Sevril-Narge the great bug goddess decided the rifts had aged just enough, the crust of the worlds that linked worlds felt done to a perfection and anyway, she sensed the other deities waking up. She tensed herself and thrust upward, sending an entire hillside flying off as rubble and sending herself several hundred feet into the air. The rift felt cool after being in the crust below for so long, but she enjoyed being back in the open air again. Sevril settled back onto the drab grey soil and looked herself over, it had been a long time since she'd looked at her own body.
Most of the creatures who knew of her existence would have described Sevril as evil, the creatures she created as putrid caricatures of natural existence. Sevril though considered that in her infinite life she had seen just about everything life could do and she hated it, all life, right down to the very last microbe. Her delight would be to wipe lesser life forms out entirely and leave just the creatures who mattered, but the Multiverse would never allow her to do that. Sevril was clever though, very clever and the concept of having an infinite life and yet still dimly remembering her own creation, gave her no problems at all.
She looked at her tail and shook off the loose soil, then she rubbed her front claws over her four muscular legs, before using them to clean her horns. There were picture of Sevril on worlds she'd never visited, drawn by strange creatures during times of extreme visions. In all the pictures Sevril was depicted as the ultimate evil, the darkest in a very dark Multiverse.
"Presents," she muttered, "I can't go to Mendera without gifts."
The deity moved herself to the rift she had created, the rift where the sheer number of her new Dracc staggered her. Her Dracc creators had been busy over the millions of years and the Dracc were so numerous that they seemed to fill the rift entirely. Sevril had to tread on several hundred of the creatures and destroy them, just to get close to her chaos creatures, her Dracc creation machines.
"Cease your work," She said to the creature, "I have other tasks for you."
There was no response, the chaos creature just carried on assembling the back legs of another Dracc. Sevril touched the creature and sensed no individual awareness, tasked with a mundane repetitive role for so long, the creature had gone mad and its essence had long since departed. Perhaps the extra arms she'd given it had caused distress ? Sevril reached out and almost destroyed it, but it still carried out the construction process perfectly, so Sevril left it alone and approached the second of her chaos creatures.
"Do you still sense my presence ?" She asked.
This one was the female, the brighter of the two and Sevril remembered having trouble getting the conditioning to take. The creature stopped assembling a Dracc and looked at Sevril, there was an intellect in the eyes and something more, hate, yes pure hate had sustained her for all those millions of years.
"I hear you."
The conditioning had gone, she knew who she was and realised she was imprisoned, carrying out the same task over and over because it was locked into her very DNA.
"I need gifts, important gifts, will you produce them for me ?"
The hate was in the eyes, this one wanted to escape, but only after killing her. The creature raised one of her five arms and wiped her brow for the first time in many millions of years.
"I will create whatever you require, with all my skills and to the highest quality. But your Dracc fill this rift, there are already too many. I ask that once your gifts are ready that you give me the release of death."
Sevril used her tail to destroy many of the Dracc, she needed space to wait while her gifts for Mendera were created.
"You have my word. Create what I require and I'll end your life."
Sevril lowered herself so that her head was on a level with the female chaos creature and she began describing exactly what she desired the creature to create.
