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"Your Highness-"

"Do not speak unless I ask you to," Ikaris silenced the woman with a mercilessly sharp tone, causing her to wince and lower her head in docility.

"Do not cause trouble, that is all I asked of you; you were free to leave whenever you pleased, you had all the reasons to, I even offered you the opportunity to return to your husband, one which you declined from a sense of duty..." Ikaris shook her head, walking up to the woman who stood still with her gaze on the floor.

"You disobeyed the only rule I laid out to you, and tried killing your ally, not just an ally, but a close friend of mine which also happens to be born of my own soul and flesh, Cecelia," Ikaris clenched her jaw and raised her hand in the ready to slap her across her face, but she paused before she struck her and sighed.

"You think I have gone soft and so you tried to remove what you deemed the problem, the issue with your judgement is that the people who you so brazenly threatened are the people I would happily abandon the fight against the Emporium for if it meant saving their lives."

"I only-"

"-Meant to preserve your..." Cecelia stopped speaking when a moment later she was staring at jupiter, it happened so quickly that she continued speaking without realising until the great electrical humming of the massive gas giant broke her focus.

A second after her mind caught up with her eyes Cecelia was face-first on the ground heaving in pain when Ikaris's hand collided in her face, knocking her centuries back and making her forget how to breathe for several seconds.

It was a simple slap but the power behind it was several times the attacks the Goddess of war had caught her with, it was pain unlike anything she had ever felt before.

"Are you so insolent that you disobey me even in my face?" Ikaris asked, and the woman writhed several seconds longer and then fought herself to her knees and clasped her hands before her.

"I beg you, have mercy-"

Cecelia once more found herself someplace entirely different , this time in a system far away where no sentient life resided.

"My gut tells me that you should die, my instincts are raging against my common sense, telling me that I should kill you so nothing of this sort ever happens again.

You insulted me, my husband, you dared to call my family mongrels, I have every right to erase you without a trace!" Ikaris grabbed her arm and raised her off the ground.

"Do you think that because I smile more than I do in the past it makes me weaker, or that having a family somehow makes me less of the person I once was?" Ikaris seethed as she reviewed the fight in her head. ""What do you think would happen if you killed Dr'ul?" That I would applaud you and thank you for opening my eyes?" She stared at her unblinking.

"If you had managed to kill my friend, I would have already ended your life, Cecelia, matters of this nature require critical thinking, not whatever-the-fuck is happening in your head!" Ikaris took a long deep breath abd then turned away from her.

"Unlike you, I have no grudge which requires me to kill someone to make a point, instead of killing you I will leave you to reflect on your actions, you will not hear from myself, my husband, your husband, anyone else of the Éloén clan or any other living being until I have decided that your sentence has been served, Cecelia, I am hereby banishing you from any of the known realms until further notice, if I do remove you from this prison and you still hold malice towards my allies, I will leave you there to rott for the remainder of your life." Ikaris announced and looked around at her.

"Consider this a light sentence and a merciful one."

"The white-haired woman was confused, what ikaris had said made no sense from her perspective, the only unknown realm that existed was the Beginning, and even that was known to a degree but when she saw Sol appear at her side like a warden to carry out her judgment she tensed up and opened her mouth to repent of her actions, but considering what happened before, she shut her lips and closed her eyes in acceptance, she had no Idea what was about to happen, but she knew she had been spared if only a little.

She felt the tug on her body and the next thing she encountered was a scorching heat baring down on her.

Opening her eyes the vatui woman was greeted by endless sand in every direction, black sand contrasted by golden skies with three suns and no cloud in sight. "Consider this leniency," Sol spoke from behind her.

"You are inside of a severed dimension made of imaginary concepts with creation magic, unbreakable from the inside and hidden from even the eyes of darkness from the outside, if Ikaris or I die then you will be stranded here forever." He gestured to the space.

[Nightmare Prism; Endless Desert]

"I modified it so that your fears would only manifest by night which is when the third sun sets, night lasts three days in here and every week spent here is only a day in the real world so even if a month has passed for us you will have been in here much longer."

"My fears?"

"The [nightmare prism] only exists to torture its inhabitants, in here, the worst fears you can imagine will come forth, and when you overcome those fears then new ones will be born, it is an endless cycle where your terrors have the power to kill you, the nature of this place is hell itself, designed for those unworthy of death." He turned his back and opened a small portal as the first sun started dipping towards the horizon.

Sol would have said more but the woman had already begun crying heavily, wanting to beg for a second chance but fully aware that she had fucked up massively and asking for any kind of leniency was the same as asking an inanimate rock to take off and fly.

Wordlessly, Sol walked through the gates, shut them and even with the noise being barely audible, the woman still flinched when she heard the soft slam and whirring of the static it left behind.

***Arkadia***

"Is she not accepting visitors?" One dog-headed guard god asked to another with the head of a tiger and the latter shook his head looking at the god of goats; Sven who had wandered into Dr'ul's abode and nearly lost his life after the Goddess lashed out at him.

"When I; Lord Sven, god of goats tried earlier I was met with the wrath of the goddess of war," The goat-headed god snorted, rubbing his ear with a wandering expression of defeat. "Her Majesty is adamant that she will remain inside of her throne undisturbed until her judgement is passed," He explained.

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"Judgement?" The dog-headed guard furrowed his brows. "Who would dare judge the Queen of Arkadian Divine?" He asked, but upon his query he saw the god of goats scurry to a corner and close his eyes, muttering with a low bellow of despair.

"Indeed, it can be none other than the Godslayer, is that not obvious?" The tiger asked shaking his head. "She won the fight but she acted against his wishes and nearly killed an ally, we all saw the fight and knew this might happen, what I want to know is what they spoke about after the fight, the way it ended left many questions in dire need of answering."

"You will be informed if the situation requires it, for the time being it is best than none of you are privy of what happened," Sol who was nowhere in sight a few seconds prior was suddenly standing at the entrance of Dr'ul's throne with a stoic expression masking his worry for the goddess he had come to meet.

"Sven," Sol looked at the god of goats giving him a nod and then pushing past the veil which shrowded Dr'ul's throne from the rest.

"He entered..." Sven hugged himself and turned his head to the corner leaving the others confused and worried for him when he seemed to start shuddering there.

[The God of Goats laments in a corner by himself]

"Dr'ul," Sol stepped into the room and stopped at the entrance, finding her surrounded by dozens of jars of liquor and another in her grasp, her hair was flailed about, messily entangled, while her eyes held within them a strange sadness he had never seen on her. "What are you doing to yourself?"

"I allowed my body to be tainted by the forces of darkness, had Alpha not been there I would have been consumed and never even known, Master Vestic, I have failed," She sucked in a sob and took a big gulp of her drink. "I am a failure as a child of the light, as the descendant of the grreat Ikaris." She shook her head.

"That could have literally happened to any of us, myself included: I have no defence against her if she comes at me directly, but she is playing with us, we just have to keep preparing out of her sights until the day comes where we can defeat ther."

Dr'ul was in a sad state, and the fact that she was gargantuan; the size of a fifty foot statue did little to help sol had no choice but to stand there awkwardly staring up at her.

"Can we defeat something of that scale?"

"I don't know yet, that is what I aim to discover in the coming future." Sol answered and snatched the large barrel from her grasp.

"Now before I forget, we ought to be talking about you and your punishmend." He stared while Dr'ul gulped.