1 Prelude: Perspective of a Divine Outcas (1/2)

”There are no beautiful surfaces without terrible depths.”

-Friedrich Nietzsche

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”Men are doomed to damnation! We can't let them live any longer!”

”What? Are you saying that we should abandon all hope and plunge them to the deepest pits of the abyss? Just like that?”

”Unacceptable! That would by far, waste our eons of efforts for their deliverance!”

”Then what are we supposed to do? Let them continue committing these abominable sins?”

Arguments like that came ricocheting right inside a luminous, and quite grand heavenly headquarters where 333 deities and Magistrates, all in charge of governing natural laws are gathered together to discuss a critical controversy that none of them can afford to be lenient about. It's whether they would let humanity continue striving, in a hope that one day they would embrace repentance in their own initiative, or let them sever once and for all to obliterate the amaranth immortality of sin.

Yet, seated at the edge of the large rectangular table encrusted with both gold and silver... the same place where the ecstatic crowd is loudly contending, is a deity who could not care less towards the point of the congregation. She is the Goddess of Disambiguation, ”Dea Lacrimosa” in her usual black and noble apparel that makes her seem like an outsider in the very sacred and perpetual scene.

”This is a waste of my time... Wait, why did I even approve to be here in the first place?” She interrogates herself seeing how prosaic the conference is and how tedious it is just to listen to the endless concussion of arguments that she finds superfluous. Then, without any sense of the proper decorum that one is subject to display when around the other Divinities, especially with the revered magistrates present on their thrones, she decides to stand up from her medieval-themed seat and leave the argumentative charade for good.

”Creak!!” The sound of her chair as she stood up echoed through the room's vast space, making everyone cease their clamors while taking a moment or two to look at her with piercing glares.

Moreover, the goddess, completely ignoring why it got silent all of a sudden begins to leave the presence of the Divinities, dauntlessly.

”Lacrimosa, where are you going? Are you planning on going astray again?” A virile and low-pitched voice from one of the table's edges reacts, seeing her leaving the congregation in her own brazen accord. The intrusive voice came from a member of the magistrates, who are tasked to keep track of the deities, their decisions and of course, the order within the Divine Realm.

Usually, deities would not even dare showcase the most diminutive, uncivil acts in their presence and yet, Lacrimosa is the only exemption who fearlessly can...

”Correct. I have no comments about this dispute that all of you are tackling rather vehemently. You can do whatever it is that you want, while I'll do mine.” She declared, whilst trending her jet-black feminine heels across the venue's unblemished porcelain floor tiles.

And as she starts to head towards the one and only exit, some of the 332 chose to pretend not even seeing her, some begin to cower in fear for comprehensible reasons while some, chose to throw words with sharp edges, words that the Goddess herself has grown accustomed to.

”At it again, huh?”

”That's so like her.”

”Sshh... Quite! You know that she is in the higher ranks, right?”