Book 3: Chapter 87
Lulliba
“I WOULD NEVER KILL MY CHILD!” He screamed, getting darker with every word…“THAT YOU EVEN SUGGEST THAT SHOWS YOUR TRUE COLORS!” he pointed a red glowing clawed finger.
Me and Lia looked at each other. We may not see eye to eye, but she’d made efforts to *try* to do better… Without shared words, we both tried stopping this.
“My mate, don’t.” I said to try and soothe him, but the look he gave me was one I’d never seen before.
His eyes held no color.
Arviel brought out the old Horned One… primordial… the man who lacked emotion… the Destroyer, and Arviel, the Sun, the Life-giver…. As opposing forces… to be so close to them was not a good idea. An accident is bound to happen.
“Stay Out of this Lulliba!” He said harshly. There was no love nor care as he marched to his foe, so engrossed with fighting over our grandson, that I was put in my place….
They both held the same confrontational energy… and I’d been dismissed… I was dismissed in the same tone he’d give to an unfavorable servant…
“Husband stop this!” Yelled Lia, being pushed to the side since they were both marching like steam trains to each other. She ended up falling on me, since I was too close too…. It really was an honest accident.
I don’t even think they saw *where* we were in relation to them to be fair, yet it did not matter.
It was so minor, a simple ‘excuse me’ would have been fine, but Lia fell right on top of me, losing her balance… We were both surprised, getting only the smallest, already healed scrape, but it was not enough to stop either of them from blowing their top. My arm was fine, and so was Lia’s shoulder… her bark was already back.
The sky was half the darkest night, and the brightest day…. With lightning of every color striking all around in between…
“LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE!” Zuviel screamed as if he had nothing to do with it…
And he locked me away. My own mate imprisoned me….
He placed me inside a cage I could not loose, and it was *dark* here. His magic is cold and cruel… in here I felt his anger as if I’d roused it…. I felt as if I was being shown my place again… That I was being punished for daring to speak up… I am no mate. I am a haram slave in an expensive robe.
I birth his army.
I birth his soldiers that they may pull apart the innocent… So long as I’m a good little goddess I can make my wolves…
/There, you are safe dear./ With magic, the message was given, yet I held my knees… how *small* this cage was, smaller than the one I was placed in before.
Colder.
I will not panic here.
I panicked.
“YOU WOULD HAVE SLIT HER THROAT.” Father screamed at the absolute top of his lungs. He copied Zuviel, but Lia had not been imprisoned like I had…. She felt safer inside the light barrier….
I felt afraid.
“You KNOW I would not do such a thing!” Zuviel countered….
Arviel did that to keep her out of it, to protect her in case Zuviel took Lia as a hostage… but it didn’t matter…. I could see Lia start to become upset herself, but she looked more like she was realizing that she held no real power either…
“ENOUGH!” Boomed my eldest son, teleporting with fire coming from his breath… It made a circle of clear sky between the unnaturally night and light sky….. “You cannot fight over souls already Bought And Paid For.”
He is the Judge…. It is his right to stop them… where I cannot.
“Boy get out the Fucking Way.” Said Zuviel…. His form changed…. He became…. Just darkness.
I always hated that form…. He used to be so …. evil. When you have no face, there’s no monster to look in the mirror back at you…
My moonlight is swallowed by that form….
His true colors are that of the void… there is no love in his heart…. Not in that shape.
He was the silhouette of a hooved horned man, while Arviel was pure light…. If not for Xaxas imprisoning both me and Lia…. They’d have continued.
…. Now within the magic of Judgment… I wasn’t cold, but I was now captured by my son…
My own child. It takes 750,000 years of pregnancy, one I hid… to birth him. To raise him… a million years is only a year for godlings… We watched tectonic plates move on the island Zuviel hid us on…
That’s where he made Zytherian… Kusare…. And met Asanguis.
I was beaten for loving my son… and my mate. I was stolen and forced to hide anything and everything offered that reminded me of how happy a child he was. How I hid him from this world’s truth as long as I could, nursing him with all I had… letting him become a man.
Seeing him destroy the world… He burned Lia to her cambium layer for me…
I watched him pull tendons out the souls of the Living to tell him where the keys to my original prison were held….
All that War…
All the Light And Night Court Hatred.
For nothing.
To be put in a cage by my own child. His magic feels as if I am in trouble…. That *I* am the one fighting for children not my own…
I am probably not even his mother in his eyes… Zuviel made him his greatest monster….
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” They both screamed at the same time.
“Killing them BOTH, since NEITHER of you deserve such gifts.” Said Xaxas. “If either of you so much as lay a Finger on the other, I will end Both your wives, not that you care.”
“Son…” I…I thought he’d come to save me…
I thought he’d come to make peace.
Even the children I birth do not value me it seemed.
“I do this for Peace. If there is no Urth, there are no grandchildren to fight over. If there is no Moon, there is no Urth… Do you understand?” He said coldly…. I knew my son… He really would have done it. His sword was already out….
I remember when Zuviel made it with his soul… I remember how happy he was the 1st time he swung it… He accidently made Cubah.
Now it was meant for my neck. The only son I got to raise would be the one who killed me.
“Then I renounce my desire for the boy.” Scoffed Arviel. “I will make someone of use.”
“That’s what you’re good at.” Said Lia. “I suppose I am the one to birth it, or do you want another*mortal*.” She hissed, but I could tell she was terrified of her own husband now…
“I would never.” He said a little hurt. “I did what I did for your safety.”
“For your own ego.” She growled. “For ego and pride! Look at Lulliba!” She pointed.
“Mother forgive me…. It was literally the 1st and most outrageous thing I could think of.”
The moment I was taken out of my prison I ran home. I hadn’t made a home yet in my realm… I hadn’t had the time to figure out what I wanted…. But now I want to be unseen. My afterlife I tried SO hard to maintain was tarnished… even on the darkest nights, even when I was beaten, threatened, shunned… I kept my afterlife shining silver and sparkling to keep my little ones happy…. That they were free… That they could be happy…
But now it looked like I felt.
Like disregarded silverware.
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