Her life before this world, the songs she sang to dying patients... The gentle care she tried... The rampaging murders... Murder? No? That wasn't her. Those weren't... Her memories, they were... Another.*

*A smile flickers onto her face as she temporarily revels in the carnage; she nearly laughs at the situation through closed eyes and gritted teeth. Out of a carnal desire to see more blood, the nervous breakdown ensuing from witnessing so many strange events unfold in a moment of weakness. She knew this wasn't home... She knew she was still... Thana. Thana... That's her name, right? No... Her name is Edon- NO... Her name is Thana. Thana. Thana. She repeats it repeatedly in her head, her hands drifting up her black leather cloak and onto her drenched quaint hair, running her hands through it softly and ringing out the still runny blood from what strands she could.*

`" Thana. "` *The first word she speaks is her name; it's spoken softly with a tone that could only be described as charismatic; her words are already full of rhythmic temptation and a grim embrace of false promises. The kind of person you'd throw your life away for... Even though she spoke kindly and without a tint of hostility. Something was unmistakably wrong. The pool of blood around her is beginning to coagulate and harden, heating up with the intensity of a fire. Her memories flicker, and there she is once more. On a stake, hovering over an open fire. Her lips were dry, and her skin cracked from the roaring heat. She knows it's just a memory, yet it hurts just as much... The pain of her past was still so real, her false execution. Crimes she had committed in body but not mind.*

*Then... Her terror is met with further confusion... The crawling on her skin, still the girl does not move. Too scared, too fragile to break out of her shell. She lets whatever foul machination dwells in this world clamber on her like a climbing frame. The words of madness speak straight to her heart; she comprehends Nach... Clearly. The jokes and intentions aside, she perfectly understands what she is being asked... As her eyes open again, she rises from her knees and stands tall. She wiped the blood from her face and watched as it dripped and ran down her fingers with a slow and methodical movement. The girl licks the blood from her finger, savouring the taste. Staring in disbelief at what she was doing... *

*Blood upon a crimson throne...*
*Longing for a lust far gone...*
*Obsessing over the voices tone...*
*Objecting to the hate of an empire so wrong...*
*Dying for a fate away from home...*

*Blood... She was drinking blood, an empire. This... This place was the empire, the hate she felt from the area around her. It must be rejected; the pain and suffering was not theirs to make. To revel in, the girl spits the blood back onto the floor. Allowing it to join the ever-hardening pool, the purpose of it yet to be found. Her memory is awoken, and her first domain flashes across her mind. Bloodlust... That was why she could not drink the blood; she must let it be spilt. Allow the rivers of gore to flow in a tide to overcome everything. Naturally, she would not cause any more. Not that she was aware of...*

`" It tastes... Wrong. "` *She answers to the maniacal god of change, bouncing around and tickling the other gods. With her first proper steps, she waltzed towards the unfolding carnage. The gel-like pool of blood acted as stilts to carry her effortlessly. She knew not how she performed such a feat nor why her body was moving her in this direction. It was as if the thoughts of her own were mixed with another, a fateful encounter... The cursed child stands her ground at a distance, observing the outbreak that was soon to happen. The goddess is being pushed into a portal, the others pleading to escape. Why didn't she run? Why wasn't Thana running?*

`" A waste of a good fate. "` *The words escape her as she quickly gasps and covers her mouth. Those words were not hers; she looked mortified. Speaking not of her own accord, her fingernails dig deep into her legs as she runs her hand down her thigh and squeezes, puncturing her skin with the crimson claws and allowing her blood to run neatly into the branch. Her whole figure trembles, realising that her wounds are different from her past life. They didn't hurt... It didn't sting... The blood felt cool, like a cure... An atonement for everything wrong she had just done.*

`" God... Get it together, you're crazy. You died!? Remember!? But nooo, Thana, you just had to be a debilitive little SHIT and imagine I'm still going. I never believed in the afterlife; why now!? What's wrong with you? What's wrong with me? What's wrong with her, and her and her and... Why are they all women? Is this what you wanted in death? Why do I keep saying you? I'm ME. Wait... Fuck, I'm looking like an idiot in front of all of those moderately repulsive creature. I mean, beautiful creatures! Gods... I love your er, Sickles... "` *She points to Triticea; Thana's eyes glowed with a face of pure shock, it was like a comedy sketch. Speaking to herself, uncovering her own identity in a fit of madness. However, this must have been her personality, on the more lighthearted. Even in a place like this, jokes shouldn't be made at the expense of others.*

*Her back seems to crack and rupture in another excess display of gore as two long black feathered wings rip through her spine and flutter with an innocence unexpected from the creature. This was her symbolism: an angel sent here to deliver... Something. First, the death of Edon, now? Now, it was time to act of her own accord. To understand what was going on. Her attention turns to Nach*

`" Hey er... Trampoline, can you get me out of here? I'd looovee to stay and watch them tear out each other's hearts, but you see. I'm confused as hell right about now, you seem like a good role model. So er. Yeah, can we? If not, I'll sit here with a picnic basket or something. You have those... Yeah? "` *She rolls her eyes, now tapping her foot. At least it hadn't taken long for her more rampant and playful side to come out, even if it were to the horror of those around her. The killer of a god and dancer of blood was a clumsy ditz... Who would've thought?*
Pamela
*Clambering claws tear through the serpent's flesh, a show of sinister surgery of such peculiarly perturbing precision. Beside that terrible thing laid a burgeoning basket laden by ghastly gore, gifts giddily picked from its foul fruit. Her claws like frenzied gnashing teeth, see them slice like saws and dice in a dirge with neither solace nor sense. Each digit a wicked sword onto its own, and they pick apart a once dreadful deity like it's nothing...*

*...For foul fruit is... Wriggling... Writhing, an orchard of organs.*

"Hm~! Hmm~! Hmmm.. Hmm.. Hmm~! Doo dee doo dee dee doo... Ooohohohoo~?" *Our Nach, taken by a frenzied fancy, nonetheless keeps to a chittering chirp. She shifts between humming and whistling and mumbling such terrific tunes, all the while she strings the intestines of a once sly serpent.* "Ohhh~! Over here, over there, over where, every motion everywhere... Could I once recall what ravishing regalia I seeee~?"

*Our Nach's tongue flicks through the air, whereas Thana's taken by the tides of chaos our Nach most assuredly revels in them. Even now numerous Nachs clamber amidst the chaos, swimming through the seams of space much to the chagrin of those Others. One masqueraded as Sinrael, stumbling in their step with a hideous laughter that parroted theirs. Two whispered through Sanskirt's ears and told of what's seen in glass, before pocketing an eye in their heart to see all as they feel. Three gallivanted around, hand in hand in hand, and they spun on their heels to distort the fabric of space and make madness where reason's removed. Those Others saw as the world spun in shapes and colours, a kaleidoscope to the tune of those Nachs. Another Nach appeared before Savarii in their deadly descent, with a wave of her hand and a flash of her camera she took a picture in her fall from afar. Whisking away those wings torn from a whole.*
_ _

*She leveraged a malevolent mist through the air, the stares through shadow she sent laid the place plain to her. But she who shone through all the pretty colours needn't be seen by these means, she and our Nach shared centerstage after all. Between all those words, words, words of hers something in their comical choir struck a chord in our Nach and prompted that terrible thing to rear its head around to the cursed child.*

"Ohohohooo~?" *Alas was she doubly so, and at her hand.* "HAH! Thou spout the living dead!? You ask why and why and why, and how and how and how... Yet somehow someway you understood WE? This thing that tickles the terribly terrific?" *When Thana turned their attention onto our Nach, she was promptly tickled at the scruff of her neck. By the time she pulled away our Nach was before her, basket in hand, and a smile clear across her face- leaning into her.* "Oh we've many~! We've a collection even, alas... Mortals are so terribly terrible at weaving them, for now! For now..." 

*She giggled, snickered and snorted, swaying side to side and giddily bouncing in her step. But before Thana could reassess their decision, our Nach's attention was fixed squarely upon them.*

"But you're correct~! We so definitely can whisk thee away, and tell all that is to tell! Oh yes, yes-yes~! This and more can be done by us, WE! NACH~! For you, you... Sugary Sweet of a Bloody Brew..." *Our Nach, comparatively speaking, was far smaller than Thana and wore the garb of what looked like a maid's. Somehow though through those eyes of madness, she sensed that our Nach dwarfed them.* "...Are... Ehh... Nyyaiiifty~! Ohohohohoo~! Oh and no, their squabbles are of little interest and ever so melodramatic."

*She offers a hand to Thana, it's a small, delicate thing... But lofty all the same. Should she take it, Our Nach and Thana would soon vanish from this strange scene.*
_ _

"Oh! Oh! Oh! But first... Hold this." *She hands Thana a basket of grizly gore.* "One small thing." *Another Nach appears behind Sinrael, its presence purposely obfuscated, and with a sudden surge of essence through a little leg of theirs... It kicks the god of discord up the ass, and shouts a mind shattering scream in her ear.* 

"**THAT THING IS OUR PENPAL. WRIGGLY WORGLY.**"

*It immediately disappeared, and the Nach before Thana seemed none too perturbed. Cocking her head with a snickering sly smile, and a wink.* "Heheheheheee..." *Exit stage left.*
Stephanie
So many... But why such anger again... It's rampaging... Ravaging? Why... Anger? There is not... Imposement? Why anger... From my siblings... Why such at another... Should I... Come further... It's scary... Should I run? Should I... Help those- who angered them? Will I be their anger? Anger... Scary... Anger... Dangerous 

TSU went close... Close to the others... Too close? Close to Sanskirt... They seemed... In need or help... But someone was attacking? Who... It is... Unknown? No... Sensed before... Could It be a visitor? Yes... But can't greet properly... Too angry... And too much anger around... She tried... Lending a thread to Sanskirt, maybe they could cling? Too much anger to make sure... Too... Scared to speak... Terrified... This is... Danger then...

TSU... Needs to leave... To much hate... Too much anger around... Danger... Terror... It's too much around... Leave... Must leave...
Janae
Before the nails of the goddess of strife and fear extend to attack Sanskrit, she feels a surge of energy hit her rear and she hisses and turns to see the other nach vanish before she can do anything about it. 

Shaking it off and turning her mind and gaze back to Sanskrit, she goves them a nod. 

"My demiplane is always open to you... But you are not alone in the dark. Look around and see... Everyone is there with you, scared and frightened." She leaned in close to sanskrit and whispered, her tune and tone more serious than most have ever heard her. 

"Stay that way." With that she smiled wider and let go of Sanskrit, her body turning into her signature black smoke and dissipating away to travel back to her demiplane.
Brad
Sanskrit cared not for the fight between its two sisters, it cared not for the new birth, it cared not of its sibling it was clasping onto it. It needed a tether, it needed a link, and it had found it, as it desperately grabbed at Sinrael. It didn't even recognize the attack winding up as Sinrael's aura got more dominant, it didn't care, and by the time it had realized that was happening, it simply stared at the being with wide eyes.

**Move.** The thought echoed throughout it's head for a moment of clarity, though, it had no time to act upon it as it got lost in the sea of madness that was the deity's mind, rapidly, that move was replaced by another million tiny words and thoughts gnawing away at the God's sanity.

*Move. Die. Live. Try. Watch. Act. Cry.* And much, much more echoed throughout its head as it tried grasping at one discernable idea to hold onto, and yet it couldn't, even the fellow Goddess Sanskrit was grasping on began to fade into obscurity, as it let out a deafening scream. The nails didn't connect, but the deity had lost its tether, it had been pushed away by its own kin. It stumbled upon the branches, feeling itself slip off and fall, it didn't bother defying gravity, this one time, it would allow itself to be dragged down. 

And soon, the God came to a freefall through Gaia's branches. Tumbling from one to another until it was clear of branches, and on its way to the base and the crumbling bits of land that had gathered there, it didn't even brace itself, spread itself out, fix its posture, anything. It remained a tiny ball until it hit the ground with a satisfying;

***Splat.***

By this time, one could assume the God dying as its divinity faded, in reality, it was simply retreating far below the branches before anything could sense it. The being spread across into a goop of black that attempted to reform itself, small bits of puss and tar spread across the base as the being formed into one mindless blob with arms protruding from the top, forcefully dragging its body down below the base and the roots, before fully fading from the scene.
Tracy
Soldr arrived in the middle of the great war. As he flapped his wings, he flew above the branches, levelling himself with Suzu as he surveyed the scene below. 

"Hell of a fight. Did you see everything that happened?" Soldr asked the synthetic goddess. Edon was dead, he could see that much, and a goddess he didn't recognize was amid his corpse. Soldr was very open-minded about the habits of his fellow deities, but even he felt himself recoil slightly as he noticed that Nach was feeding on his flesh.

He had, however, arrived in time to hear Triticea's speech. He lowered himself in the air, alighting on the canopy near the harvest goddess.

"Huh. Someone managed to do it." He said, regarding Edon's remains. He turned to Triticea.

"Did their ritual even work?" Soldr asked her. "I don't feel any different." He was pointedly looking away from Nach. Even he was a little grossed out by her picking at his guts.

"Are you sure they haven't learned their lesson by now?" He sighed to Triticea. Normally he was reckless and impulsive and always ready for a fight but it was by now done and for all his rash behavior he wasn't the type for revenge. He didn't seem of any mind to stop her, though.
Kara
"You are no friend of mine, Melancholia." She returned coldly, "You are neither innocent nor redeemed. You are still nothing but a sinner stained with your evils." This veneer of innocence would not fool her. This snake's tears might have wormed pity into the hearts of the other gods, but she hardened her own. "I can sense that your immortality remains. I can sense that Mother Gaia chose not to punish you alongside the others." She blinked, sending a ripple of closed eyes across her body because of just how many her true form had. The beat of her wings filled the air as she spoke like a solemn drone of an executioner reading out a death sentence. "This means that this will not stick." She lifted a tendril above her head, ready to execute, while still using the others to defend herself. "If you are truly redeemed, prove it."
# here, and be reborn as something new."

Before she could bring it down, though, Soldr arrived. She sent him an annoyed glance. "Of course not." She growled at him. "This *Traitor* Worked alongside the Devourer, aided him in his strike against Gaia, and only now that he is dead and she is outnumbered does she beg for forgiveness." The sneer on her face was almost visible even without having a mouth or a face. "If she is truly sorry, she'll accept this punishment. She will not die forever, but she must learn that their actions do not come without consequences, no matter how may lies and sob stories she tries to spin to justify her actions." She turned her gaze back to Melancholia, frustration now seeping into her voice. "Is it so hard not to be a terrible person?"

Speaking of... Where were the others? The first time might have been a fluke, but the second time made this hurt. Once again, her siblings had failed her. Even when Mother Gaia had called for aid, so many of them had not even bothered to respond. Now, too, she faced Melancholia with Soldr alone, though she glanced at Wyrd. Surely he could not be like the rest of them, too?
Lola
Wyrd took a deep, shuddering breath, his whole body tending for a moment, before releasing it in a long, ragged fit of laughter. He had won, he had stopped their wicked ritual in its tracks. And look at how they fled, from him and his beloved siblings, from their family. 

"Gahahaha." He boomed, stamping his hooves in schadenfreude. "This is the fate of those who would defy Gaia!"

Then, gradually, the gloating faded, replaced with a cold, cruel look from the great deer. Now was the time to deal with the traitor gods, particularly those who had escaped their mother's wrath. The mortal... Things that were once gods had been branded, but those who had weaseled their way out of things needed to dealt with. If they got away, there would be no punishment whatsoever.

"I could not agree more, sister." Wyrd said, lowering his head to Triticea's level to look her in the eyes, a bloodshot pupil meeting her gaze. "Innocence, hardly. She betrayed mother just as the rest. A mere death at our hands almost seems too good for her but... I suppose it shall do." 

He accompanied his declaration with a moment of effort, which was followed by his stone mask bulging out for a moment. Then, abruptly, it cracked vertically down the middle along with the rest of his head. The shattered fragments on either side of the divide formed into a set of ravenous jaws, snapping open and shut a few times experimentally before settling into a horrible vertical grin.
Jill
*Judgement: Thana had been on the end of the supposed law once. In another life, her trial for a witch. She knew how fickle systems were, how, in reality. The world's laws were just a means to an end for those justifying depraved acts. This was no different; the girl was still confused, scared and isolated. Though something churns in her stomach, a violent urge festers in the chasm of her mind. Screaming at her skin, screaming to be let out. To avenge this poor girl seemingly caught on the end of an execution. She knew not of the trial or anything that had come before it. Yet, she sensed more to it than what was being presented.*

*Nach continues to speak to her, the information going in; Thana's demeanour slowly alters; she grips her fists closed, and her eyes radiate with a sense of curiosity. Flickering, she sees the world as it is. Her past life flows in with an overwhelming dread, the waves of energy clash with her new reformed body. At that moment, she sees Melancholia as herself. A poor girl, not truly understanding what she had done wrong. Believing she could be redeemed in front of an audience that only wanted to see violence. Wyrd and Triticea were the executioners. Soldr was the crowd. They were carrion to a corpse. The deity of bloodlust clenches her jaw and grits her fangs with a low hiss, her very body temperature raising to the same as that fateful heat that scorched her out of existence the first time. With a swift movement, the girl's body continues to transmute and change; a long barbed tail drops from her back, flopping to the ground in a coiling motion, and the sizeable scorpion-like stinger glimmers like a hot branding iron, sizzling as it collides with the branch they all were forced to stand at.*

*Still lost in her memory, replaying the past. She seeks to alter it as if what she will do here could affect her future. It was far from the truth and a desperate plea, unaware of her divinity. She calls for a divine intervention, expecting a god to answer. None the wiser to the great wisdom and infinite power she now wielded. And then... Her eyes go blank; they lose the tranquil spark as she succumbs to whatever boiling blood is rumbling beneath her pale skin. A long stag skull mask adorns her face, not too similar to Wyrd's appearance. Though this mask was painted with blood, decorated with gore and an unholy visage, that very natural state drove terror. Her left arm raises, the hardened pool of blood all around her finally gaining use.*

*It raises and dances with a crooked elegance, forming a multitude of shapes, spikes, lances, and spears. Conventional weaponry from her time raises from the pool and hovers gently. For a new goddess, there was clearly something wrong here. It was as if the god before them moments ago was gone in this fraction of a scenario. Her fingers trail over another, wiping the blood and gore from her regalia and clothing, and then she clicks. The weapons all seek out the gods she had deemed wrong at this moment, an equal split of zeal and wrath. The blood of Edon weaponised once more to carry on his purpose of change. Then the mask fades... Panic washes over the girl.*

`" Wait... I didn't? Do... That can't have been... Me? "` *The innocent confusion lingers once more; all signs of whatever beast had infested her emotions vanished in the blink of an eye. She had launched the first attack on a fight she was never involved in; it was evident in her eyes. She never meant it, never even understood what was happening. As far as Thana was concerned that power didn't even lay within her. Without saying a single word more, she grabs Nach's hand tightly. Clasping it so vigorously, it could tear the thing off if she wasn't careful. Her other hand holds the basket in shock, waiting for Nach to remove it from the situation. To whisk her away to safety... This encounter had only created more questions about potential enemies—potentially friends.*
Pamela
"Mwaahahahahaaaa~!" *The crackling cackling of a chaotic choir pushed and pulled in a terrible tide of CHAOS! Reality ruptured at the seams, chittering colours whispered such insidious thoughts into the hearts and minds of those Others. Breaks between space broaden, blurring the lines of what's really there. The elements turn on themselves, fire feeds on the air, water is cool to the touch and burns like acid, an air of gnawing frostbite chews upon life and spits it out! Blood rains through the shattered seams, it glistens like gold.*

"Hold your breath! Make a wish, count to three and come with us~! WE! Come, come with us and you'll be... In a world of your imagination~!" *Our Nach's pull around the fledgling god immediately knocks off her kilter, taking back her basket and whisking Thana with the wind! She spun on her heel, twirling round and round with Thana. The Nachs converge onto one another, they join hands in a circle around our Nach and the Thana, and spin them round and round.* "Take a look, and you'll seeeee~! Into your imagination!"

*The two rapidly blink in and out of this space, appearing here and there and everywhere all at once and nowhere all the same. All attempts at reprisal were in vain, as neither of the gods are there.*

"We'll begin! With a spiiiinn, traveling in the world of our creation! What we'll see... Will defy... Explanation!" *They disappeared long after our Nach's business was taken care of, and Thana's outlandish outburst spilt over. Left in their wake were afterimages, and our Nach's foul fancy.* "Hyahahahahahahaaaa~!"

***CONFETTI~!***

*Poof.*
Sidney
But they were anew, were they not? Amythyst repulsed as she again remembered what she now looked like. Taken in by Melancholia, there was a world outside and there was a world inside. The inside world was imaginary, but it was still a world. In the null that existed in her head, it seemed like there was a figure trying to push out from the hybrid, making the hybrid chest tense, or have an arm suddenly go limp. She wanted to leave, but at the same time she *Wouldn't.* This was her body. She needed to stand her ground. But there was no ground to stand on, only an ocean. And Amythyst couldn't swim. As the internal battle came to a close, Amythyst became Melancholia's dominion, merely an adviser to the king, and not a co-ruler. 

Amythyst watched as Melancholia surrendered to Triticea, quivering and shaking. Whever it was an act or not, it didn't matter. Amythyst gave up again. This was the way she was going to die. She never quite knew what happened in the limbo between life and death. Between each blink. 

Triticea. She was the dealer of this justice, who was redeemed and who wasn't was decided by her. Now, Amythyst was squarely in the limbo. She had never seen anything like it. She had never been anything like it. There was correct and incorrect. She was redeemed, Melancholia was not. Surely, her innocence could do something to shield them both?

Amythyst wasn't always one for logic, but it could just *Explain* The rules, maybe they would understand. Let them go. She didn't exactly crave to be stuck together, but being conjoined was better than being dead. Logically... Edon was dead and Amythyst was innocent. Using simplification, one could get the first fact as 100% true. If Triticea didn't forgive, Edon wasn't dead. Using modus tollens, one could make Triticea forgive. And if Triticea forgave, Melancholia was innocent. The world wasn't logic. And the world wasn't hers.

*"Is it so hard not to be a terrible person?"* Amythyst didn't realize it, but their face turned into a mirror. A terrible person. She tried to make logic work with it, but it didn't. Logic was hard. She stuck to grammar. And her grammar told her a better word choice would be *Is it so difficult not to be a terrible person?* 

#



Is it so hard not to be wrong? There they were, in the wrong together. Guilty together. If Triticea was going to kill them...

"I don't want to die."

# don't want to die!"

She tried desperatly to talk to Melancholia. Or someone. Why couldn't they just leave? Her mind was hyperventilating, but her body seemed just fine. 

" Always wins..."

"I am the snake.
I will slither through your tall grass and creep up upon you, wrap around your body, and constrict your neck. And then, you will die until you're dead

Mine.
Mine.
MINE.
I will choke you. I will have you. I will keep you, and I will love you. I will mother you, and I will foster you. I will forever be within you.

Who am I? Who are you?

You are mine, but I am not yours."

As amythyst remmbered those words, she gave up hopelessly. There was nothing more to do. This was Melancholia's plan. Edon did not write these letters. A sudden spark of anger popped in her. She didn't want to be dead! But she agreed to this. She said everytime she consented, and she sealed her fate coming here. Was there a point in working against her roommate? Amythyst thought as quietly as she could, she didn't want Melnacholia to hear before she was ready for an offer. 

There were so many variables... And amythyst wasnt good at math! There was time anymore to sit and think on her ass. There was no time to scoff at letters with poor word choice. Why couldn't the world go back to grammar? Why was there so much more in the world besides pleasure, perfection and pain? It seemed the world was a sliding scale, ever shifting in the events it threw her in. How would she play her hand? If she tried, she could force her way out of this. Leave this body maybe? Ask someone for help? There were so many conflicting want and needs. This was her body. Yet, Melancholia had her by the throat. Something drew Amythyst in. She couldn't see it, but she was tumbling towards the edge, like she had done all her life. Only this time, she wasn't the one with the brakes.

** "What do you want me to do?"** She finally spoke in her head, directing to melancholia.
Elizabeth
```OOC NOTE: THIS POST CONTAINS DEPICTIONS OF SUICIDE.```
"We are no friend of yours, Triticea," She drew the name of the harvest goddess from somewhere in Amythyst's mind. Her voice was individual, no longer dueted by the sound of her host. Emptily glancing up at the intimidating show that was being put on above her, Melancholia touched her new face and ran her fingers down the features. The sensations grounded her. "Why? Why have I not been punished in the same way as the others? Am I not, supposedly, just as bad as my fellow participants? Why?"
A blur of words infected the air, senselessly going in and out of her skin. The roar of another arriving god and the chatter of the new deity made everything so.. Disorienting. In the midst of the terrible chaos, the goddess of sadness found her answer to her punishment.



She closed her eyes, allowing Amythyst's fight for her life to propel Melancholia's next actions. An ample blade materialized in her hand. As though it were made out of air, she cleanly sliced of the figure's head. Their motions went limp, and the two pieces of the conjoined goddess's body fell through the grounded.

Suddenly, both Amythyst and Melancholia were transparent ghosts of their past. Their divine presences were still detectable, albeit hard, should one have been under the assumption that they had truly killed themselves. With her old, familiar body, she embraced the grammar deity. All of time seemed to stop in the moment. She pulled their spirit-like forms to the top of Yggdrasil, where the air grew thin and they could see every realm and every mortal and every monster who traversed the void ocean.
They saw life, but they also saw death. 
They saw who they were, but they also saw the mysteries of themselves.
They saw reason, but they also saw chaos.
They saw echoes of a cold past, but they also saw a devastating future.

Then, it all came crashing back down. Plummeting back towards the upper branches, their phantom bodies merged once more and created the form that had seemingly committed suicide a few moments ago. The smell of wet bones and rustic blood filled her nose, emerging from the newborn Thana.

She did not understand.
She did not *Want* To understand.

While the god of monsters chewed her out without even saying her name, she disassociated from the situation.
Her mind was in another universe,
 another place,
 somewhere far,
 far
 away.
 It so hard not to be a terrible person?*

The singular line of dialogue stumbled through her brain, crashing over and over again in her mind. Their mien disappeared. Without a warning, a mirror replaced what was once a face. Neither Melancholia nor her innocent partner in crime had done it on their own; it was a subconscious addition, a symbolism that only close onlookers would be able to dissect.

They were in a blank room. Watching Amythyst reread her letter, she slowly put one foot in front of another. Reaching the goddess was harder than it should have been, as though some invisible force was pulling her in the opposite direction. She enclasped Amythyst, crying on her shoulder and wetting her purple hair and running her fingers through her vibrant buns. The perfection of the woman's hair had shifted to pain. Shamelessly, she warped the seamlessness of Amythyst's skirt. She cried until she could no longer cry.
*"I am sorry.."*
 Uncharacteristic leer crossed her face.
*"...But you are mine, little goddess."*

*"If I could be yours, I would."*
*"If I could tell you why you are mine, I would."*
*"If I could give you all of the pleasure and perfection in the world, I would."*

When the alien creature attacked, Melancholia was unable to recognize it as Thana. It was aggressive and impulsive, yet it... It helped her? Was this new goddess simply a reincarnation of her once-beloved serpent? Was she connected to him?
Did Thana love Melancholia the same way Edon had?

The strike to Triticea and Wyrd hit her with immense force, even though it had not been directed towards the goddess of desolation. Before she had the chance to react, Amythyst's question rung in her head. They were weaponless, outnumbered, and had no information about combat.
It was a losing battle.
 Not of death."*
# not of losing thyself.*"
 *"Simply, fear not, my little goddess, for you are safe when you are mine."*

"Go on.. Persecute me. Exile me for my crimes against the False Mother. Yet once I am gone, there will be no one to sensically tell you of our reasons. Sinrael is a mental serpent. Sanskrit is a madman. Savarii is shattered, inside and out. History will only repeat itself if our problems are not solved. Your mind works so... Mindlessly, Triticea. Execute me. Kill me. Murder me on the branches of your overrated creator. I will not feel a thing, for death is what I have desired this whole time."
Kara
The delirious spewings of an insane goddess weren't to be entertained, though it did make her regret that this deity would never be redeemed. Until remorse was felt, any attempt to seek redemption would find failure to be a foregone conclusion. She watched as this amalgamation took its own life, then returned in the same shape it had been wearing before its attempted suicide. Well, what was the point of that? If she was gonna die anyway, she might as well have gone out with some dignity and stayed dead after chopping her own head of. None of these thoughts were voiced, however. They were the kind of things someone kept to themselves. In fact, there wasn't much to say at all. All that Triticea had to say to that vitriolic final rant could be summarised in two succinct syllables.
#

She lifted her tendril over her head, scythe blade gleaming like the stars that the gods themselves held. With a swift blow, she brought it down in hopes of cleaving the goddess cleanly in two. It would be fast and painless, she reasoned, killing the brain first so that the rest of the body would not need to suffer. Perhaps, when Melancholia was reborn, she would be someone new. Triticea did not have high hopes for that outcome, but she did not like to think that her siblings were beyond salvation. To someone like Melancholia, who refused change yet had not committed as greivous a sin as Edon, she could at least reward her with a quick and easy end.

Assuming that things went through without a hitch and the goddess of sadness was executed, that left her with... Her eyes darted around the field. She remembered well who else had aided in this ritual, and yet none of them were present any longer. Sinrael and Sanskrit... They may have escaped for now, but she would find them in time. There would be no way for the chase to end until either herself or the both of them were dead. For the time being, though... She turned to Wyrd.

"What shall we do with the one who betrayed the traitors?"
Stephanie
Wait... Is that... Anythst? Melancholia too... Triticea... And Wyrd... They are fighting each over? Why... None have hint... Ties to whatever divinity was released just now... It's strange... No aporant that they continue even in lack of... Connection to him... Wait what be of them? Melancholia and Amythst... They're connected? Whole? What're they... Why are they one? Is seems dangerous... Unnerving whatever this act be... Is that for reason of the fight... 

"Amythst! What're you doing?! Melonancholia? Is it of her? No... Why? Is this as to fight? Not of settle... Not of chilled air?? This is distress... Not of Edon... The threads wobbled far to little compared to this!" TSU said, not of snarl but of startled worry... Her form of true WhiteCast... Melting of white flame and confusion around her only fueling... She glanced as to Triticea and Wryd... Are they to but fuel her to? Fuel the fire of rampaging nature? Her very core was startled by whatever nature that act was following... Whatever it was almost made her become that of rage again... It is distress that be her state... The state of WhiteCast against all color and shades... The blankness that cannot be filled... Bay burn the colors around... Tarnish that of friend, yet somehow of unfamiliarity... It is... Fearful whatever this nature was... TSU was to tremble to such... It wasn't something remotely pretty... It was **Fear**
Sidney
They weren't friends. They weren't friends. Or were they? Was melancholia a friend? A foe? A co-ruler? A tyrant? A savior? A helper? 

Her friend? 

If there was one thing that applied to Melancholia, it was that she was no help at all, whisking her away to the top of world tree and killing them. A thousand new sensations, new sounds, new lives flashed under her and around her. 

The graceful hand of Amethyst as she stroked a page with her writing on it. Amethyst smiled, and hid the page as Marigold entered. A flash.

Grey looked up at the stars, crying. A green and black shadow loomed behind them.

The flashes went faster. All the things she hadn't seen, all the things she had seen were cherry picked to provide more climax every second. Alas. The eye of the hurricane. 

# yellow sky. 

 The contrast of her hair.

# yellow sun.

 Diluted by the clouds of the land of eternal rain.

The first time she ever went there... She was so young. Now it seemed like she couldn't escape, no matter how hard she tried. For an instant, she was engulfed by rain, rain that made her heavy and fall down to the branch they were on. 

Instead of being a rain drop that split into once it hit the surface, they fused together, an undying bond that could not be broken by their hands. Something kept them together, something they might have not even realized kept them together. And yet something compelled them apart.

The blank room she found herself was not the branch she was on just a moment ago. Blinking was a mistake. As the words flew by, each time she was closer and closer to her twin, yet each time the room seemed to grow smaller and smaller. Alas, as the goddess of sadness and music took her into her arms, there was no more room in the room. The wall pressed against her back. As melancholia cried, the room filled up with water, it seemed they would suffocate. Amythyst was painfully aware of her fear of dying, and she was aware of how the insides of her were shredded and put back together, the crack filled in with grief and sorrow and done over and over. She no longer got a taste. She got an appetizer.

When the goddess leered, the room burst like a bubble, returning to its previous form. 

# are mine." 



# I could be yours..."



# I could tell you..."



# and perfection"



She was out of the room, in the body again. She was disoriented, but she was.. Herself? They were. They were pleasure. They were perfection. And they were *Pain*. 

Their pain would be this death. Their perfection would be this death. Their pleasure would be this death. In her own way, Amythyst broke her vows of redeeming herself. She didn't fight anymore. She did not even have a thought of rebellion against the body. Against Melancholia. They had to stand as one. And just in time too.

The world slowed down as their body dodged the hit. Some quick reaction from Amythyst sent the body's neurons firing to avoid the blow. No, she wasn't scared of death anymore. She was scared of who she was. Of who her enemies were, and who her friends were. A nervous shiver went up her spine as she dodged the hit. She did it. She proved herself to Melancholia, right? She looked to Triticea, looking for **"Okey."**

She needed to stay on both sides of good. But do two wrong make a right? Was anyone here in the right, or in the wrong? In the pleasure, in the pain? Certainly, there were compelling arguments. And certainly, there was truth to both. Defying the will of Gaia was a crime, was it not? 

Amythyst grounded herself as she shifted herself on the ground. She had to get out of these crazy thoughts, she had to stop this swirling dumpster fire mess. 

And then there was TSU. Amythyst turned the body around to look, and silently, her mouth hung open. Was *TSU* A friend, a foe, an ally, a prosecutor? What were they? What was she? The blankness of her form made all of Amythyst's thoughts stop. Mentally, she was done. She was dead. There was too much information! Too much feeling diluting her mission of grammar. Too much blankness... Too much everything! 

#

 wanna die."
Lola
Wyrd snorted furiously, smoke projecting from his nostrils. The goddess of sadness had not only distracted Gaia to the highest degree, but she didn't even have the decency to let herself be killed by the loyal children of the world tree.

"We will save the turncoat for last." The great deer muttered to his loyalist sister, the maw that split his face growing just a little larger as his fury mounted. "I think it goes without saying that we will deal with this one first."

With that, Wyrd lunged forward, eyes rolling back like a shark attacking from the water. The quick death that Triticea had offered was, frankly, too good for Melancholia. And yet, she had still rejected it.

Wyrd would make her regret that, along with every other mistake she had made in her sorry existence.
Elizabeth
*Okay?*
It was a psychological torture, an attack that inflicted more damage upon her than a blade ever could. Her thoughts, her mind.. *Her very soul*...
..Had all been simplified to one, tiny word: "Okay".
That was all she got. 
**O**Nly
**K**Ill
**A**Way
**Y**Outhfulness.
In a moment of sheer heartbreak, the goddess of sadness allowed her body to freeze. She wanted to succumb to the blade and die, never to return, for she would be plastered in undeserving humiliation and shame. Nothing would be able to hurt more than such a response, yet she did not want to feel anything even close to it. Her body could take the abuse of Edon. However, it collapsed the second someone pinpointed her weak spot: invalidation.

Whether Amythyst was saving them or not, she was having a hard time caring. It began to rain in their head, clouding their vision and plaguing whatever pure thoughts they might have had left. She was a friend. Even if they were to never regard each other again, Melancholia and Amythyst had developed an impossibly close connection in this fight.
They were united. Their bodies moved as one, their words emerging as though they both speaking.
*"Do not push me away, for I am but a friend."*
A rumble of thunder sounded in their head.
*"I am your perfection.*"
*"You are your pain."*
*"We are your pleasure."*

She breathed in the air. Without saying anything to the goddess of grammar, her hands reached for their head. They made their way up to her elongated, black horns, snapping the pieces off. It did not feel good, but nothing could bring her a worse sensation than Triticea's lack of care.

Her eyes found the god of monsters. While thoughts of Tsu filled Amythyst's thoughts, all that Melancholia could think of was two weapons in her hand. She looked at the deities around her, and then she looked down at herself. The painted smile on her face greatly widened. If words were not going to work, then perhaps actions would. Tendrils of blueness swirled around the broken horns. They were mesmerizing, yet painful; their damage was surely not enough to kill a god. She did not want to kill a god, but to touch one.

Melancholia wanted a taste of the others.
What did it feel like to attack?
What did it feel like to want to kill?
What did it feel like to have a will to live?

Uncharacteristically, she lunged. Her motions were faster than they had ever been, and her face was blanker than empty paper as she made her move. While Wyrd came at her, she was going straight for Triticea. She did not care about what he would do to her. Albeit, her movement would likely prevent him from offering a terrible amount of damage. The combination of two goddesses in a singular body offered them an alien type of power, never scene before in neither Melancholia's lifetime nor her partner's.

If her blade was to hit the deity of harvest, it would bring her every single negative emotion that both the desolation goddess and the orderly goddess experienced. The attack was not to bring her figure down, but to bring her mind down.
 Will make sure they know that the creator is not a victim.*
# are.*
 *Then, my sweet, sugary, addictive little goddess. Then, we will perish.*
*Now please, chose a hand and stick with it, so we may finish this job with the unity we started it with.*
"To answer your question," Melancholia said, her singular voice quietly whispering in Triticea's ear.
 Them."
Kara
The blade slashed at Triticea, but instead of a wound, her memories began to leak from the spot of contact. Her hold over them was too strong for her to forget them, but it was enough for Melancholia's to infiltrate and flash into her head. The agony, the pain... Triticea did not know to dislike them, but she did so anyhow. Instead, she watched with some curiosity as the emotions racked her body for a moment... But in time the foul feeling faded, and she turned her gaze back to Melancholia. If she had hoped that it would change the Harvest Goddess' mind, though, that it would make her feel an ounce of sympathy... She had been sorely mistaken.

**"The victims here are the ones forced to play audience to your delusions."**

The Wheatmother spoke coldly, without a drop of empathy. Even after feeling what Melancholia had, she had not been swayed on her position. To say that she was unaffected by it, though, wouldn't be right either. She could remember those feelings of pain, of fear, of sadness. She could remember the emotions that had racked at Melancholia for so long. It had simply not made her empathise. It had erased any doubts that she'd had before that this was the right thing to do. 

"Truly, such emotions and pain are unnatural. They are wrong." Those watching would get the feeling that she would be shaking her head if she had one. At present, though, she only closed about half of her eyes for a moment, as if coming to a decision. Then, her scythe blades flashed as she lashed out at Melancholia, twin tendrils puncturing her lungs with a single powerful strike. Triticea wasn't done, though, dragging her scythe up, up, slicing through divine bone and tendon. A god like Melancholia would not die so easily... But it was still no doubt a painful experience. As she cut Melancholia open, she spoke in that same unempathic voice that she'd used throughout the fight. Cold. Authoritative. Assured.
 Only hope that our Mother makes your successor unblemished."
Stephanie
Amythyst... Wanted to die? Why... As to why... Would she want true death? Has she not seen yet the creatures of Ashs...? Were the letters of lie? Did her siblings her make her wish such?? Why would they do such... Did she not will her own accord? Were they here but to end her? Why then was Gaia of issue... Would unwilled thoughts only weigh to her mind? Why too would she combine to Melancholia's form? Was Melancholia in aid to Amythyst? The other too only seemed in action against Melancholia... Then was Amythsyt sided with her? Why... Why... Why... Did they unite then? And then... Wryd and ... An unknown sister were fighting them? Should she... Intervene? Too get Amythyst out? But she didn't know why they united... And now Amythyst gave an aura of confuse as well as to me... 

TSU's form was cracking and crackling... Something of orange gas-like form spilling out... Yet in so she looked as to Amythyst... In both yearn for safety... Yet too reason... But maybe such wouldn't be seen... For she wasn't of any large portion of herself... But still maybe the glances pierced through...
Sidney
The next thing Melancholia did was quite close to dying, on terms of pain level. Snapping off the horns she never noticed, the sensation made her painfully aware of the outside world, and not her strange fantasy land of thoughts. As a noxious blue tendril sprung up from the site of the stinging pain, Amythyst felt herself slipping again. She fell deeper and deeper once more, with not even pain being able to bringe her back to reality. At first, it didn't even hit her that their body went for Triticea. The lunge made her nauseous as her mind still felt so far behind their skin. 

Melancholia spoke to her, and Amythyst did as she was told. Sticking with her right writing hand, she curled and uncurled her fingers as Melancholia said something to Triticea. Something in Amythyst told her this wasn't the way. There had to be some other way to amend the wrong between Triticea and Melancholia. That's when she heard it.

Right.

Wrong.

No one said the words. No one even thought them. But Amythyst could feel them, ringing in her ears like echoes. 

As Melancholia's hit affected both of them, Amythyst two began to feel the agony and the twisting of Melancholia. It almost caused her to freeze up, but she clenched and unclenched her fist, finding the same focus is a numbing pain like the day at the quary after her little swim. Another lighting strike of pain hit the body as Triticea peeled flesh off the bones of the conjoined goddesses. 

Amythyst processed the words much later than the actions. The words were the thunder. ** "Truly, such emotions and pain are unnatural. They are wrong."** If her heart was already being finely sliced by Triticea's scythe then she might have felt more grief with that statement. Once more she clenched and unclenched her fist, suddenly noticing how her glasses had fog on the edges from her face being scalding hot.

She forced the body's eyes to glance at TSU's orange gas, yet Amythyst couldn't bring herself to focus on anything besides melancholia. They had to be in sync. They had to be together. For one final time, she flexed and unflexed her right hand. Still, there was so much agony, but the guiding light that was Melancholia was some sort of twisted hope. The hope to finally, finally die.
Elizabeth
Falls the nonexistent rain
She sees nothing beyond
The bloody blue stain of pain

Her heart and spirit and reign
Condense into one bond
Falls the nonexistent rain

She punctures the lively vein
Blood pools in a pitted pond
The bloody blue stain of pain

The beats in her bosom wane
Last seconds of life abscond
Falls the nonexistent rain

Goddesses descend once again
Why would she not respond?
The bloody blue stain of pain

The end of an icy chain
A death cursed with despond
Falls the nonexistent rain
The bloody blue stain of pain

....................

Amythyst held one horn and Melancholia held the other. Together, they impaled their own heart. If they were not going to make it out alive, she was not going to grant Triticea victory.
# are wrong."
Their empty eyes closed. The deity of sadness permitted a small smile to cross her blood-soaked face before their death, wordlessly gloating of their losing victory.
 The nonexistent rain.
 Bloody blue stain of pain.
Kara
As her sister and former sister began to fall apart, she watched on with cold eyes. She had never been taken with trivial notions like *Who had landed the killing blow*. What mattered was the outcome, and the endiing to this battle was one she was satisfied with. Two of the four traitors had fallen, the other two either fleeing or having earned some semblance of mercy for betraying the back. She could feel it... Edon would not return. His eternal life had been a privilege he had given up when he had turned his back on their Creator. 

Melancholia... She was more unsure about, as was she with Amythyst. She wasn't sure about *Anything* With Amythyst, really, but all that mattered in the end was that the Betrayer Gods were scattered or slain. For now, at least, both of those once sisters of her were gone. She was not sure if Gaia had stripped them of their ability to return as well as she had done with Edon, but she prayed that they would not. That pain and suffering they had shared with her... She hoped they would not return for their sakes as much as her own. As upset as she was with them, they were still her siblings. Her thought process might be alien to them, but she still cared for them, in a twisted sort of way.

But speaking of her siblings... She turned her gaze upon those that were gathered here now. She gave a thankful gesture at Wyrd and Soldr, then looked upon the others with disappointment. Nach, who she had almost come to think of as reliable, and... Well, she didn't know most of the others. After the terrible actions of the Betrayers, though, the sloth of her siblings seemed to pale in comparison. She was sure she would be angry about it in time, but for now... She had other things to do. Ver Aura receded back into her skin, transported back to her daughter. Her sickles took their place, the familiar feeling of the Abundances helping her to calm herself. 

"With that resolved, I will be taking my leave." She nodded at her allies, and then she was gone.