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Date Posted: 01:54:52 02/09/03 Sun
In reply to:
Ceallac
's message, "One Winged Angel" on 22:44:29 02/08/03 Sat
Hate, dispair, malice, death, destruction. It was all the same, it was nothing....
But food.
Ra smiled, a feeling of escasty shuddering through her lithe form, a quiver through her spine. Even as she completely ignored the creature in front of her, waiting on her to move, he...it, was nothing. Nothing more than a puppet pulled by the strings in the hands of an actor who had overplayed his talent.
You and I are not so different, love. But, then again, we are. You will -not- syphon my power. But by all means.
Try.
Forbiddion knows only one.
She smiled again, ruby eyes grazing upwards toward the newest little toy this man had to offer. The cascade of green over the glitter of ice. A baren wasteland of ice without only a small speck of color to break the contrasting whiteness.
Contrasting colors blended to one, a source of all known creation. God was tired of this game, trying to make and break his children. He would not interveen in this one. Even as the Weave screamed it's pain as it shreaded, tattered filaments hovering helplessly over the sky, invislble, but tangeable. An unwoven blanket that covered the sky with silence. Nothing moved, nothing breathed.
Then one became two, another set of eyes bazing up toward the sky in a helpless scheme of horror. Turquoise eyes lifting up toward something that fate did not like, nor did chaos allow, but it was there, a looming testement of such hatred and violence.
Zen, the Avatar of purity. And her counterpart.
Ra, the Avatar of hatred. The very essence of Forbiddion within the Goddess. She -was-.
One hand touch another, interlocking fingers, the combination of good and evil becoming one with the other. There was no denying it, it was part of them all. Then the two were no more, but only one.
Zenra stood there, alone, rainbow starburst eyes locked on the looming harbringer of death. Her locket reflected the light of twin suns, green and blue dancing up in the sky. The aura of the Goddess on the mortal plane glittered like a thousand tiny stars about her form, ice crystals dancing in the air. Her newest inquisition was held limply in her right hand, the blade resting on the sheet of ice where she stood. Kyuuyaku no Ayame held to her side, it's blade glittering against the sheen of ice with its own nonlight. The blade itself was black, a sign of a darker meaning within the blade, a price unknown to be paid when it was over, and returned to its resting place.
Zenra didn't care. She stood there, gazing up at the green sphere creeping toward the earth. She waited.
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