NOVPUBAerovah, Celestial Dimensional Sector
The storm that battered her dimension did not surprise Ghribba, the Silver Queen; it almost felt inevitable. She had been waiting for Reality to change; how could it not, after what she had experienced and the glimpse of that unknown figure that day?
After the apparent destruction and revival of her realm, coupled with the deaths and also the revival of her spawns, which she soon killed so she could wrap her mind around this madness, where death and life seemed to be the same.
Since that moment, Ghribba has existed in a sort of fog. She had sought answers from the Celestials, but none of them could give her any, and so she was left tormented by her children's final cries.
The decision to kill her children weighed heavily on her, and after years of deliberation, she felt that she was stuck in a cycle, on one hand, she had killed her children because she did not believe that a soul that had been thoroughly eradicated could return to life without any severe price attached to it and on the other hand, her dimension that were filled with trillions of lives were still thriving despite their eradication and revival by that unknown power.
Now she could hardly hear the voices of the inhabitants of her realm without feeling a bit of something inside her perish.
Her fears now seemed foolish; she had killed her children when they should have prospered, and in many nights, there were moments when fits of madness nearly overtook her mind, and she almost hurled destruction on her realm, slaughtering every single living being inside of it. If her spawns were dead, why were they all alive? Why were they happy?
They were lower beings; they had not touched the higher dimensions, and death should be their final sentence. Why were they alive?!
Over time, these spells of madness were growing, and she saw herself silencing their voices, which seemed to grow in volume every day.
Ghribba knew that it would not be long before she decided to wipe out everyone inside her domain. It could be today or a million years from now, but that day would arrive. As an Old One, Ghribba had long become accustomed to following her heart's desires, and she could not stand that her children had perished in her hands while the inhabitants of her realm still thrived. It was a living insult to her judgment.
The arrival of the storm changed all of that.
When this unexpected storm came, it brought glorious devastation to her domain.
Tens of Millions perished under powerful winds hurling moons like tiny debris into the earth. Lightning bolts so powerful they fried fourth-dimensional immortals to ash, and rain so strong it dissolved thousands of worlds under its deluge.
She could do much worse, but the apparent randomness of a disaster of this proportion, where death arrived without warning and took without judgment, made everything much more potent in her head.
Ghribba had watched this destruction in solace, knowing that the heavens were responding to her heart's desires. She made no move to protect her dimension despite the cries of her name reaching the sky.
A part of her knew she had gone mad, but she no longer cared. The madness of an Old One was something to be feared, most especially by the Old Ones themselves, because it meant that some part of their foundations were flawed.
Ghribba's rise to the ranks of the Old One had been filled with countless tribulations, and there were many periods when she had to take shortcuts to reach her present level. She knew that these shortcuts could lead to problems in the future, but she did not care. Cultivation was hard enough, and reaching this level showed that even with her flawed foundations, she had still prospered.
If madness were to be the fate of the Silver Queen, then madness it would be. 𝓃𝓸𝓋𝓅𝓾𝒷.𝒸ℴ𝓂
As Ghribba savored the devastation of the storm, she still understood that it would not be long before the Angelic supervisor allocated to her domain forced her to move to protect it. Still, for now, she was happy enough to watch it all collapse, and for three days, she watched many millions perish with glee. Their cries seemed to cover the cries of her spawns as she killed them. Reality seemed to be coming into balance. After all, everyone here had once perished. What right do they have to cling to life?
Sadly, all good things must come to an end. In the distance, she could feel the descent of an Angel and sense that the storm was also weakening, indicating that she could not watch everyone in her realm perish under its fury. Could she give it a little nudge? No, she would have to end it.
Sighing with frustration, the Silver Queen rose from her throne, appeared over the seven disks of Aerovah, and paused in appreciation of the storm that had surrounded her entire realm in a blanket of lightning, rain, and wind.
There! A lightning bolt had traveled almost horizontally and turned ten thousand screaming men, women, and children to charcoal, and a building the size of a mountain holding more than a hundred thousand people had been crushed flat from the might of the wind alone… Ghribba could not predict who would die next, and she loved it.
Wishing that she could watch this storm for longer, Ghribba sighed once again in irritation and began gathering power to disperse it, but the worlds from the Celestial nearing her position made her halt her actions. The Angel could have been silent; he could see her intentions after all, but still decided to speak.
"Attend to me, Silver Queen. Darius of the Fifth Heavenly Squadron comes with a message from the City of Light."
Ghribba slowly turned towards the Sovereign, who was a few million miles away from her, suppressing her fury at being addressed in this manner by a lower-dimensional being.
Words of her descent into madness had spread all through the realms, and it was not long before Ghribba noticed that the Celestials who usually respected her position as an ally of their domain had begun to treat her with disdain. Her admittance info the Celestial Archives had been quietly revoked, and instead of a Power being sent to inform her of any changes in the Celestial's policies, a minor Sovereign was sent instead.
A Sovereign had no right to speak to an Old One with the power of Ghribba in this manner, although they were not scared of her with the might of the City of Light behind them, it was foolish to disrespect an Old One in any case.
