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[120] Scorn: The Reaction (part 1 of 3)
Wed Aug 6 11:52:45 2008
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The Goddess had lived forever in many mortals eyes. The woman was completely void of selfishness. She had dedicated her entire existence to that of peace. She had thousands of followers and even an entire church of devoted fanatics all preaching of peace in her name. Statues adorned cities and temples, paintings and symbols were worn on shields and crests. The Goddess was loved like no other by centuries of mortals who lived their entire lives praying to her, hoping to send t heir souls to her for eternity. Yet in Austinian's eyes, Kadiya was just a child. His child.

Ever since she was a child, Kadiya wept at the sight of violence and war. Now it was the worlds turn to weep and the heavens were soon to follow.

Austinian held Taliena as the couple wept. The parents had never even considered the thought of losing a child. After all, these beings were Gods and therefore immortal. Two of their three remaining children stared at their parents with tears flowing from their eyes. Kantilles and Siccara were both visibly shaken and offered what little comfort their emotions would allow them. The 3rd sibling, Nadrik, would only pace. Noticing how Nadrik increased the speed of his pace, Austinian kissed his wife on her forehead and then looked towards Nadrik.

"I know what you intend to do, my son, and now is not the time," Austinian said calmly.

Nadrik looked up at his father and then to his crying mother and then pointed at the lifeless body of Kadiya that lay before them. Anger filled his eyes as he looked to back his passive father.

"He killed my sister, YOUR DAUGHTER, and you want me to do nothing?" Nadrik looked to Austinian with both anger and a mild disgust, but he waited for Austinians answer patiently.

"You teach honor, Nadrik, not vengeance. " Austinians voice remained as calm as he could keep it. "Do you intend to abandon your ways now; when honor is needed more than ever before?"

Nadriks expression turned to that of a deep sadness. "It is honor that compels me to find Devion and rid Algoron and the rest of the worlds of him! It is honor that will not allow me to stand by and watch yet another one of us die! When we created this world we had all agreed to not wage war. This was a place for us all to co-exist and Necrucifer and his like has done nothing but interfere and try to tip the scales in their favor every since! They birthed a new child and then took one of yours, father. THEY TOOK MY SISTER!!" Nadrik finally began to weep, although slightly. "This is not vengeance, this is survival! And if I can get my hands upon Devion.. WHEN I get my hands upon that filth.. THEN everyone and everything is better off. Call it what you want, but I intend to kill Devion or die trying. I should have killed him long ago instead of just removing his hand!"

Nadrik turned around to leave but Austinians hand grasped Nadrik by the shoulder.

Austinians voice remained as calm as Nadrik had ever heard it. "Son, grieve for your sister. Remember her for who she was and that of which she loved. I am certain that war is upon us and we cannot escape that fact but now is a time to mourn and to grieve. Pay your respects to Kadiya, son. Give yourself just a moment to remember her and to grieve. Then we will discuss what is to come."

Nadrik simply closed his tear filled eyes and bowed his head as Austinian placed his arms around his son. "And what of her followers?" Siccara asked Austinian.

"I will care for them," Taliena said as she addressed her daughter’s questions for her husband. "They may count on me to carry the banner of peace in Kadiya’s place." "Father?" Kantilles spoke up. "I was to meet with the other two Gods of magic today. Do you wish for me to confront Necrucifers wife on this matter?"

Austinian smiled at Kantilles. "I think it best that you do not attend this meeting, Kantilles. Now is a time to grieve and then we will decide what is to come. In the mean time, let us gather our angels to mourn."

"Surely, the priests of Kadiya can already feel this" Siccara said. "How do we tell them?"

"The Balanx have already written of this, despite the passing of Raijes servant. Every library in Algoron is getting word of this now. I fear that this will cause a panic and many wars, but this is something we have to deal with up front and with the honestly that the mortals cannot count on from the others." Austinian's words suddenly increased in volume. "Summon the angels. Let us begin."