Thread: To thunder against the heavens (Alexander and Crvenqueenie)

Ailis had been alive since the dawn of humans, her power and influence had shifted the very course of their history. She had even coupled with a few worthy mortals over those centuries, though not many had garnered her notice. Of course those couplings had produced offspring and some even still lived to this day. Most had lived out their natural lives and benefited from her favor. Some had met early ends by gods or great beasts, but none had fallen to a human. Until that day. Ailis felt the loss long before her attendant came to her with the news. She had felt the fear and despair, had heard her screams and pleas, all before the flames engulfed her. Sorrow had wracked her, but she, like all other deities, was forbidden from aiding her kin directly. Her attendant entered the pillared halls of Ailis' realm to find dark storm clouds surrounding the usually pristine landscape. Ailis, in her true form, was draped over a sculpted bench, seeming to be devoid of light. Her attendant, a lowly goddess who had garnered her favor, gently placed a hand upon her. Below, in the human realm, rain had begun to pour in torrents, cooling the fire that had engulfed her daughter and leaving behind a charred corpse, stuck in mid-scream. It was a horrific sight, but one that would remain until the ends of the earth. Soon screams of agony rose up around the village as the local children dropped dead, blood spilling from their lips. The local women also had their eggs ripped from their bodies causing unimaginable pain. Punishment for the death of her daughter, their charge. This happened almost immediately after she had breathed her last breath, before the men had retreated. Ailis pulled herself from her despair and walked towards a pool filled with a silver liquid. Her attendant followed behind and produced a jug which she then filled with the liquid. Ailis glided over to a pedestal that held a golden basin and waited as her attendant poured the contents of the jug into the basin. The liquid, once fully poured, stilled immediately and became a mirror like surface. Ailis dipped a long finger in to the liquid, causing ripples to spiral out from where she touched. The scene of her daughters death formed before her, having happened only moments ago in the human realm. The man who had slain her seemed to either hold an innate ability to kill or he had prior knowledge to the workings of the gods. Already she could see her daughters powers flow to him, the invulnerability to most attacks, a blessing she herself had bestowed. Her attendant spoke beside her. It appears this mortal has been attempting to challenge you. Ailis turned her eyes towards her attendant before looking back to the mortals dark features. Yes, he has. I suppose this is one way of getting my attention. Her attendant nodded her agreement and was about to speak again when Ailis held up a hand. Leave me. I do not wish to be disturbed. Her attendant bowed before departing from her realm. Ailis was the most prominent goddess in the pantheon, but there were rules even for her. Even though she wanted to, she could not take his ill-gotten powers from him, nor could she harm him directly now. Of course there were other ways to kill him, he wasn't completely impervious to harm, only that from normal, man-made weapons. Still, per their laws she could not exact her revenge directly. It was an infuriating law, but one that had to be upheld. Ailis had sent her attendant away so she could meet with the mortal. She saw him standing in front of her daughter still, the fire still in his hand. Time flowed differently in her realm than it did in the humans and, while much time had passed for her, only minutes had below. She reached in to the basin that held the image of her daughter and the mortal and touched his mind, pulling him in to unconsciousness. Then she walked to the pool and dipped her entire form in to it. The mortal, who's name she learned was Cyncus when she entered his mind, now found himself in large meadow, filled with white anemone flowers. It was a heady scent that both soothed and enticed. Surrounding the field, however, was dark storm clouds that seemed on the verge of a terrible barrage. On the other end of the field was a woman, stunning in her appearance. She had long, flowing locks of red hair that resembled the flames of fire and sea foam green eyes that seemed to pierce through him. She had a toned, but curvaceous body with perky breasts the size of melons, a thin waist, and thick birthing hips. She wore gossamer robes that did little to hide her rosy nipples and the light patch of red above her sex. The woman started to approach him from across the field, but in two blinks she was in front of him, her form almost glowing. She had a heavy presence, but moved with such lightness it was like she was gliding. And when she spoke it seemed to cover his very being. You called for me, mortal.