[b]“Light does not reach into the earth unless brought there. If you found a large enough cavern underground, far from the light… I could fill it with many things you could call your own.”[/b]

"I could call many things my own." She retorted. "I do not find my realm lacking." She hadn't even bothered looking away from the sight she beheld as she watched the scene at the tower with gripped interest. Just as she had prophesied the god of light was turned away by the power of the spire's aura. Further yet his attack hadn't even pierced the strange black force filling the stone spire, simply reflecting off of it while the power of fear beat down upon him like the oppressive heat of the sun.

[b]“you know how to find me if you wish to talk. I hope your day goes well.”[/b]

At that immediate moment her dark vessel turned, staring back upon the predator god with it's faceless gaze. While it had no face to express with her posture belied her astonishment and offense towards his words.

[i]He hopes my [u][b]Day[/b][/u] goes well!?[/i] She couldn't believe he would be so insensitive as to speak of her and the day in the same sentence. The day [i]never[/i] went well for her, that was just a basic fact of life.

[i]Clearly he's mocking me![/i] She concluded.

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And just like that he fled the scene. She hadn't even been given the chance to get in a word before he scuttled away to hide in one of his caves. They were shallow caves indeed for she'd never brook another god's realm exiting into her own. All that the sticky yet slick phlegm-like darkness covered was marked as her territory which she watched with persistent fervency. No, his caves led not into the heart of the earth nor did they connect with others quite like hers did.

It was infuriating. He had the gall to mock her and then leave, ruining her whole night. The worst part was that it wasn't even daytime so there was little other way she could take his words but as the viper-tongued mockery she believed it to be. Stewing she barely even glanced down at the self-destroyed golem before turning her sights towards the tower, passing over the letter entirely. Ahead of her she could she something far more important, an event so dire it's results could have lasting consequences for them all.

She watched as the spire's power receded much like the black which colored the rocks the spire was comprised of. By this point the color was halfway down the spire leaving the top of it a dull grey stone which was already beginning to crumble under it's own weight and fragile design. The twin strands were beginning to tighten together until they were nearly indistinguishable from one another.

This was it. Able to start moving into the resident darkness around the spire she was able to peak in through the smooth gaps which were scattered across the face of the spire like freckles on a face. The force protecting the spire's recession was picking up, growing faster the further it receded. Inside she could just barely see the strands woven into one thread, the light tightening into a single narrow strand. Ever watchful she could see the moment the black barrier receded completely from the spire. It was at that very moment the power that was feeding the light was cut from it's source. With the very power that fueled it gone the light shrank, dwindling down into the final product.

A single hair softly floated down the shaft, wafting to and fro on the steady air like a downy feather. It was a Divine Cord, the essence of fear softly radiating from the tiny string like warmth from a living body. It's tiny white light only illuminated a small distance around it casting it as a mote gently sinking into the deep dark pit.

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It was very dark. Having rid the area of everything right down to the very light of the moon it had made the spire very dark indeed. Even with the landscape and all other things rushing to occupy the void it had created through the fear the darkness held much of what was made empty, all the way down to the surface of the core.

She would not have Iarus reign over all fear. Her fears were not his to own. The power that birthed this Divine Cord illuminated that much for her. As it gently drifted like a baby upon it's transparent crib a dark hand was formed out from the darkness below, reaching up and clenching it's grasp upon it. Despite it's light the illumination proved little harm to the mass she shaped from the darkness.

Now in her possession the hand pulled back into the dark. She pulled the Divine Cord through the darkness itself to herself, closing off her direct link to the darkness in the crumbling spire's depths. The landscape filled the hole that surrounded the spire, burying the trees, shrubs, grass and anything else unlucky enough to be caught in the landslide. The top of the spire broke apart under the force of the winds while it's depths below were crashed into by so much earth, cracking it inwards and filling the hole within the spire as well. All that was left of the spire was a cracked crown of jagged stone sitting partially buried in the sinkhole it had created. What remained of the site was steeped in purest fear's lingering influence which likely held a transformative effect upon all it saturated.
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Meanwhile in the heart of Oao's realm she sat ensconced in the goopy darkness which plastered her entire realm, covering her like a soft shelled egg. In her little bony figured she clutched the Divine Cord, it's purest white light shining through the arguable large gaps in her grip like a captured firefly. Standing on the precipice of something wholly unfamiliar terror gripped her and not just because she held the fibre which embodied fear in it's purest state. She had no idea how these were even made let alone what they did. All she knew was that she held one in her body. She was afraid to let it go but she feared if she did something with it it could very well blow up in her face. Heck it's very touch could be effecting her thus placing her in a very gripping dilemma.

She opened her palms slightly and looked down upon the Divine Cord. Such a tiny thing, no larger than a hair pulled from a human's head, resting in her palms completely oblivious to the world around. How such a small anomalous fibre could hold so much power was stupefying. Staring into the soft white glow of the Divine Cord her gaze was drawn into it and something inside awakened. Much like how humans and beasts alike held instincts that guided many of their actions deities were no exceptions to this, only different in the inherent programming which guided them. She seemed to subconsciously understand what needed to happen, acting out of feeling over thought.

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Bringing the cord near her chest she let out a terrified squeak as something wholly unnatural to this form of hers. Her chest split open in the middle, her rib cage opening like a great maw lined with the long wicked fangs that were her ribs now freed of her sternum. Splayed open like the victim of a particularly strong axe her organs were on full display though thankfully her audience was naught but the darkness and the cold cavern air. Crawling out from her heart came her own Divine Cord, the cord of darkness wiggling out from it's hiding place like a courageous heart worm.

Floating up as though subject only to their own gravity the two Divine Cords slowly moved towards each other, drawn by each other's divinity. Stuck only able to watch with wide-eyed horror as the very essence of her being now paraded beyond the safety of her body she could only stare, no longer able to feel her body now that the true force that animated it was out and about. Her mind started to grow dark as the vessel which contained her consciousness retracted it's control of the body in preparation for what came next.

The two cords reached out to one another and slowly began to coil around one another in a manner not dissimilar to the way the Divine Cords were born, two cords twisting helically about as they sought to connect with each other.

The two Divine Cords would continue to dance for the span of ten days and ten nights, locked to conceive a linked whole on the same second of the same minute of the same hour as the time they first touched. In ten days at this very same hour of the night the sum would arise and take it's place in a new body shaped by both their essences, her old form left behind to rot away.

In ten days, the most vulnerable hours.