(Riley tearing a hole in the heavens, then ripping deeper, deeper, till she can reach another world, then slingshotting so hard through the gap, it snaps closed)
Riley was overflowing with power. She felt all of reality shying back from her wrath, and knew... It was right to be afraid. She reached out with arms half phantasmal, half physical, and grasped the heavens themselves. She held whimpering space in her grip... She tore. She screamed and ripped and bit and clawed. This universe took everything. All to "balance" her existence? She would not have it. She finally found it. The right universe. She tore the hole wide enough to fit her, and flexed her wings, struggling as far back as she could.... She launched herself through the rift.
The feeling was... Impossible. Calming, yet terrifying, wrathful, yet joyous. But most of all, even as her power roared in her veins, she felt a choice come upon her. Stay, and give up her godhood, taking a second chance? Or keep tearing, keep avenging all she had known...
She silently begged she made the right choice as her power fled her.
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Nightshade; Pour It Out
FantasyA divergence from the "original" timeline has occurred, due to Riley Leukhardt's Earth shattering power, coupled with one tragedy too many. Author's Note: This is coupled with the Novella, Nightshade, and is effectively a sequel. This story can most...
