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The Judgement Of The Divine

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Gravity weighed down upon The City in a way it had never truly weighed before.

The City was in eternal motion, power and life and divinity flowing in all directions at all times from all places. With every instant, more beings and forces entered and exited its borders than anywhere else in creation. The City was not merely the grandest of all cities, but the very Divine ideal of a city itself; made by the Highest of all Gods, for the Highest of all Gods, to house the Highest of all Gods. Since the first brick was laid shortly after the dawn of time as the Gods knew it, until the present, The City had been a hub of infinite movement completely unbroken. Until now, when it and all within were standing in total and unbroken silence and petrified awe.

Silence aside from the occasional creak and crack of The City's central Ur-Pantheon Palace, at least.



The City hadn't expected anything to come of it. Just one distant foreign Pantheon politely requesting negotiations regarding a few simple diplomatic matters. Utterly routine, and normal, and part of The City's heartbeat. Certainly, the representative had been impressive, but The City was full of the most impressive instances of so many things already.
The most impressive scale; the foundations of individual buildings sprawling wider across than entire Divine empires, and the air itself filled with full universes and multiverses and omniverses and even exoverses the way a lesser city's air would be full of mere soot and dust.
The most impressive architecture; with roads leading to and from every point and every time ever traveled, and unbelievable sacred megastatues whose toes alone towered thousands of stories beyond The City's streets and were surpassed only by The City's absolute greatest skyscrapers.
The most impressive government; transcendent beings so far above even The City itself that they could only rule it safely from within a sealed and shielded monument to their own overwhelming glory, issuing their edicts and orders from behind its invincible and completely unbreakable walls which towered literal orders of magnitude above everything else and stretched across a near third of its area.

So why should those divine leaders have doubted they were free to shut out the impressive guest, rebuff them with mockery and outright refusal to listen to their surely-irrelevant concerns? They were not some mere council, or bureaucracy, or even pantheon- they were The Rulers of The City. Nobody was sufficiently important nor impressive to show up unannounced and meet them on the spot. It was not done. It was not possible.

So they laughed the representative away, telling them to return with humility worthy of one dreaming to address The Rulers of The City- that is to say, to give up and never bother them again. There were far bigger matters for The Rulers to discuss.


Then the quakes came.


They came at a rhythm, a steady and consistent pace. They started soft and gentle, then grew firm and noticeable, then became deafening and overwhelming. The City rippled and twisted like a sheet of paper in the wind, bowing but not breaking as confusion and disbelief flooded the streets.


Then the darkness came.


Half of the city. From its furthest edges to its heart and center, all was black, the shadows so intense that they stripped the glow out of the lights themselves and crushed them to nothingness. Nobody knew what could cause such a total eclipse, what possible amount of force could so well and truly overshadow luminance as a concept.


Then the paw came.


It was not until then that the Divine beings who lived in the city grasped the enormity of the presence above them. It was not until toepads dimpled around the highest peaks, that fur strands blanketed millions of roadways each, that the gleam of the entire cosmos was reflected down from the perfectly polished surfaces of the platinum white claws. It was not until they saw all this, and then saw the rest of the being to which that same City-enveloping paw was attached. Then they began to realize their situation. Or so they thought.

Her tails lashed out, gathering up the largest objects and locations hovering above the Palace of The Rulers of The City- its celestial walls not reaching high enough to so much as grace her knees- and collected them. At once metallic and cloth and organic, the dual strips ensnared anything large enough to be held, and cleared away an empty space above the Palace's roof.

She smoothed out her professional-looking skirt- brushing a palm across it and sweeping out more exoverses from its folds than could fit in The City's most spacious landmarks- and sat down. Upon the Palace. With one paw splayed comfortably across half The City, and the other looming across the heavens of the remainder in the form of an unending sky of black pads and blue fur and shining claws.

Whereas the half of the city beneath her paw was unharmed- trapped, inescapable, but unharmed- she paid no such delicacy to her chair. It suffered her weight, instantly cracking and bowing outwards as the supremely reinforced barricades were squished like cheap plastic. In an instant, its hitherto-unmarred surface was repainted in a web of fractures and breaks that reached out to every inch of its construction.

She settled down. She made herself very comfortable: toes stroking casually across the carpet-like texture of The City's streets, rear crunching down the roof of the Palace in slow descent, tails drifting aimlessly around her while still holding the vast worlds and city-fragments she'd moved. And she waited. Silently, impatiently, demandingly, she loomed above The City and wordlessly awaited the appointment she had just scheduled for herself through nothing more than her sheer raw presence alone.


The City had been holding its breath, fearfully staring upwards in mind-numbing incomprehension and helpless uncertainty. For a moment, they were certain that this woman, this being, this force had shown them true glory, true power, true superiority. That, whatever her purpose and origin, this Goddess beyond Goddesses- this Goddess beyond The City itself- had established once and for all the final and complete measurement of absolute importance, and existed on a level more impressive than any other before or since.

It was about at this time that the inhabitants of The City began to notice her eyes. Her striking red eyes staring down at them as a collective whole from beneath her crystalline crown of shifting beauty. Her calm, judgmental, inescapable eyes. Her non-glowing, non-radiant, disturbingly normal eyes that marked the presence before them as not being the divine true body of a Goddess at full power, but nothing more than the mere mortal avatar body of a Goddess restraining herself among lesser beings.



This important and impressive guest was very quickly and humbly permitted to meet with The Rulers of The City, in person, unannounced and on the spot, to discuss whatever concerns she deemed sufficiently relevant.


Story by VDO

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Charity is one of VDO's most powerful characters, which with his cast is saying a lot.


Here she is passing judgement upon a smaller pantheon of deities who reside in the building that she's sat upon.  Those gods are themselves the gods of the countless other gods and goddesses who live in the divine city.  And then there's "tiny" planets of even smaller gods, furthering the chain even more...  And it's not as if those are particularly minor gods either - all those little dots aren't stars but are infact omniverses making everyone in the picture extremely big.
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VincentVanDoodle's avatar
i wonder what her soldiers would think of her. if she had soldiers.