she who loved you yesterday

"The rest of creation." Safrin said a bit breathlessly, her hand waving gently to reveal the topographical map of the continent creating out of stardust. With a gently flick of her wrist mountains rose, seas frothed all around the continent, and though it was made up of only the contrast of the stars, still colours seemed to suggestively wink in and out depicting trees and deserts, rivers and valleys, mountains and forests. All manner of life which had withered away in the bubble. The bubble of course was depicted, a blackened sphere in the galactic representation of their continent. "Yes. The old ones are still there. Still maintaining and creating." A ghostly smile flickered on the goddess's lips for just a moment, before an ugly snarl overtook her perfect features and she waved the map away. Raising a brow at the girl's outburst, Safrin regards her silently for a moment as a predator might. The starswept depths of her gaze lock upon Amalia's dark stare, her lashes lowering with decided slowness, before she sighed and the tension in her shoulders and her cheeks disappeared. "Because there are things which must not reach the outside world. That is the purpose of the bubble." 300 years was not long for the goddess, but perhaps it was for the mortals if they had already forgotten the events leading up to this. The war. The blight that were the ascendeds and their New Gods. Safrin The devil is not as black as he is painted