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02-15-2015, 11:22 PM
 Ktulu the Constrictor I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life
"What can they do?" What could they do? What could they do? They could give her a more punishment more fitting of her crimes than simple banishment. She was still alive, still breathing, still playing games, while those that she murdered slowly faded into nothingness and the families that she took them from grieved. There was no justice and there would be no justice so long as the gods were involved in anything. They were above punishment, above justice. Their balance was nothing more than a joke as were their claimed values and beliefs. "They are nothing without us." Ktulu answered as her sister spoke of their need for darkness. "Without our worship where would they be? Without the tasks that we do for them where would they be? Without us how would they have children? They would have no purpose without us. They would be completely useless, totally worthless. Pointless. They need us just like we need them, but they refuse to see it! We don't fit in their balance." The gods of Helovia were not the only gods on Loorien. Isilme had its own gods and because of that alone Ktulu was certain that other lands held their own gods. The world would not cease in its spinning if Helovia's gods ceased to exist much like the mortals they toyed with at their convenience. "It was his time." "No." The dark mare hissed vehemently. "She decided it was his time to go! Since when is she the God of Life and Death? She is supposed to make the moon rise and fall, she lords over dark magic and wind magic, she does not decide who lives and who dies. She interfered with lives that she had no business interfering with!" And she didn't care. She had no remorse for anything she did and it made Ktulu hate her with every fiber of her being. There was a small part of her that wanted to believe that there was an afterlife and that Hototo was rewarded with one, but she no longer had any faith in the gods and believed none of what they said. "They used my son and threw him away when he was of no more use. That's all he was put here to do, be a puppet and do what the Earth God told him to do. Roskuld is the same, so is Mesec, and the Sun child." The last thing Ktulu wanted to do was hurt her sister's feelings, but she spoke what she felt was the truth. The gods only procreated because they had to. For their so-called balance. Ktulu's anger gave way as another wave of sadness crashed through her fractured heart and made her body tremble. "My son." She whispered as tears fell from her eyes. It had hurt when she'd found her mother dead, but it did not compare to the pure, unadulterated agony that shook her upon losing her child. Her ears tilted at her sister's request that she go home with her. For a moment Ktulu remained silent before finally nodding. "The Edge will probably have a meeting soon about ... this ... her. I need to be seen there." "." @[Ophelia] |
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