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She was summoned arbitrarily... A through and through failure who could not even pierce a frail maiden's defences... The dragon god could not once land a hit on the pope saintess, rendering her time wasted and her significance wasted during the great war with the demon king. Once revered as a guardian, no... She is still actively being revered. The Illnoia administration was too far from the front lines, yet it was able to sustain itself with its abundant lands and magical girl management.
A continental faction that layed over the corpse of Russia and Europe, picking up some of the Soviet Union's footsteps and exerting an ungodly amount of control over the people... Rather, it was a godly amount because she was the Dragon God. A symbol of mass destruction and power, one that garnered more loyalty and reverence than the pope saintess herself who would make a religion about herself...
She was treated like a weapon, and she herself treated the masses like miserable insects... Every once in a while treating them to a tiny crumb of her power. She could lend some of her draconic powers to others, to reinforce her rule. It also allowed her to overwrite the will of their bodies in the case of betrayal. So what was the whole point in any of this? Why was she summoned to help humanity? As far she realised, she was a failure of a guardian. She achieved absolute rule over her faction... And nothing else.
The magical girls that served her, even they were treated like mere statistics, spread out and sent to ridiculous locations to build camps and live there for the rest of their lives... As if commanding them to build their own eventual coffins. Other than serving as watching posts, that's what the border camps were. The eternal residence fo those who would be sent there.
"A shameful existence..." (The Dragon God, Gelavinne Frildelia)
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"It isn't! So keep your chin up high and don't look back!" (Frildelia)
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"Yeah... It seemed like something she would say...
My apologies, should we begin? " (Gelavinne Frildelia)
"You're pardoned. I'll initiate." (Demorami)
She had platinum blond hair, slick, shiny, long and straight, it flows to her ankles like a waterfall before splitting into countless curly ends. It graces the floor with its presence, laying like roots at wherever she stepped. Her eyes held blue iris like vibrant sapphire gems that glowed and moistened as she spoke. A dark grey one piece dress akin to an apron top with exposed shoulders and long pleated texture that extends to her shin, it clings to her skin as if unaffected by any external forces... Almost like skin to her. The dress had detaches sleeves that didn't cover her shoulder but wrapped around her upper arm and a light grey cardigan tugged firmly around her back and double layered her existing shoulderless sleeves.
With her beauty, The Dragon God or Frildelia would effortlessly resemble a famous actor from somewhere. An elegance and complexion so overwhelming that it would cause others to forget their own thoughts. When she entered to room, it felt like being consumed by another world. When she committed any small action, it felt like being in a play.
Demorami vanishes, her extensive hair that covered the air like floating jewels, swayed for a moment in the peripheral vision of Frildelia. There wasn't any certain colour to Demorami's hair, it was like a kaleidoscope of precious gems, constantly phasing in and out to accentuate the beauty of the world around it. She wore a white dress, certainly if looked from an awkward perspective it could be described with bridal attributes... But it was more akin to a normal magical girl's dress, dyed in all white as pure as the driven snow. Numerous frills and embroidery decorate the exterior, as well as blend into the short but wide puffy skirt above her thighs.
Demorami was reaching in for an attack, but caught within an instant. Though a refreshing smile had not vanished once from Demorami's chilling complexion. It felt like she had grabbed a lifeless doll instead of an enemy. Constructing divine magic held her up in the air, limbs floated limply like a stick puppet...
"You caught me so easily... This isn't fun at all!" (Demorami)
Her expressions warp for an instant before shifting back to that every and unmoving smile. Her lips drawn into a crescent... Was exhausting to keep looking at.
"Naturally, I am the Dragon God. It's simply what it meant to be a dragon." (Gelavinne Frildelia)
"...?" (Demorami)
There were many legends in the world concerning dragons. Did real dragons create these legends? Or did the legends create these dragons? There was a mystical aspect of magic, where certain magic of magical girls or monsters were made to resemble fairy tales and other related rumours... Many sacred texts from ancient times detail how entire pantheons of gods were sent to take down evil dragons, or that the universe came about due to the power of dragons, or perhaps harrowing but heroic tales of dragons being defeated by dragon slayers... Whatever the matter, it didn't really matter much in the present. Dragons were ever present in human history, from religion to folk tales... So what?
The only significance they had were what they have passed down to Frildelia... What did it mean to be The Dragon God? What kind of legend was she born from? What kind of legend will she birth? A deity of light, justice and righteousness... Or a deity of malevolence, darkness, and partiality...
"It's not hard to see, but I mean to be the world itself." (Gelavinne Frildelia)
The universe equals the Dragon God, and vice versa. Many types of dragons have existed throughout media and scripture. Beings of the undead, Hallowed existences on par with deities... Elemental dragons that command nature, avant-garde dragons that control technology or magic... Dragons born with the world... Dragons with a similar burden to Atlas who beared the weight of the world...
In other words, she who has to preside over all of it, is the world itself. More accurately, it was only over the domain of the earth. Whether it would be because her existence could not handle the burden of the universe, or if the rumours that birthed her existence did not cover the cosmos... Tying down her authority to only the earth, she is only the earth itself, some might call her a separate facet of Gaia.
She is the same existence as the earth, if the earth were to be an individual. But her powers extend far beyond, she could still manipulate reality to some extent and mess with the physical laws of the universe. Some might call her an unfinished product, a being born to rule over the universe with the capabilities to do so, but the person herself was only planet earth. She is not the universe itself, but the planet that everyone resided on. It was a needless detail, one that nobody else could relate with, unless they were very specific individuals.
Someone like HuoLi who was the guardian of the end, or Himei the sole observer of the universe. To Himei, everyone else might as well be an Npc with limited vision only extending to what's in front of them, compared to Himei who could watch every nook and cranny of the universe at once, she might as well be the protagonist of a game with a map function that couldn't be explained in lore. Though in this case, perhaps it could be explained...?
A blaring sound fills their ears, overspills into the surroundings, a cacophony of incomprehensible chaos. The world was shifting, creaking as loudly as possible. It was crushing the existence of the opponent before her, Demorami's figure was mangled without hesitation, spinning her flesh around and around like a taut rope. All of these abilities are covered under the umbrella of 'Dragon God powers', granted by the skill [Dragon God constitution]. Whether it would be transfiguring her body into a dragon, or transfiguring something else, or imitating the characteristic breaths of myths...
Certainly, this was no power that belonged in any recorded medium. Controlling the world was a unique power beyond the grasp of rumours that encapsulated the existence of dragons.
'[Overwrite].' (Demorami)
Unspoken speech, as if it was channeled directly into to mind via telepathy. Rather, the world itself was forcefully cramming the conveyance of this message into her head... If she was an ordinary person, her head might have exploded. Just as she received this message, the figure of Demorami vanished. In another direction, right behind The Dragon God, she appeared once more. Not a single taint in her clothes nor a scratch on her pristine skin.
"[False moon under the bridge]" (Demorami)
The world is quickly flooded in a sea of blood red liquid, they merely reach the height of their shins but were accompanied by an equally crimson and unnerving rain. Gelavinne Frildelia notices quick, her body had begun to fade. She could see through her palm and view the swirling sea. Naturally it correlates to the presence of the liquid.
"... Another form of antimagic... Dense enough to flood the world and spill over the edge too..." (Gelavinne Frildelia)
The most common form of this phenomenon was antimagic, though in actuality it was so much for. In other words, the first symptom of her magical particles malfunctioning, it was what caught her attention and attributed the phenomenon to the label of antimagic... But it broke down much more than that, it dissected all matter and decomposed the world itself. For the Dragon God who was the earth itself, it was practically the perfect poison, or the only venom that could realistically affect her.
This was the result, her body had become visibly less dense. While god magical girls were composed of overwhelmingly more magical particles than physical matter, the blood red toxin made no such distinction. Whether its target was dense or not, everything would vanish the same way. She couldn't do anything to the poison, so her life was now set on a timer. But there was always a solution, in this case she would indefinitely dilate time. Move faster, exist within a tinier fraction of time, then dive deeper. Until her timer had effectively stretched to an infinite degree.
This was why god magical girls rarely used poison and preferred to brute force it with their physical strength, then what was the point of using poison in this battle? Geravinne Frildelia's grasp over Demorami weakened. One could say, the effect of this skill was to rebel against the world itself, for it aims to destroy all things in existence. Demorami freed herself from the weakened constriction around her, then she leapt away. It almost seemed like she vanished, but Geravinne Frildelia's dragon eyes were able to completely capture her in her sight.
A poison that eroded away at the world itself, even if it didn't finish off the Dragon God, it would decompose everything around her and isolate her into a vacuum outside the universe. A vacuum of non-existence, devoid of even space and time, how would these two interact? Fortunate or not, she was now isolated beyond the edge of the world. This was the very skill she used to eradicate the other worlds, the destroyers were named as such as they took turns annhiliation each new world.
"... I always held myself back from messing with time. Anyone birth from a divine bloodline... Would have heard of such fairy tales from their predecessors." (Geravinne Frildelia)
"You're isolated now. You can't manipulate what you can't reach." (Demorami)
"Fufu... Fufu... Hahahah! Yet! Yet you're words reached me...!" (Geravinne Frildelia)
An ominous sensation crawled down Demorami's back, as if caressed by a cold corpse. Danger, her nerves, her heart and mind scream at her so. Yet, where was the source of such? Where was it coming from? Even if she was Gaia, even if she reigned over space and time, curving and dilating it via her gravitational forces, she cannot cross to a gap that does not exist. Even if her body resists from becoming nonexistent, her surroundings aren't the same.
Then the hint lies solely in how Demorami communicated with her. Sound isn't able to travel in this realm of the world's edge. Everyone has been communicating via waves of magical particles, imitating sound waves... Because magical particles can ignore space and time... It's not as if Demorami didn't know that, in fact it's why she exclusively communicates this way...
It was too late. A method of attack via magical particles, since magical particles ignore space, they can occupy the same volume. A beam of infinite density shot at Demorami from all directions. Discarding her physical body, Geravinne Frildelia walked through...
There was still her spiritual body after all, a vessel composed entirely of magical particles.