Act of god, huh? I smell megalomaniacal misandry, or somewhere thereabouts. The 'all men must die' line is a bit of a dead giveaway, when the rest of the block is on how Justinian is a big faker dickhead, what that means by extension, and vague implication of 'her own code.'

If you're sniffing around for divine intervention, in the far east, you'll find the [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4609659]Weeping Widows[/url], a matriarchal farce-cult hanging on the coattails of Daigon's legacy, looking to secure temporal power as mean and end in itself through mundane but sacred-appearing tools and methods. They do quite well for themselves, and do so in what might be described as an open subtlety. They like to cozy up to the smallfolk and act as information brokers- which is to say, dirty self interested neutral spies- for and between factions. That might appeal to one aspect of her self-destructive pathology, and would be one route to gaining the necessary odds and ends for a coup.

And in the same easterly vicinity further north, in the hands of yours truly, there's a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4612035]devil-king of hazy origin[/url]- possibly only a bit more legitimate than the Widows on some level or another- playing regent messiah since about the first week after Daigon went to sleep six feet underground (or over thousands of kilometers as ash depending on if you want to quibble ) ruling a court of once-men devils in the Circle of Kings; equal gender opportunity there for the truly exceptional person of a sufficiently youthful age to ascend in body and rank, even if for practical reasons the majority military-industrial apparatus and agriculture are largely as male-slanted as they would be historically and as is demographically necessary. Whether placing herself into the sphere or tutelage of a pragmatic supra-man sovereign, quite inclined to humor her ambition with some legitimate sympathy even if it is to his own ends, would defuse or strike off her self-destruction even more catastrophically remains to be said.

Going northerly by any means is probably going to be a bother since the [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4609699]Covenant of the Worm[/url] offer a hazardous mess of reavers and a wandering bestiary of vampire gribbles, but whatever you do, just route around the orcs of the [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4609467]Red Empire.[/url] They turn humans into meat-puppets on sight and on principle. And if you decide to route south & stop off with the [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4635849]bogslav druids and ghost-knights,[/url] don't eat, drink or lick anything the locals wouldn't, because it won't end well. And don't get eaten, drunk or licked by anything they wouldn't either (which is most probably everything with few exceptions) because that also won't end well. Considering the [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4611835]feudal vampires[/url] and semi-nomad centaurs (pardon the lack of sheet link, Willy wasn't/isn't quite done) you might just want to go by boat as long as you can pay off the right bands of corsairs, because overland travel in this era is slow even if you've got horse or camel to go by. Then again, that's a long time to develop an arc.

I say keep that self-destructive psychological timebomb in there, and work your way through the interesting and esoteric peoples doing something or other, after the flight from her house. Following the strange call of her steel, infused with that tiny bit of Daigon's pseudo-being and lingering will. There's no timeline discrepancy between Heirs and Servants that I know of, so unless you're referring to her post-takeover state, you shouldn't worry about her having already self destructed; Daigon is long stone cold dead in both, and she can be as far or as shortly along her path as you like. Determine along the way whether she should explode or not.