Puppets learn to pull strings

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.

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@Comet

It was just another day in Polaris. Comet's claws clicked on the stone ground as she headed towards... where? She allowed her paws to take wander, and she eventually arrived at the Spire. The air here was filled with magic, an amazing feeling. What was that below the Spire? Some sort of glossy black stuff?

Comet was going to investigate closer, but she caught sight of-- what was that? A swirling mass of something, shaped like a cat. It was like a gas, did it have a gem? Was it a gembound, or something else? "Hello?"

@Regalia

Puppets learn to pull strings

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."

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@Comet

Comet gasped as the creature turned, its eyes were glowing orbs of light, and its body was a swirling mass of... space and stars. Wait what were space and stars anyway? She did not know what it meant, but she felt that was fitting the describe it. And her name, Comet. Something that soared among the stars. Stop! What did these words even mean! Something about meeting this creature was giving them weird thoughts.

"Hello." Their mouth didn't move, they didn't have a mouth. The words were in her thoughts, and the voice... it sounded not like that of one creature, it was like hundreds, merged into one. Apart, but together. They were opposites? Comet paused to think about that for a moment. What a coincidence it was that opposites like them would meet. This time, this place. And there was probably no other cat like them in all the caves.

"Comet." The pup sat up a bit taller, "I'm here to explore for a bit. The magic here is powerful." The voice was fading away a bit now, but she was able to catch the final question. "Well, um, I practice magic, mostly. Hopefully one day I will be strong enough to protect my family." she nodded at the cat, "And you?"

@Regalia

Puppets learn to pull strings

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.

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@Comet

Comet was a bit worried when there was no response from the cat. Had she said something wrong? She sat there silently, and waited for the cat to do something. Her eyes focused on the twinkling of the lights of the cat.

Suddenly, something did come. Her mind was filled with a memory that was not her own, of a place that was strange, unnatural, and eerie. It was light, but dark, and chaotic, who was that? "S̴̳͂̋͑̓H̸͍̖̔̊͜O̵͉̿W̴̪̖̼̮̩̎̈̿̅ ̴̯̯͙̪́̈́̀͘͘M̸̢̞̯͋Ę̴̡̤͍̌͐̽̚ ̷̘̹̠̮͉̊̉͒T̵͎̬̅̊̎̋H̵̒̊́ͅÀ̷̫̜̭̝͛̒̓̃T̶̡̟̥̣͆ ̷̘̜̾̂Y̶̧̅ͅO̴̢̼̗͖̼̊́̄Ụ̴̄̈̋̌͠ ̶̩̰̰͉̤̈́̈́́̈́A̵̤͔͊R̴̺̜̻̻̒͐E̶̹͉͗̍̊͘͘ͅ ̵̡̻͑̆̀͘̕W̷̥̪̜̭͊O̷̥̲̯͛̽͆̚͝Ř̸͍T̵͚̟͌̅͘͘Ḩ̸̢̌̅̓Ÿ̶̝̻̮̺ͅ" This voice reached deeper somehow, it was not a normal voice, it sounded like something other. What was this? What was happening!? Then it was over, and she curled up into a ball on the floor.

@Regalia

Puppets learn to pull strings

Regalia didn't know that what the wolf had seen, so when she fell to the ground, it was confused. It drifted forward and over the wolf, glowing eyes glaring sharply. What had happened? Was she sick? Had it hurt her with its magic? It reached forward, this time getting a firm grasp, and immediately heard the booming voice echoing deep within its head. So...it's spell hadn't only failed, but backfired. How tricky. But that meant...

"You have seen chaos, then." It was not a question, its voice echoing firmly in Comet's mind, a choir of a hundred different songs. "I didn't mean to show it to you, but now you've seen the truth. The one that Created us. That was to whom the voice belonged. Now, talk to me. Speak about the caves, about yourself, the ones you walk with. All you know - unless you wish to be offered to chaos." And Comet would feel it in her mind, as Regalia allowed it to pass freely between the two - the sparks of madness, of chaos, implanted by the Creator himself. It was no idle threat, but not one made out of anger or hostility. This was simply what their God wishes - for chaos, destruction, and the consuming of all. It was only Regalia's innate mercy keeping its violence in line.

And cut down the user's lead

@Comet