Chapter 6 - Oblivion
"Somehow, I never pictured Oblivion to be this... boring," said the
golden-haired formerly-in-the-land-of-the-living Goddess to herself.
She looked around for the umpteenth time and saw that nothing had
changed. In every direction, as far as her brown eyes could see, there
was nothing. Not a soul, not a piece of vegetation. In fact, no sky nor
earth nor water. Just a pitch blackness that streched to an endless
infinity -- or perhaps even further, she mused to herself.
"My, my, my," repeated the exasperated blonde to herself. "This place
could use a little redecorating. It's so bleak and uneventful even
Tartarus would be a welcome change. No wonder no one ever comes here,
just Hind's Blood-killed Gods I suppose."
The dead ambrosia-powered Goddess started walking aimlessly. Although
one spot was much like any other in this place, she had to do
something. She had never been the most patient of people, inactivity
being too much like giving up, too much like being reactive. She had
always been a proactive person, the "do unto them before they do unto
you" attitude that had won her fame, glory, and a multitude of friends,
or rather it had won her the enmity of countless people and a multitude
of victims.
"When I said I wanted to feel nothing, this is not what I had in mind,"
mused the youngest Goddess in the Greek Pantheon. "It seems that good
little Xee-nah got her little wish after all. She said she wanted me to
suffer for eternity and it looks like that's just what I'll be doing in
this forsaken corner of reality."
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Time passed
indeterminately. The frustated lithe beauty didn't know if she had been
here for one day or one hundred days or one thousand days. She had
tried to use her Godly powers to get out, to create scenery, to look
for other inhabitants. All to no avail.
The blonde whirwind of destruction thought she was starting to lose her
sanity. "What a laugh," she exclaimed. "Me believing I'm losing my
sanity. As if I still had any left after what Xee-nah did to me so long
ago."
"How's it going toots?" queried a voice from behind her. "Long time no
see, right babe?"
Callisto spun around in a flash, her sword already out and slicing at
where she felt the voice had originated. The blade cut through the air
and sliced partway through a figure clad in black leather from neck to
toe. A flow of blood followed, but it slowly stopped and his wound
healed as he leered at his fellow Goddess, who looked quite good in her
brown leather outfit that almost revealed too much, or rather not quite
enough he thought.
The nimble woman quickly brought up her sword, ready to attack or
defend as the situation warranted. That's when she registered her
unwelcome companion's identity.
"Strife!" She cursed the name of her deceased fellow God.
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