There was no fear nor wonder on Ktulu's face as the Moon Goddess demonstrated her powers. The dark mare was confident that on a level playing field with the moon bitch she would succeed in destroying her. It was only her position as a god that she was able to have such power. Dark ears fell flat against the Constrictor's head when she was told that death was only the beginning. The beginning of what? Loss? Grieving? Anger? Hatred? "Shut up!" She hissed angrily at the goddess. "Your words, just like you, are completely worthless!" There was so much more that Ktulu wanted to say to the goddess, so much physical harm that she wanted to bestow upon the moon bitch, but her attention was diverted when the Earth God spoke to Gaucho and offered his forgiveness.

She had been looking at the sultan, watching him, studying him, trying not to feel anger toward him when the Moon Goddess was the one who deserved it all, when her name was spoken. "My son." She said flatly when the Earth God corrected himself and called Hototo theirs. What had the god done while Hototo was a colt? When had he come down to aid her in raising their child? Who had taught Hototo to fly? It certainly hadn't been the Earth God and he had the audacity to call Hototo their child. The God may have played a part in creating Hototo, but in her mind he was a far cry from being a father.

Ktulu stood in silence, listening, as the Earth God addressed Cera and she couldn't help but snort at his words. "You don't kill? You don't interfere?" She asked incredulously. "What do you call possessing someone and using them to murder?" With each spoken word her anger only grew. "I suppose since she didn't do it herself she's innocent since you claim that you don't kill." Did they even listen to themselves? Did he think before he opened his mouth and made claims that were completely ridiculous?

The dark mare's head turned as she felt a shoulder press against her and she found Archibald by her side. She pressed her shoulder against his body, acknowledging his presence, but did not allow herself to lean on him for the moment. It was then that the God of Time spoke and he only stoked the flame of Ktulu's raging anger. "You would blame us when it was your own sister that was behind every murder? What did you do while every mortal you charged with finding the murderer searched? Did you sit back and watch? Did you think to look amongst yourselves?" She was bold, speaking the way she was to the gods, but Ktulu couldn't find it in herself to care. "You are gods. All powerful gods and yet you cannot figure out which one of you is a murderer. Did you see it coming, God of TIme?"

"The loss is regrettable, but permanent. You can rebuild your lives, or you can continue to rage against the way of things instead of working to change it. Your choice, really."

Perhaps he had a point, but Ktulu could not let it go without making a final comment. "We may have to rebuild our lives, but you, all of you, need to work to rebuild the trust that's been destroyed. Not a single one of you is worthy of any kind of worship." She was done. Done with worshiping gods, done with their self righteous attitudes, done with their hypocrisy. Contrary to what the gods may believe they needed the mortals of Helovia. Without them the gods were completely useless, worthless, and pointless.


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