{"sf1_id":721830,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Agony. 3","author":"MagnumGit","words":1308,"posted_at":"2014-06-24T06:33:00.000Z","tags":["Fantasy","Sci-Fi","Supernatural"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/721830-agony-3","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/721830","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=721830\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":" Ci'e, the Creator; The Crimson Maiden she became known as\nsuch during the years of the War of Lamentation, she was in grieving. Ki'e the\nTrickster Lord, her brother- and lover, he had been felled, not by the hand of\nLamenter alone, but by the hand of one of their own. The Murder King, the Lord\nof Anger had challenged Ki'e, disputing his loyalty as he dwelled in the lands\nof the Lament, spreading subterfuge among their ranks.  The Lord of Anger struck at Ki'e in open battle, gauntlet of\nfury against the tempest prince Ki'e, but the Murder King was the better, he\nflayed the flesh from him, and cast his dead body into the void, leaving it to\nbe set upon by the soul-creatures of that empty realm.  When Ci'e learned of this treachery, her wailing ripped open\nthe boundaries between the realms of divine and mortal, lightless fire rained\nfrom the skies for three days when she discovered his demise.  She had been lied to, coerced into thinking that it was the\nMad God Of Order of the Fallen Pantheon who struck Ki'e low. Fueled by this\ndeceit, she sought out the Mad God, and brought ruin upon him and his domain,\nstriking the killing blow through his third eye, his essence destroyed utterly,\nher anger sated, but not her grief.  It was only at the time of the most inopportune when she\nlearned of the betrayal. Her anger was great enough to match the King of\nMurder's own, and she sought a bloody vengeance upon him, and all those who\nmade out to lie to her, hiding the true fate of her brother from her. Mi'e herself was the one who gave voice to the motion to\nsilence the truth of Ki'es' death from Ci'e, for she knew what foul wrath would\nbefall their fragile Pantheon if Ci'e were to learn of The Murder Lord's crime. Wrath befell them it did! Ci'e, a vengeful avatar contained,\nwithheld her fury and spite, she focused herself, she became calm, remorseful.\nShe dawned her plaudminim robes and scarlet veil and she attended the Council\nof the Wall.  She seethed silently as the deities amassed themselves; one\nside sat the loyal few while the other had amassed the anointed many of the\nlamentation, their gazes met and lightning seemed to strike the very air\nitself. Tempers flared but a calm demeanor was kept about them. And the Mortals\namong Gods began to speak. Each name of those who held power was called forth\nand asked to reveal their cause and reason, each one came forward to sign the\nsimple parchment that would signal the end to aggressions.  When at last it came to the Murder King and his bloody handed\nfollowers to move forward and sign the parchment in their own twisted way,\nthrough the writ of blood and bone quill, Ci'e was their to halt him. She\ndecried his claim of fugitive peace; she called him names most foul and titles\nunheard of since the beginning times. She told him his crime and the deception\nthat veiled it, and she saw him as no more, nor did she see any of whom she had\nonce thought of as her kindred.  She let fly the wrath of her power. In the depths of her\nrage, and despair, she committed acts only whispered in the shadows amongst the\ngods. She had committed the greatest sin, and tapped into the primordial power,\nshe called upon her followers, her worshippers, her children, and she slew them\nto the last, and drank of their soul essence, leaving only nameless, mindless\nhusks, former fragments of themselves. Gorged on the power of their souls she held power to rival\nthat of the Soul Carrier. What power she unleashed! The very skies themselves\nshook in terror; thunder rolled like great war machines, clouds rippled in from\nendless oceans, blotting out the sun's as mountains themselves trembled at the\nsight of her. But the Murder King was not impressed; he rivaled her in\nstrength and stature. The Lord of Anger and hatred had grown strong over the\ncourse of the War of Lamentation, the fury and despair of mortals granted him\npower, power he used to strike down Ki'e with, and many other traitorous Lords.\nHe was truly unmatched by any lesser God, he was the strongest, and he was\nKing.  Ci'e cared little about such facts as she threw herself at\nhim, howling madly with the breath of a banshee. Little could be recalled of\nthe following clash of bitter Gods, light, flame and wind tore at the great\ntower of the Wall, Divine steel was rent asunder and kingdoms were uprooted,\nthe derbies of castles flew through a hell of razor tipped wind.  For seven weeks the battle lasted, the fighting spanned\nseveral planes of existence from the realm of mortals to the realm of Gods and\nthe realm of the dead. Wherever the titans clashed, the Soul Carrier followed\nclose behind, sweeping millions upon millions of souls to his basket. Untold\nnumbers died during that time, and countless more lay broken in body and mind\nas the two howling beings tore souls from mortals to fuel their wrath.  At long last, it ended where it began, the Lord of Anger lay\nbroken, his blade dull and dented, his armor rent and horns shattered his\nimmortal life essence incinerated the steel floors. Ci'e stood over him, her\nbody ravaged and scarred by what to them could have been an eternity of single\ncombat as time meant little to ones such as them.  She held a bloodied spear aloft for all to bear witness to,\nit shown callously in the dim clouded light as rain hissed and evaporated on\nit's wicked bladed tip, she let loose a cry of victory that could be heard\nthroughout the seventeen domains; it was a cry of satisfaction and wicked\npleasure from the torment of another being.  She thrust her spear through the Dead gods heart, and\ntwisted, the cruel device she had branded as her harbinger, the weapon she\nbrought into the world with the forbidden knowledge gleaned from the Goddess of\nChaos dying mind, the weapon tore out the Murder Kings' heart and she devoured\nit. With the Blood Lord's soul consumed, she saw to it to smite every last\nfollower of him, she erased his existence and with it, killed him utterly.   No songs would be sung of him again, of his glories in\nbattle, of his preaching's or triumph. He was dead to time, dead to existence.  They watched as she reveled in her victory, all of them, the\nLamented and the Pantheon. They watched, and Mi'e wept, her tears healing the\nbroken earth below, but they would never heal the broken heart that Mi'e now\nbore. But they could do nothing. For she possessed the God-Killer Spear, while\nthey could challenged her, and slay her as the Murder King slew Ki'e, she could\nslay them all before they could lay hands on her.  For the dread-spear was evil, a deeper evil far more\nmalevolent than any could imagine, deep from the void did it's power come, and\nthat power was now infused within Ci'e, it became a living part of her, their\npowers could do naught to her.  They watched as Ci'e fell deeper into depravity, they watched\nas she challenged them to face her, forced scions of the Red Priest to worship\nher as their lord, they watched as she raped men so she might birth champions\nand mad angles to give rise to her empire, as she had slaughtered her last one.\nShe forced cities to build monuments three miles high in her honor, enslaving\nthe entire populace with the proxy rule of her champion spawn. Each champion\nmore depraved then the last.  All except one."}