ORIGIN

In the time since its visions within the Hole, Regalia had taken to wandering, contemplating, and destroying where it could. It was not naturally a violent creature - in fact, unless it was necessary, Regalia quite disliked violence. It shamed those that destroyed without cause and those that hurt others for anything other then self defense. But now...it was different. In one moment, it had turned its view on its head. Regalia had once strove to be mother and father and god of a world of order and love, but now it knew that it could never be. The world was created in chaos for chaos. Violence was part of this cycle of destruction and the Creator had chosen to share this knowledge with Regalia and the understanding that came with it. That, alone, was all the proof it needed to know that this was the true god. It had been foolish to think that it was the highest being around. To be frank, it hurt a little bit to know that it had been wrong its entire life, that it wasn't a divine creation

But that was not a concern, it reminded itself. It would be soon.

Still, it was not yet used to the concept of violence for the sake of violence. It wasn't yet so fully corrupted to embody the chaos completely. Still, the urges were there, sometimes becoming so overwhelming Regalia could barely move. But it found that snapping the necks of lesser gembound and watching the life drain away from their bodies would sate it, for a time. But...it wasn't enough.

Regalia needed more chaos.

Polaris was always ripe for chaos, with the Spire standing tall in the center. Regalia had not approached it before, instinctual fear of fire and lightning holding it far back. But watching it crackle and simply exist was soothing. It floated from some ways away, watching this exposition of chaos The heart of all gembound, of all magic...it was this chaos the He had shown it.

It was in a moment of meditation on the meaning of chaos, and of the Creator, that Regalia sensed a voice, vibrations echoing through its mind of light into a simple greeting. Questioning, unsure, but this was something that it was accustomed to. There were none others like it in the caves - immaterial, incorporeal - so it was not surprised.

It turned on the spot, golden orbs taking in the body of the creature before it - and saw a perfect reverse of its every trait. Solid where it was vaporous, white, where it was black, eyes of blue, where it was gold, canine where it was feline. How interesting that two such opposite beings would come to meet.

Its mind reached forward to connect its voice to its opposite's mind, speaking within its ears as if its tongue were only inches away. "Hello," it responded in its voice like hundreds. Male, female, and androgynous all echoing together. "You...are my opposite. What is your name and what is it you're doing here?" It paused for a moment, studying the creature. Perhaps it was here for the same reason, how impossible it may be. Did it seek His chaos? No...no, only Regalia...and perhaps that foolish snail that dared call itself Voidmother had heard His voice.

But it allowed itself one more question before the magic faded away. "Tell me about yourself."

Regalia did not react at all to Comet's words, lights barely twinkling as they may usually have been sparkling as it spoke to itself without words or sound. The wolf before it was as mortal as mortal could be, as plain and boring as a gembound may come. They were all the same, Regalia had realized. All of one mindset - explore, practice magic, become strong, protect their loved ones, learn, be good. Once upon a time, Regalia might have adopted some of these ideals, but no, not anymore. It had broken free from the yolk of stupidity.

She was vague in her knowledge and Regalia yearned to know more, probing more at her mind, to skewer deeper instead of simply speak. But its eagerness to see the inner workings of her mind and memory seemed to open the connection up too much. Instead of receiving an input of Comet's memories, the wolf would receive of input of Regalia's - specifically, the moment that had followed it since its occurance. The moment in the Hole, when He had reached for it and held it in His claws, influence seeping into the crevices of Regalia's very existence and His voice booming into the depths of its very soul. "S̴̳͂̋͑̓H̸͍̖̔̊͜O̵͉̿W̴̪̖̼̮̩̎̈̿̅ ̴̯̯͙̪́̈́̀͘͘M̸̢̞̯͋Ę̴̡̤͍̌͐̽̚ ̷̘̹̠̮͉̊̉͒T̵͎̬̅̊̎̋H̵̒̊́ͅÀ̷̫̜̭̝͛̒̓̃T̶̡̟̥̣͆ ̷̘̜̾̂Y̶̧̅ͅO̴̢̼̗͖̼̊́̄Ụ̴̄̈̋̌͠ ̶̩̰̰͉̤̈́̈́́̈́A̵̤͔͊R̴̺̜̻̻̒͐E̶̹͉͗̍̊͘͘ͅ ̵̡̻͑̆̀͘̕W̷̥̪̜̭͊O̷̥̲̯͛̽͆̚͝Ř̸͍T̵͚̟͌̅͘͘Ḩ̸̢̌̅̓Ÿ̶̝̻̮̺ͅ"
It wasn't aware of the connection it had opened into Comet's mind, awaiting patiently for the magic to catch, growing frustrated when it received no input from the wolf.