King's huge frickin' book of randomness galore:The ultimate

Resolve

"....."

Now it was Rocke's turn to be silent. He just sat there, wordless, jaw grinding quietly, as if trying to scrounge up even a letter to muster out.

"Rocke....The hell is she talkin' about?"

Tanya piped up,  holding her critically injured wife in her arms. With the simplest of ease, Uni had crippled her. Badly. She was bleeding, and her arm and hand dangled under her uselessly. Needless to say, she wasn't in good shape.

"Yeah Rocke....What's up?"

Lucy came in next, coughing as she gripped her chest. 

"You got something to tell us?"

Scott.

In an instant, all eyes were on him.

The spotlight was shining hard, and it was right in Rocke's face.

"I...."

He sighed, his hard golden eyes softening as they began to lose a bit of their shine.

"I still love you Reya. Infinitely. More than anything."

The goddess smiled.

"Good. That's all I needed to hear from you. Now, let's-"

"But no. You hurt my people, Reya. Killed em'. Hundreds, thousands, of them. You hurt me. And you want me to just GIVE UP? When THIS is what happens when people give themselves to you? Is this what you want me to do, huh? This? You had a woman crippled for tryin' to stand up for her wife! Hell, worse if I hadn't shown up! And who knows who else is under your "reasoning"! How many after earth, huh? Huh? How many? Who's next? How many more of my worlds, my universes, my children, my works, are gonna pay for bein' alive? How many, Reya?"

She took a step forward, Uni doing the same.

"Rocke, you're-"

"And I ain't gonna find out without one helluva fight."

With that, he rose his hand, the earth underneath the goddess and her pet's feet raising around them, turning into a razor-sharp prison......

And then dropping.

Slowly, the god, or whatever he was, turned around, looking to the Vernons, all eyes once again on him.

"So....You must have some questions."