Nathrangking

Wayward

A lone flickering torch casts a shadow over the whole of the world that swallows everything in its path. The deities that rule on high watch on in shame as a place consecrated by their hands birth an unquenchable thirst. Diana and her brother fly forth and loose waves of arrows that vanish into the void without ever drawing blood. It reaches out with claws as jagged glass and arm formed of the essence of the nightmares that haunt gods. Ichor flows freely and waters the ground while they fall and are lost in this spreading maw. Jove and all of his forces are pulled from the heights despite the way that the earth is obliterated. Armies die in silence, weapons meaningless and prayers wasted as none remain to listen. Cities crumble and nature itself halts in a vain attempt to escape the wrathless wraith that simply obliterates without care or desire. 

From among the stars comes a single voice that pierces the silence and freezes that which has blanketed most of the mortal and immortal realms. Blades of almost joyful music cut into the soul of this apathetic creature making it cry out in distress and attempt to flee. No matter where it goes the tune follows it and rings out in its mind. Corruption retreats and shatters chased back to its source. Shield and sword clashes with the most graceful warrior that has ever existed, their tools of battle splitting the air with the ferocity of their blows. Spirits of nature join in, flying from hiding in beauty and swarming the ebony beast. Stumbled step after step pushes it back and it begins to cry in agony as now it bleeds. One final breath fells it and frees all who were swallowed by its depths, casting them back into the world. Terra takes this errant child back into her arms and a new deity softly extinguishes the flame that called it out and ascends into the clouds to watch, protect, and let her music fill creation once more.