[irr vs ??] The Primordial's Embrace seems to enshroud the monsters for a moment. The tiniest, shortest of moments.
Suddenly, it simply doesn't. A sharp, agonizing pain wracks the nigh-infinite being that is It that Embraces, as some sort of eternal presence- as old and great as She- seems to bear down upon Her. She can feel Her infinite reach fading, Her influence being wrenched back into Herself, being crushed by the sheer powers that be. For the first time since the Trespassers, it seems a being- or a group of beings- is capable of matching Her in power.
She can feel their influence upon Her, too. The ideas of hatredcleansepurgeburn being constantly forced upon her, forcing away all feelings of hate and warmth alike, attempting to turn Her into one of Them or send Her into despair otherwise. If it were any save Her will, any mortal would be crushed by the will of so Many.
But it refuses.
The Vertex are but a tiny footnote, the world beneath them little more than a pebble. The Primordial has found Her target. Those who brought these monsters upon them. The corrupted gods, now but pawns of the Trespassers, engines of extinction, who know nothing but hatred now. She could never possibly convince them to give up their quest to destroy this world.
She does not care.
They push Her back, but she pushes forward. She refuses to be cowed by their ideas, their demands of hate. Warmth and softness flows and bends around the burning wrath of the manifold gods, like water sliding over a fire. Her will flows like silk amongst their barbed minds, searching for cracks, brittle points. Memories of families and friendships, theirs or otherwise, reminders of their past, of the things they once wished to protect. The iron will of the Shinju-Sama, those who continue to protect what is left of humanity, for the sake of their happiness. For the sake of seeing them laugh and smile and cling to one another and struggle through the hardships of life for at least a little while longer. The Shinju could have abandoned humanity, left it to die by the others rage. It would have been much easier that way. Certainly, it is not as though the Shinju gains anything from protecting humanity, other than worship (something the other gods seem to do fine without) and the knowledge that it has done the right thing. Instead it battles against the hateful minds She speaks to, to protect the beauty of life, the beauty that She impresses upon them with the gentle, comforting touch of a mother; humans and animals and plants and things other still, struggling to survive, trying to find happiness even in their cage, even as all the world burns around them.
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