Private Finished Long Time Coming

The night was bleak. Rain poured in a torrent. The sky flashed with every crack of electricity passing along the clouds. Sevina was late. But she had to escape her sister, for she didn't want Sevina to come to harm. Though Sevina knew that her sister would pay for such a thing. Defying a god. An angry god. A god who only acted when she was affected. She had no concern for her followers, not when they would blindly follow her, content on fighting her fight for her. Sevina was proud. She got Malara to rear her pretty head. To finally do something about the Paragons. All it took was for her to lose an object of her affection. But Sevina knew she would be content once she was killed. The Paragons will rise again. All because she was only concerned for her own satisfaction. Malara was not the god the Daughters of the Flame made her out to be. She saw that now. And if all it took to call yourself a god was power and people willing to fight your battles, then Sevina will rise up as one. From the ashes of this battle, she will be reborn. She will become a god. And she will finish the Paragons off. Naked and wearing nothing but the deer mask from her beloved Kofi, his life, rightfully hers and taken too soon, Sevina approached the meeting place: An isolated island, where a god will slay a mere mortal out of pettiness, and in turn give rise to a power greater than herself. On her skin were freshly carved passages that referred to Malara as the Daughters revered her. From underneath her mask, blood trailed down. She was armed with nothing but her two karambits and a pouch of explosives hanging at her hip.

"Belittle my sister all you wish, if that is all you can answer me with." Sevina reached into the pouch and grabbed a handful of marble-sized explosive pellets and brought it to her mouth, letting them tumble down her throat. She had to lift the mask up slightly, and in doing so, exposed a bastard grin. "Five thousand, three hundred, seventy-nine. The number of faithfuls who died at the hands of the Paragons, wishing to be saved. And you only decide to take the fight to the paragons once Jafar was taken. That number could be bigger, or perhaps I was lied to. I personally knew fifty who suffered their torture. Hoping against all hope that their lady would save them. If only they meant anything to her. "I wonder. Do you deserve the satisfaction? Or should I slip away when I am just within your grasp?"

No. She wouldn't give her the satisfaction. She didn't deserve it. Sevina let just one last puff of air escape her. And then all went white. She could not feel the pain. She could not feel her skin and bones being pushed outwards. She didn't even hear the ear-shattering explosion that originated from her belly. Nor did she see the massive fireball expelled. The maggots inside her body were ordered to release the explosive gases inside, and by her command, the maggots exploded, triggering the pellets she swallowed, which in turn served to increase the overall power and force. By the time Malara would reach her, whether she made contact or not, Sevina was already gone. There was nothing but a crater where she stood.