The Phoenix was dead, and beyond that, nearly all the other gods had weakened themselves fighting him. She had known that this would be the case. None could stand against the massed fury of the Gods, not even the greatest of them. She was glad, and her impassive face quirks the smallest of smiles, for a moment.
But she had no time for such things as open emotion, for there was work to be done. She departed from the Moon once more, and into the night.
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She looks up at the stars, watching as three more Powers join her own, connecting with the Rift and, if all goes well, sealing it forever. She smiles once more, if only a little. This was a great thing. Then she turns her eyes to the earth, and nods. Her form becomes mist, vanishing into the aether of the universe.
Moments later, within Udil's sanctum, the Goddess of the Unknown appears, standing perfectly still, graceful and quiet as always, the ever-present cloud of wariness and fear that surrounds her announcing her presence to the other gods that chose to come.
"Repairing the planet, then... I would guess that some parts of it will be somewhat beyond our capability to repair, wouldn't they? Barring those, I will aid in what ways I can to the mending of the world, though I cannot promise that I will take part in any compact made here that is not to my liking, as is likely the case with the rest of you."
She turns her gaze to the irate goddess of love, a small expression crossing her face, this one of disgust.
"We are in the middle of a crisis apocalyptic in scale, during which we all must work together or perish. It would take a fool to turn away those willing to help, would it not?"
And so Fatianna is silent, closed eyes staring at her, her aura quietly menacing. She only speaks again after some seconds have passed.
"None can hope to repair this planet alone, Lady of Lust, and the Crow has just returned from a battle for the sake of all creation, one which I happened to notice you provided neither martial nor Divine aid. Is it not the place of the lover to support their partner? if so, then you are fain excuse for such. And now, on the twilight of such bloodshed, when your husband calls to the other gods for aid in repairing the wounds of the world, you lay baseless claims of treachery and malice toward a god who, by his own admission, has no wish to see fighting at all, or even to provide weapons to mortal hands, standing as you are, unmarred in facade and power, having fled from the battle for your very soul. You would do well to grant those who aided your mate in his battle, rather than hiding from it, the respect due to them."