[center][b][h2]The Monarch of All[/h2][/b]


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Yudaiel did not gradually awaken from her dreaming. In one moment she drifted here and there, witnessing and experiencing visions as they came, but in the very next moment she suddenly seized control once more. Something was not right, she sensed; and it demanded her attention immediately. The Great and All-Seeing Eye focused once again, no longer staring lazily into nothing, only to find the entirety of its field of vision obscured by one great, gaping wound. [i][b]Him.[/b] His wound.[/i]

Before her was the Monarch of All, looming on the precipice of the boundary of the densest part of her vastness -- the ball of her eye -- and casting His shadow squarely down upon her pupil. At least she hadn’t kept Him waiting for more than a moment!

Yudaiel’s reception was neither icy nor warm; she knew that He would come, and of course knew His purpose, and even had an idea of His intentions. So without blinking or betraying any surprise, the Lady of Far and Near met his gaze and allowed him to speak first.

[b][i]”Yudaiel, ever the source of trouble within this realm of mine.”[/i][/b]

The Monarch of All’s voice rang through the entirety of Yudaiel’s perception, the voice had booked with a ferocity and a disdain that made itself evident the more the voice reverberated. There was a scorn as the Monarch of All did nothing but stare upon the eye of Yudaiel, a barren face casting anger upon the goddess. One of His hands bared four dagger-like claws capable of shredding space itself, a weapon capable enough to slay gods without thought or issue, even with their divinity. His voice came about reality once more, a voice wrought with a seeming hate manifested in her very being.

[b][i]”Tell me, Prescient, do you know what you have done by utterly destroying that little goddess of luck?”[/i][/b]

Her ideabstractions answered Him with a clarity and eloquence that primitive words could not:

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From oblivion there erupted an icy expanse, a primordial glacier with no edge. This was land dead and quiet save for the lamentations of the wind, and for a single lonely fruit that had fallen from the sun. Where the fruit rested upon the ice, the howling winds were tamed by its citrusy fragrance and burning heat.
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[i]This humble lemon was like a god itself, borne from Heaven’s own garden down into the frigid and desolate wastes below, and so it carried the sun’s xanthous and warm aspect.[/i]
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Warmth and life sprung forth from the glowing rind of that aural fruit, and about it lifeless ice was made water. But then, a fattened insect descended from the sky; it too had perhaps come from the sun above, but its nature -- maybe even intention -- was not so noble or so good. It fell right upon the lemon with haste, and then it dug its maw into the rind and began burrowing into the fruit, devouring the crop’s succulent flesh and drinking its juices. The advancing pool of water began to recede and freeze once more as the sacred fruit’s radiance diminished, and when the insect had finally finished its gorging, there was nothing left besides the glacier, and then even the wretched bug shivered and began to succumb to an icy death, for there was now nothing to offer it warmth.

Lightning descended from the moon high up in the roof of the world and smote the bug down before it had the chance to die a natural death, and only then was a new fruit able to climb down from the heavens to bring life and warmth. Other insects tried to come, but they were burnt by the moon’s radiance before they could ruin that which had been prescribed; those insects were anathema to the fruit, immiscible as oil and water, more paradoxical and opposing than fire and cold, than even night and day.

Freed from corrupting influences, in time the glacier was conquered. The sublime fruit melted and warmed all, and life sprung out from a thawed land that had been buried below the ice. The husks of the countless smitten bugs were either left forgotten or found and devoured by those fish that dwelled now in the water, those birds in the air, or those scavenging mice on the land.[/color]

The Monarch of All scoffed, turning His head away from the goddess before forcing Himself to gaze down upon Yudaiel once more. The gaze was stern, unrelenting from the oppressive nature that the Ruler of the Gods emanated. The claws flexed ever eagerly, tracing His skin gingerly as He allowed her ideabrstractions settle within His mind as He pondered over the images and visions. It was soon done though as the Monarch of All’s voice rippled through the nearby space once more, his tone wrought with disgust and anger.

[b][i]”You had gone too far in your total destruction of Asheleven, for you had done one of the only things that I cannot overlook. The others have yet to come beckoning for my judgement upon your murder, but know that you should be groveling at my feet to not be destroyed by my hand, Yudaiel.”[/i][/b]

[color=9966CC]The Monarch’s lofty disdain was palpable, a fog of gilded clouds so dense that it obscured all of the whimsical ideabstracted landscape for a moment before Yudaiel could shape it. The white became wool, and the gold horns; where there had been mist there was now a vast herd of bleating sheep that surrounded the ever-present lemon.

A moon and a sun both hung juxtaposed over the sky. The moon cared little for the sheep’s din and cast its eye somewhere else, and yet the sun began drooping in the heavens, stooping down to listen to their insipid cries…

A fiery flash obliterated that entire world, though not so quick that the immolated sheep couldn’t let loose a few tormented wails of agony. A barrage of sights manifested within the resulting void: there were landscapes and lifestorms twisted and misshapen, hideous and neglected, altogether unworthy, but last came a magnificent jewel grander than any other -- that once-immaculate moon -- which rivalled even the sun.[/color]

And there it was Yudaiel’s own pride that grew so potent, so substantial, that it seemed to speak. [i]‘Look upon the splendor of my work, the precision of my hand,’[/i] it whispered, [i]‘and pay no heed to the bleating of jealous others. You need not even hear any of their cries against me, much less listen. You owe them nothing. You already guard them from what lies… [b]beyond.[/b]’[/i]

Ah, but perhaps she had gone too far, said too much! In planting such thoughts into one’s mind as they were overwhelmed by an ideabstraction, it was a subtle touch that was needed, and there in the end she had slipped. He would know now that she had seen much, perhaps [i]too[/i] much.

The Monarch latched onto those final words and the ideabstraction ceded control before His will; He cast His glare into the heart of the Prescient, and reluctantly, she bared the memory of what she had just Seen in her dreams, of the wooden god, the four-eyed demon, the terrible eye that lurked between the stars, and also of her hatred towards Iqelis and unyielding desire to see him not mercifully shattered, but tortuously bent and broken and twisted to her will. All of that lucid dream’s contents she surrendered then and there, and He saw it in details more vivid than life itself.

The claws seemed to retract as the Monarch of All watched the memories, His eyes unmoving from her core as the visions leapt from one to the other before they ended swiftly enough. A sigh emanated from Him as His hands dropped to His side, looking past Yudaiel and upon her damaged moon, seeing how she, much like Him with the Divine Palace, desired a place to watch Galbar and the space beyond. Perhaps, in a moment of thought, the great Monarch of All stayed His hand as He was shown the similarities that Yudaiel shared with her progenitor. He shifted in place, folding His arms together as a singular breath was loose. Yet, He knew that He could not merely leave Yudaiel to go unpunished, lest the other gods begin defying His will.

In a silent and tense second of thought, the Monarch of All turned His back to Yudaiel in order to gaze upon Galbar, His realm. The view from the moon was a beautiful one, not as bright as the Divine Palace but showing the planet from a different angle that He could appreciate. He immersed Himself in the view, allowing Himself to be lost in what had been created, before His eyes found themselves staring upon where Yudaiel had attacked Asheleven. Even from the Divine Palace, He could feel the impact that had shaken the prison. Turning His head to Yudaiel once more, the Monarch of All spoke in a calmed voice.

[b][i]”You cannot be unpunished. As such, you will promise me that you will stay confined to this moon, under oath of death. I expect to hear you promise me, no visions, no memories.”[/i][/b]

The words might have tumbled out from the mouth of any other given the circumstances, but for Yudaiel, speaking was not so easy. She had never even used her voice before! In a sense, she [i]had[/i] no true voice, just as she had no body. To form the crude words, her mind gently reached out to grasp the moon, to caress the motes of dust adrift around them, even to brush against the Monarch himself. The Reverberation pushed and pulled at the matter, and the world was made to resonate and whisper her wavering first words, [sub]”I will vow it.”[/sub]

[i]No, too tremulous! Too weak![/i]

She spoke this time with a silent roar, a horrible telepathic clamor so potent that it pushed aside all others thoughts, and resounded clearly to any who turned their heads to the moon and listened: [color=9966CC]”I s̪͌ha̰͐ll͢͡ ̱̎div͈̋ô̠rc̆ͅe my͍͠ ͈̎touch f͉͋rom̧̒ ͖̓ṱ̀ḫ̌e ̡̋G̘̕al̛̞b̍͟ar̢̓'s surfȧ̦ce͇͝,͙́ an̼̄d r͖̀ȇ͙m̹̍aiņ̑ hè͓r͚̍e. Yoủ͚ ͇̘̱͑̃̇ḧ̨̡̲̪́͊̀͘ả̘͕̜͆̀vê̪̹̄ ̄͟m͖̠͙̊̌̈́y ̟̀w͔͑͐͜ò͎͎͈͕͌́͞rd̬̼͂̊.̠̼̘̈͑͒”[/color]

[hider=Summary]
Yudaiel awakens after those strange dreams that took place during the last Yudaiel-Iqelis collab. Monarch is floating right in front of her pupil, and He’s pissed about how she killed Ashevelen.

Yudaiel explains by saying that she did it to protect a lemon, and equates Ashevelen to a bug and everyone else to bleating sheep; she tries to make the Monarch understand that she and Ashevelen were opposing forces that simply could not coexist. She stokes his ego too, and uses telepathy to perhaps influence his thoughts.

Monarch still thinks she went too far, and that He must punish Yudaiel somehow lest the other gods think they can openly rebel and defy his will, and besides, those gods might be mad at Yudaiel and expect him to do something.

...but He comes to see things her way, and lets her off easy! Yudaiel is exiled to the moon, and made to actually [i]speak the words[/i] promising she’ll stay there. She does, but frustrated with how weak and tremulous her whisper of a voice was, she repeats the vow again with a telepathic ‘roar’ that other gods might even be able to hear from Galbar.
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Yudaiel begins and ends with 0 vigor. Broke girl. Nothing spent.[/hider]