The hidden one ascends her throne and sits in judgement over the world and sends her sisters down to earth as their constant bickering has angered the constellations and they demanded respite.
Drogath, attempts to disrupt and injure the others and Xeric the God of Life and Death wanders the party ground, Hestium attempts to mollify the disruptions as much as possible.
Knives and swords drawn, Stromida lunges forward with a wild swing, lightning quick without form, but with deadly power. Scoria deflects the blast with her shield and counters with a precise, calculated flurry of forms designed to force her Sister back and stumble. The light of the clash sends a crippling shock wave through the constellations near by, and they cry out again and again. Finally the third sister rises to her heights and exclaims, “Enough! You Two shall remove yourselves from the heavens until you solve this dispute, or a week has passed. I need quiet to deal with the greater needs of Creation, and the Constellations need time to recover from your rampage through the skys.” Stromida tumbles from the sky and tucks and rolls coming to her feet on the ground ready to do battle as Scoria descends straight and sure slowing gently before she plows deep into the ground.
Stromida picks herself up and dances up to the Gods on the ground, happy to meet them and see how they have been. She Embraces Xeric in a full lustful hug while kissing him passionately, ploy, for her forwardness has distracted Hestium and he has fails to see Stromida’s foot and he sprawls upon the ground. “Oops,” she proclaims and picks him up and sets him to rights, apologizing profusely, brushing the dust off his back. Drogath begins to chuckle and cackle as he sees through his sister’s moves, written clearly on Hestium’s mailed back is a claim that Scoria has two left feet and Xeric blush from the kiss has failed to notice his lips have turned from blue to a bright yellow! For his part, Drogath is quick to claim that Xeric has chosen sides and Hestium mocks Scoria too.
The rage builds up and Scoria lashes out with practiced aim fires a bolt of liquid sunshine to hit Hestium after deflecting off Xeric. The blow knocks Xeric senseless and he tumbles in a deep swoon and tips over into the deepest part of the oceans. Hestium lunges forward to catch his brother and effectively dodges the deflected bolt, which hits Drogath square in the head. Hestium rescues his brother from certain death and notices his other brother about to fall as well. He reaches out and clasps his hand, knowing that Drogath’s hands deliver poison. Dying Hestium falls and Xeric recognizes what has happened and delays his brother’s demise with a gesture. He raises his fist in Anger, “No, not here too! You two need to learn to deal with your differences and not drag the work into turmoil. Neither Order or Disorder in absolute terms can exist here! Brothers we must unite to push them out.”
Xeric holds the lethal clasp of Drogath and the blissful hold of Hestium; one side dying and the other rising to life, a person of balance. Scoria and Stromida look at the trio and together say he is wrong and they will prove it soon. In tandem they claim, “I am right and she is wrong.”
“Order will win.”
And.
“Disorder will win”
From above the Goddess of All, looked down and cared not, her goal was heavenly peace, once a year, for a week. The sky of the world was cast into chaos, no sun hung in the sky for a week. The day was a deep blue, and all the colours drained out replaced with black. At night the moons rose and fell unchanged—save Hestium and Drogath glowed Blue, and Xeric was unchanged. As when the gods of chaos and order come to ground, there is much trouble, but life and death continue as before.
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