Chaos Bound in Blood

Birth of Ifrinn (The Song of all Hells)

In the end, they wanted to raise children that would not partake in any bloodshed. In the end, all this was too much even for people without a conscience. They wished no more death. They wished their brethren stopped ending their own lives. So, in the end, they betrayed the Mother. But she would forgive them—she was lusting for blood, but she was forgiving. Pure as they were, this would be the one act to taint the lives of Elouana and Catorna. But they had had enough, they tried to repair all Anderquina did and it never worked.

Elouana let the spirit thrive inside the body and Catorna granted its pass into The Skies when the body would grow too weary to contain it anymore. All was balanced until Anderquina woke up. She was supposed to heal, preserve the body for the soul to thrive—but that only consumed her powers. Instead, she resorted to killing as it made her the more powerful, so powerful she had to pour her power into other people, her personal cronies—they became her and they looked like her too. She had been mesmerizing once—golden hair and caramel skin, eyes the variation of an amethyst—just to become so sinister now, with her hair white as nothing else was white, her eyes scarlet from all the blood she had spilled and her skin deadly pale.

The evines surrounded her in the center of Cathbharra, Elouana and Catorna standing opposite to one another. The two sisters channeled their power into Anderquina's underlings. Magic coursed through them and Earth shook, the Skies trembled and Anderquina's wide eyed gaze was divided in between her sisters. A shriek emerged from her chest, piercing the Earth beneath their feet and tearing all that was above as the evines and her own siblings spilled their blood on the floor, cutting deep gashes into their palms and inched towards her, cornering her, crowding her until she had nowhere left to run. But laughter overtook her, a harsh cacophony the evines wouldn't have considered possible to erupt out of the Mother's own throat. Something in Elouana's chest split in half as she beheld her own baby sister, Catorna's breath was stuck in her chest and golden tears streamed down their paled cheeks. All raised their hands, magic spilling from their fingertips and into Anderquina that still laughed and shrieked her foreboding cry. Earth cracked beneath her feet, starting to swallow her whole, absorbing her and her malignant magic.

"I will still take from you. You will never be rid of me. You cannot escape me, for I am you! All of you—even you, cunning Lou and sweet Cat— and you are me. You are giving me a home, yet another place to thrive. Think not this is how I end. I am eternal and you," she bellowed as she gawked at her evines with her bloody gaze, "you have the magic of Life first and foremost and thus you shall live, live eternal lives. You will forever be my deflation and I will become your dream, even if it's a nightmare and I will still pour into you. You shall not be rid of your Mother."

It rained as lightning forked through the cloud bloated skies and the evines all trembled. As stone absorbed the Mother, smothering her laughter, the Sky turned scarlet, reminiscent of her heavenly magic that turned deadly. Elouana knew they now became the opposite of sanctimonious, although that was what they wished to be. They buried their own sister. She was right—they would never be rid of her, the evines will forever have her powers, but at least now they could choose how to use it—give life, or end lives. They would help them, but not for long. They were now tainted and their presence cursed the lives of all that lived here, above and now below, in Ifrinn. They will be gone and they will only leave their essence behind.

"Zephyr, my love", Elouana whispered, her voice barely a croak. Her heart somersaulted when she saw understanding wash over Cat's face. "My love, we have been here enough. We shall sleep now, my heart."

"Yes, my Lou, we will sleep. Forever together, at last," Zephyr answered only for Elouana's own ears to hear.

Catorna cried Anderquina's blood tears and watched in horror. It needed to be over, only because of Anderquina's meddling in between The Skies, the other Gods and mortals. She would argue for them to leave a slither of their powers to mortals, she wished to live on, to love as Elouana had loved. She would be forever alone, much alike Andie. She prayed that there was something greater than the Gods themselves, intertwined with their spirits, more precious than oxygen itself. Because starting now, the Gods would be dead. Who shall be divine now?