Beta'd by Always_jbj

 Clouds rolled by, the air alive with the sounds of pain and terror, swords slicing through flesh, bodies falling. She stood above the carnage, surveying the destruction that her will had wrought.

She was their leader. Their only truth. Their God. Her word—her every desire—was theirs to obey.

She glanced down at the sword held loosely in her hand, she had yet to raise it, preferring instead to stand above them and enjoy the handiwork of her acolytes.

Soon she would join the fray, delighting in the sensations that she could elicit as she crushed each of the lesser beings in turn. To hear the sounds of their death. To see the fear in their eyes. To feel their pitiful flesh as it was torn apart by her weapon and her hands.

She was the bringer of death; pain and suffering were playthings to her. Her power was complete, unchallenged and unequalled. All bowed before her in awe or terror—it made no matter to her.

She began to search the field before her, seeking one who would be worthy of her notice. One who might give her a few moments of pleasure in battle before she sent them hurtling into the final abyss.

He stood out from the others; felling her footmen one and two at a time, cutting a path through the ranks as he battled forward, his own eyes focussed on her.

She smiled in anticipation. Yes, this one would give her her pleasure. This one would not fall so easily. She growled as one of her number moved to attack him from behind. How dare it? Did it not realise that this one was hers for the taking? In the blink of an eye she had folded time and was standing in the midst of the battle, her sword buried deeply in the belly of her errant soldier. There was no fear in its eyes, just awe that it had been slain by the hand of its God.

Turning she met the eyes of her chosen victim. She watched him steel himself for combat; noting the way he scanned for danger, while still focusing on her.

Pulling the sword from her minion’s gut, she took a moment to relish the sound of metal sliding through flesh, before kicking the carcass aside. A smile played on her lips as she raised it to match the stance of her foe, a shiver of pleasure coursing through her as he uttered one word.

“Illyria.”

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The rain fell, washing over her skin and falling to the ground, pink with the blood that seemed to cover every inch of her body. The air filled with the sounds of pain and terror, of swords slicing through flesh and bodies falling.

She stood in the midst of the carnage; her eyes flicking about her, taking note of the destruction another’s word had wrought.

None before her bent to her will, no one feared nor worshipped her, but all who stood against her knew the terror of her will.

She thought of before, the time when it would have been she who these lesser beings would obey and fear. She who would decide the story of the battle; who would live and die for her pleasure.

Things were different now; since her escape from the deeper well, since her entrapment in this shell, since her shell’s desires and emotions flooded through her, changing her at her core.

She was still a God, yet here, in this world, that truth held no power. Yet this did not dismay her, her limitations were no longer an irritation that she strove to remove.

Instead, she stood here, others by her side, as she revelled in the destruction that she created with her sword and her hands.

She let the metal slide through soft flesh, its blade red with the blood that covered her skin and flowed about her feet. She let her gaze search through the hordes, seeking out the one who was worthy of her notice.

It didn’t take long to find him, a mix of dark and light as he battled against the minions. His own sword slicing through flesh as he battled his way towards her.

One of the number moved to attack him from behind; rushing forward she buried her sword deep in its belly. Did it not realise that this one was hers?

Turning, she saw him; his eyes met hers before scanning for danger. She raised her sword, mirroring his stance as he moved to her side.

A smile played across her lips as she heard him utter a single word.

“Blue.”