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[color=darkred][h1][b]Anu'Varr[/b][/h1][/color]

[color=darkred][i][b]She Who Is Scarred, The Curse Bringer, The Devil Maker[/b][/i][/color]

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[center]Interacting with:[@Dealdric][/center]

Anu listened to the man speak, her anger ever growing to the tipping point. Did Dirka really think this human was capable of meeting with her? That it could talk without respect with one she had made a pact with? There was no formalities here, only insults and ignorance. Why the Muse had chosen him as an envoy was without reason to her, and painted a very poor picture for any future relations. 

Then she looked to these 'Arch-Fiends' and found only disgust in their making. They were abominations even in her own eyes, and not ones she would ever have wanted. She also had a suspicious feeling that Dirka had required these test subjects from another God, and such a thing would only complicit herself. Was Dirka being clever, or was she truly just a fool?

As the man finished speaking, his arrogance and pride did not go unnoticed to Anu, who had stood her ground over the man. He smiled cruelly, asking her to forgive her sibling? Her face twisted into rage, for forgiveness was not in her vocabulary and that had been the final straw. His hubris would be his own undoing.

She lifted her hand to strike him down, but stopped. Death was no good for this one, he had even said it himself. She would not be able to use his body in anyway. So dropped her hand, and instead began to smile in her own wicked way. A smile so perverse and cruel it would hve broken the mind of any lesser human.

She spoke with a silvery voice now, hiding her anger, [color=darkred]"Smite you? No, that would be far too easy...You deserve a greater punishment for such insolence."[/color] So Anu outstretched her hand, and cursed the man before her.

This curse was a cruel one, born from Anu's own anger. She spoke with a cruel laugh, [color=darkred]"I curse you, dear human. You shall never again be able to cast magic without it ripping apart your soul, piece by little piece. And when you are nothing but a husk of your former self, you will remember this moment that brought you to that point, forever and ever until you are but dust in the wind. And then, you will reincarnate and have it happen all over again, retaining all memories of the experience. So laugh and smile all you want child, for even without speaking, what good is a magician who cannot use magic?"[/color] Anu stated, then a very large portal opened up at the back of the room. Large enough to fit all he had brought with him.

[color=darkred]"Tell your Goddess, our pact is over. Tell your goddess, it is by my own benevolence that you might live a bit longer. And tell my sister, that you brought this upon her. Now, I cast you out of Osarion, you and all magician kind are barred from entry under penalty of death. Farewell."[/color]

With a flick of her wrist, the portal began to suck the golems, the archfiends, and the man into it. Try as they might, the pull was to great to fight against. They would end up on an island on the opposite side of the world, far, far from home. The portal then shut, leaving the odd band in silence.

Back in Osarion, Anu sat upon her throne once more and shut her eyes. She sighed out loud, [color=darkred]"Such a day... such a day."[/color]