The Pergrandian girl grinned and performed an extravagant curtsy at Medeia’s begrudging praise, although she kept her gaze firmly fixed on the raven-haired woman’s seductive form. Frankly, she had expected that the dark angel would probably explode, or do something to express her sore displeasure. It was after all nothing but disgust that had been expressed on Medeia’s face when the Errings Rising ace had seen a man beneath her. Still, Medeia seemed quite pleased. This was no doubt because she had been able to force out the ‘true’ side of Nita. But could the grinning young woman really be called Nita, seeing as she was almost a different person from the one who had been fighting with the dark angel mere seconds ago? In any case, this new ‘Nita’ was not certain that she was altogether out of the woods. For all intents and purposes, Medeia was still an enemy. But the moments of peace were good to be taken while they existed. New strategies could be formed, in case hostilities decided to escalate themselves again. But for now, Medeia seemed amenable to answering the blonde mage’s enquiry, and proceeded to tell the tale of how a normal human ended up being blessed with a divine sort of power.
‘Nita’ watched and listened in silence through it all, listening attentively to the story. It appeared that indeed there were more things that made Medeia similar to the Luminous Rose mage than she had cared to admit. That Medeia mentioned that she was interested in knowledge, languages and history brought a wry smile to the heterochromic mage’s face. She was not certain that they could be best of friends, however. The true Nita would most certainly not allow it. The discovery of the bound angel was where the similarities more or less ended. For starters, ‘Nita’ could bet all of her powers that the actual Nita would most likely have been a lot more careful to release the sealed being she had come across. Everything which was found sealed was sealed for a reason, and while the imprisonment of the angel was apparently unjust (if indeed she was actually telling the truth that she had been imprisoned for believing things differently), the declaration of Priya as a being of ‘pure insatiable lust’ would have probably had the actual Nita running in terror. As was to be expected as well, the process of fusion of Medeia and Priya would have been altogether unacceptable for the girl that had grown up in Pergrande. It was a funny thing, how humans could change in so short a span of time, once particular events occurred. But such events would surely have to be as world breaking as coming in contact with the divine.
”Well, an immortal creature of absolute naughtiness wandering free and unhinged, ” the Pergrandian maiden said in pretend shock. ”This is really a frightening world to live in. I probably wouldn’t have minded learning about Priya’s history; there probably would have been quite a few tales to hear that would be useful for harassing this dear girl talking to you, but it is enough. Let it never be said that I, though regarded as devious, am unfair. I shall answer your own questions with a story of my own. Perhaps you will more fully understand the drama you had been witness to up till now.” The light mage found a nearby bench and perched daintily on it. ”And I’m happy that you love my new style. I aim to please. But lest I bore you further, I shall start by saying that yes, you are not the only one with someone in her head, although my relationship with Nita has not been as… unequivocal as yours.” She straightened her back a bit and held up her head, gaining an imperious air. ”I am nameless, for deity does not require a name, except to be invoked by its subjects, and I have, as of yet, not been successful in finding worthy worshippers on your world.
I am, to coin the term in your tongue, a Primordial, an elder god. As befits a god, I hold sway over a divine portfolio, which grants me my powers. Myself, as well as a number of my kin, have cyclical portfolios. And I am the deity of Fate, my cycles being creation, preservation and destruction. My aspect of creation is desire, of preservation is knowledge, and strife is my aspect of destruction. It seems fated for the gods to ever wage war against their elder generations, and this happened on my world, although I am surprised that most Earthland myths speak of the younger gods gaining the ascendancy. On my world, we crushed the upstarts, but at great cost: our planet, as well as our worshippers, were destroyed in the upheaval. We took what resources, slaves and vanquished enemies we had left, and struck out into the Interdimensional Sea in search of a new home. We were all parted along the way, and I found my way to your world. Here, I discovered that humans are of a rather poor constitution, and they could not long abide my presence, often running mad, or rupturing their fragile shells. As a being of knowledge, I decided to learn more about them, and so captured a number to carry out experiments on. Sadly, this particular girl you see standing before you managed to singlehandedly mess up my operations, and most of my prisoners escaped. So I decided that I would curse her to absorb necrotic energies and be twisted into a perversion of nature. While I was at it, one of my slaves rebelled against me and struck me down. As the curse of absorption was already in effect, the unwitting child absorbed my essence, as well as that of the traitor. And so, here we are.” She spread out her hands dramatically.
There was a pause as ‘Nita’ seemed to consider some things. ”You asked me why I did not act like this earlier. It is because you were not interacting with me. I agree that humans do so love hiding who they truly are, but trust me, the true Nita is a much bigger prude than the delightful girl you’ve been harassing all evening. As at the time I met Nita, the girl would blush if she showed a young man her knees. Well, when she absorbed my essence, there was a comingling of souls. She has inherited some of the powers of my divine portfolio, and thus reflects these aspects. I believe the aspect that was easiest for her to come to terms with is knowledge, because she has always been curious and eager to learn. Strife, she has been able to manage, because she is no stranger to it, already in the armed forces of her country when I found her. But desire…” here, the young woman allowed herself a chuckle, shaking her head, ”you don’t expect someone with the essence of a deity of desire to be fussing about showing her collar bones to the world, do you? Now, I’m sure you’d ask, why doesn’t Nita ‘let me out’ more often? She is scared of losing who she truly is.”
There was another moment of silence, as the Pergrandian maiden’s expression turned wistful. ”I believe that just as she has gained some of my attributes, so I have gained some of hers. For instance, I know it is counterproductive, but I find myself viewing mindless killing with a lot of distaste. Also, being in her head, I know her life history, the great losses she suffered as a child, how she learned compassion in spite of her great suffering, and the suffering I have made her go through, seeing as she has been forced to leave her homeland on account of Pergrandians hating magic users to the death. And in spite of myself, deity that I am, I feel sorry for her. Prior to my amalgamation with her, I did not know the meaning of the word mercy. Now I feel it more than ever, and it troubles me, no doubt just as my influence worries her from time to time. Did you know,” at this point, she brightened up, ”that poor dear Nita can no longer dress without showing a lot of skin and feel comfortable? That’s me, reflexively at work. She’s a lot more amorous than she was before our mutual encounter, but I think she’s about as lascivious as an abbey chantry girl, and she does try, the noble soul, to keep things that way. I think I have become rather fond of her.”
The green and cerulean eyes concluded their searching the stars and fixed themselves once more on Medeia. ”So, beautiful, what are your plans for Nita? I personally operate a ‘look but don’t touch’ business, one that Nita has managed to get comfortable with. I see no reason to make her more uncomfortable than she already is. Oh, and did I mention that ‘Nita’ sounds like the name I’d give my pet kitten? You may call me Ms. Fortune, love. I really dig the pun.”