The collective stood, arguing and discussing over who was least supportive of Chaos, and who deserved to be tied to a noose and sentenced to life in Thanatos.
Then suddenly, all voices fell quiet. An ominous light glimmered in their midst... and it was an energy they all knew and feared.
Where had previously been the Book, passionately arguing its love for bardiches and how adorably cute they were (a sentiment a few begrudgingly mirrored), stood now a young child.
But this child was none other than Caladbolg, the ruler of all Chaos over even the Regis.
"You all think this is some kind of game?" His question went unanswered. Caladbolg hung his head.
A deathly tension was in the air, and none dared speak. None but Caladbolg.
"I see. So that's how it is. You will remain silent even as I show myself? Even as I condemn you, you will not speak?!" His voice raised into a furious yelling.
Then, suddenly, he lifted a palm. He snapped his fingers. And laughed.
A great maelstrom of energy blasted into the collective, causing various members to duck away or shield themselves.
The only one who did not... was Empress Iffrita. She stared wide-eyed at the beams of energy shooting about. The beams of energy destroying the castle. The beams of energy that seemed to aim for her, missing her only by an inch.
But I... above all, I am the Empress of Chaos! She could not stand and watch this unfold. The Empress moved. The only sound was that of surging energy, and the clacking of Iffrita's heels on the marble floor.
There was no hesitation. No more pause. "Though I tried to destroy Chaos, I only wished to rebuild," she mumbled, her words causing eyes already wide to go even wider. "But I shall not stand for such wholesome destruction!"
Caladbolg cared little. Caladbolg simply laughed as his rays continued to whirl around her.
"I engage now the duties attributed my rank." Iffrita raised an artifact of magical strength. It surged. A blinding flash.
When everyone could see again, Iffrita stood silent as a statue. Then she crumbled, and her crumbs crumbled, until she was nothing more and had disappeared forever. In her final act, she remembered what she lived for. If only she had applied that to the rest of her life.
Caladbolg erased the existence known as Empress Iffrita, the Faithful Empress.
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