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Posted on September 20, 2013 at 05:17:13 PM by LORRAINE
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| What poor, pitiful fool was this, who harboured the delusion that an omniscient goddess did not know them?
It was impossible to sneak up on divinity, even divinity with a pounding headache. Lorraine sensed the silent presence shadowing her and, her back to the beast, narrowed her pastel-blue eyes a fraction. She neither stopped nor slowed her pace, sparing the worthless worm not a second of undeserved time. If it continued to follow her so annoyingly beyond the next corner, she would turn it into a puddle and evaporate it. A part of Lorraine knew that premature aggressive action was unwise when she did not even know the name of the planet she was walking on, much less the identity of her antagonist, but a larger part did not care. She was a goddess, the omnipotent creator of space and time and matter; she would not be treated with such disrespect on this or any world. The irritating being does not appreciate her goodwill. It walked the shadow she cast along the side-wall, as if she couldn’t see it, and sent forth a ribbon of darkness to embrace the lower part of her dress which concealed her left leg. Without a pause to blink, Lorraine whipped around to face the fool, calling upon the northerly winds to throw it forcefully against the hard, cold, stone wall. The zephyr pushed her blonde curls back over her shoulders, framing her head like an angelic halo, and her eyes deepened to a sharper, blazing blue. No snivelling, worthless non-deity ever attacked Lorraine and lived to tell the tail. She thrust her hand forward, creating a cobweb of ice which began at the attacker’s feet and snaked up its body with alarming speed, interconnecting until its arms, legs and torso were pinned to the wall. Thinner sheets of ice formed webbing between the thicker tendrils, locking its body into place. There would be no protection against the freezing cold: its back was pushed hard into the solid stone, and its front was encased in glittering frozen water. The full process took only mere seconds, and only once it was done did Lorraine blink, take a step back and examine her handiwork. It was a young girl – possibly a teenager, possibly younger. Lorraine neither knew nor cared; she had next to no contact with children and preferred to keep it that way. Her clothes would protect her from ice burns, but not all of her was clothed. The corners of Lorraine’s mouth twisted into a very small, satisfied smile as her paling eyes lingered on the girl’s fingers, which were already beginning to colour a vibrant red. After red, they would gradually turn blue and finally black before dropping away like the droplets of a melting icicle. You wanted to show off your power, did you, little one? How sweet. What good are your shadows against the sharp, burning death-grip of Lorraine’s famous ice casing? “Oh dear,” she whispered softly, the words caressed in silvery honey tones. “Well, I suppose it is never a great shame to euthanize an eyesore.” goddess of russia; interspecies ambassador; hardcore bitch |
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