The fragments

“Who am i again?”
”tehe~”
”..It’s so lonely here.”

Inverse chaya nation, in the midst of a crater that spanned for hundreds of miles. The queen of chaya, inami asthavon sat upon a throne that was charred black, it’s handles already reduced to cinder. Yet she still sat there, her heterochromia gazing across the desolation that surrounded her. A glass of wine, already shattered with it’s contents dripping down the side of the glass tapered handle, and down her hand like blood was the only thing that she had with her. Her mind was a peculiar thing, she had been the one who had caused this destruction, the shattered chasms that flowed across the blackened landscape, the dead bodies which numbered in the hundreds of thousands remained there, in their burnt states, the sickening scent of burning flesh thick in the air. Yet even now her eyes remained upon the charred landscape and her voice echoed one more amidst the soprano peel’s of faint laughter.

”..Why am i here again?”
”..Did i possibly cause this?’
”. . . . Should i care that i caused this?”

Her voice was a soft whisper that somehow managed to encompass the entirety of the destroyed landscape. It was as faint as the wind, yet the lunacy within it continued to taint the landscape. Inami’s eyes seemed to slowly take in the destruction and yet there was Nothing. Before there had been the joy of destruction, the joy in which she had from the strife sewn in the laws of society, the glee as they came inevitably tumbling down. But right now, within her mind there was not a speck of joy in the destruction that had enveloped her lands. Wrought by her own hand, it was as if she couldn’t decide if she truly cared enough to do anything about the destruction meted out by her own demonic hand. Her full lips parted and smog came forth, the energy of corruption filling the very airs while her soft laughter stopped and her eyes shown like floodlights in the smoke that crawled across deadened bodies. Like tendrils of some dark entity.

”.. Hehee~ “
”..It’s so quiet. .”
”. . Is it peaceful . .I couldn’t tell. “

To many it might seem like she was even having a conversation, her questions unbidden and without answer. She had shifted faintly, and with her movement the very chair she sat upon seemed to crumble, shattered by the duress of the energy release prior that had caused everything to simply cease to be. Even now though the waves of madness that had been brought from the eris dynasty could be felt growing thicker, the miasma that surrounded the borders of this chaotic space would become disorderly from the immense release of power that buffeted this place like waves.

”..The world has grown complacent hasn’t it?”
”..It’s become accustomed to laws, to . . order.”
”..It’s .. sickening”

The conversation was with herself. It was with the two forces that lurked within the queen of chaya nation, inami asthavon. It was between Disnomia, the Deity of lawlessness, and Inami Asthavon, the queen of demons. Over the past months they had already assimilated, they had assumed the mantle and become one and the same. Yet, that wasn’t enough was it? They had to decide the ultimate question. Within this body, this reincarnation of desolation what would be the path that they sought? Would they continue on their path, or would they begin once more to incite unrest and chaos in the world. Would they draw it off kilter, destroy the norm and cause wide-spread chaos in the world itself? Or would they too grow complacent, accepting the ebb and the flow that caused this complacency, accept the rules that confined everything, the words that brought forth imagery of emotion, of . . Restraint. Was this what she wanted?

She did not know. She did not care enough to know it seemed.

Yet, as her eyes swept across the destruction anew, as her glittering irises pierced the veil of smoke drawn from the corpse-flesh that burnt around her, she felt not joy. She felt peace. The dark transformation that sought to sew chaos into her soul, whatever it was; seemed to be for the moment satiated, it seemed to be at peace with the momentary destruction about it . Did that worry Inami? No, it really didn’t worry her, as she exhaled softly and looked down at her hand, clenching and unclenching it slowly, before turning it right and left to see the meaty flesh of her palm, and then the pale flesh of the back of her hand. No, she discovered it didn’t bother her a bit, rather; it was almost if even though she could see the destruction about her, and connect it to her own horrendous actions, it . . Didn’t bother her in the slightest.
This is what caused the soft laughter what whispered through the realm to grow into cacophonous chaos, it screeched and clanged in the gray muted darkness that was thrust upon the realm. It was loud enough that it shattered windows miles away, it brought everything to heel and break. Yet in itself this laugher was the very definition of broken, for it was dry and hollow, the dry rasp that accompanied it was similar to that of a man who in his dying breaths had found out the harsh reality of the world, the folly that accompanied it.

What was she doing here again?