[center]
[img]https://orig00.deviantart.net/166b/f/2018/132/3/a/larwensymbol_by_crowconuts-dcbboct.png[/img]

[color=maroon][h1]Anu'Varr[/h1][/color]

[color=maroon]The Scarred One[/color]

Interacting with: [@Rune_Alchemist]
Mentions: [@ReusableSword][@Archangel89][@Lmpkio][@A Lowly Wretch][/center]

[hr]

Slowly Anu regained her senses, shedding most of the fear that plagued her heart of hearts. It was a difficult process to overcome, but Anu’s domain called for it. It compelled her after all. She was the Goddess of Devilry, not some wretch like Oao whose fear was all crippling. Whose very fear compelled her to live in darkness, avoiding everyone as if they were a plague. This did not suit Anu, for she was the Devil! And she would not be confined by her fear!

She stood up, her red eye’s now gleaming with hatred as they gazed at the spire. She wanted to destroy it, to make it cease from existence. It would be futile in the end she realized, for fear would always exist no matter the shape or form it took and the power to destroy the Spire she had not. Perhaps several of her siblings could do so, but not all of them were here.

Anu turned her gaze away from the spire, to look and see if any of her siblings fared better. She saw Hyperion, a bastion of all that was holy, standing tall in the thick of it. Why he was there, Anu did not know. The minute she had found of his existence, Anu knew she would always hate him. Trying to eradicate a fundamental aspect of the universe was pointless. You cannot have darkness without light, for powers beyond her dictated it. 

Next her gaze fell upon Naswaru, he stood upon the edge of the pit just as she did. His form changed a little, his skin a grey like her own. It seemed he too had stepped into the sphere of influence and rejected the power within. 

Then she saw Iarus, and her mood soured further. The Father of Lies, God of Deception, was bathing in the fear, letting it consume him. His alteration was apparent, Anu could see he had openly embraced the new power before him. She had never been particularly fond of him, but because of this, she would hate him for all of eternity. A God of Fear was going to be a nuisance for her, and all her siblings, she could feel it. Something would be done about it, this she would make certain. 

Having seen quite enough of the Spire, Anu ripped reality apart and stepped into the portal before her. Realities fabric resealed itself, and Anu was gone from the spire. She found herself in her throne room in an instant, before her the Succubus were having fun with Elaria. They turned to Anu, looking at her new body with shocked expressions. She instead ignored them, grabbed her bone goblet and walked over to the blood pool. She paused when she saw her reflection in the crimson.

She was so mesmerized with her appearance, that it took Calli’s voice to break the spell that held her gaze.

“Mistress! Please answer me!” Calli pouted.

Anu turned her head to look at the Succubus. Calli wore an expression of concern. [color=crimson]”What is it Calli?”[/color] she said at last.

“Anu, what happened? You’ve been staring at yourself for a long time now. We though something might be wrong.” Calli said softly.

[color=crimson]”I am fine. The Spire altered my appearance, that is all. The power it wielded… I could not control it. It would have consumed me in the end I think.”[/color] Anu mumbled.

“This is good to hear. You were always beautiful to us Mistress, now even more so. I especially enjoy your eyes my Lady, I feel as if I could swim in them forever.” She whispered.

[color=crimson]”Mhm. Very good Calli, your words please me after the events of today. Shall we retire to my chambers?”[/color]
Calli blushed, shifting her body like a giddy child. “I would enjoy that mistress but there is something you should see first.”

Anu titled her head, another surprise?

[hr]

Anu was led down flights of stairs, to the very entrance of the castle by her small entourage of followers. The succubi were giggling as ever, and Elaria had elected to continue her divine mission, so had left them. 

Calli had explained a group of lesser Demons had interrupted their fun with Elaria to bring them some news. A strange winged creature had shown up before the Gates of the castle, screeching very loudly. Almost like a baby bird wanting something to eat. They had deduced it wanted to see her, and every attempt to get close had met with a hiss. 

Though her followers were fearsome, it seemed they had been bested. It was almost sad really. The black gates were open, and as Anu gazed down at the creature from the top of the steps, it was a strange creature to be sure. No face visible either, which was most interesting. She told her followers to stay the top, and Anu floated down the steps to meet the creature.

In its hand, it held a scroll. A piece of parchment she could only assume was for her own eyes. Now within a few feet of the creature, she held out her hand, waiting for the letter to be delivered.