[b]Li-Li[/b]
Before sleep claims me I wrestle with an uncomfortable feeling. Shame. Shame at the fact that his words made me proud. He called me strong. He foresaw my terrible victory and rule over reality. I will do these things. But not because he foresaw. Because I did. I will rule. It is my birthright. And I will obliterate him. This is the lullaby that ultimately sings me to sleep. I will kill the one I once called father. 



[b]The First Lotus~ Castle Sanctus War Room~[/b]

I wrench my shoulder away from Omega. Wondering if I should rip the entire appendage free to avoid contamination. How dare he be so familiar as to touch me. I seethe at Zaakilo's words. Doing this for [i]our[/i] child he said. That thing was no love of mine.
My scythe is in my hand, called by my righteous rage. They've forgotten who they think they hold. I wonder if I should remind them. 

I could cut them all down. Omega would be a problem but I'd deal with him first. It wouldn't be the first time this scenario played out,but as soon as the thought enters it starts to ebb. I know the truth. To take them all would cost me this form; and I'm unsure if I'd be able to be recalled, due to Lilianna's current state. And Zaakilo would be left unchecked. 

Galen what have you left me with?  I curse him and the ground he hides under. I think of Lilianna. She summoned me, so my duty is to her. What would she wish? Not this. 

I narrow my eyes at each of the existences present, and practically hiss at a few. My eyes lock on Sin. Him being here both embolden and frightens me. He's the only one here who could make me follow my heart instead of lead with my head.  Sin. My Sin. My One.

Instead I round on Alistair. My scythe disappears but there's a storm at my back and it builds with my wrath.  I float on lightening and step gracefully down in front of him. 

" You. All of you. I stand in the midst of weak ego and even weaker willed puppets of a corpse. I am Mother to the air you breath and the space you taint. I am Creation. I am Life. Goddess in the face of an overwhelming infection trying to call itself a father. What has he done and what is his plan?" The storm backbuilds and the room grows dark save for the lightning of my wrath singing through the room.