He stands in a robe of black adorned with gold, his dark appearance contrasted by brilliant wings as white as snow.
He turns his head as the sound of footprints fall closer.
"Cichol, thank you for setting me free. Now we shall make the roads run red with the blood of the milletians," announces the Goddess as she walks in, her hair, dress, and vibrant wings a saturated crimson.
"Macha? But it didn't work. How are you here?" Cichol asks, almost surprised enough for it to be detectable through the void of his hood.
"What do you mean? You sacrificed the Lia Fail to bring me back. Do you not remember?"
"That's not how the Lia Fail works, and if it did, you would have been resurrected there and then."
"Just like all men, thinking they know everything. Due to the rite being incomplete, it took time for the power of the Lia Fail to transmute."
"Macha was dumb enough to trade her godhood to marry a cheater. Who are you?"
Macha grimaces with pain at the memory.
"If it was anyone else, your trick would be successful. Who are you?"
Macha sighs before responding, dropping the false voice revealing it to be that of the Djinn, "Does it matter who I am? We both want the milletians destroyed, let's reveal the Goddess of Destruction and her dragon, Cromm Cruaich."
At this time, a lycanthrope runs in.
"Lord Cichol! A milletian- Macha?"
"She is a fake, heed her not. Pray tell the news."
"Yes my lord. A milletian opened a form of Ciar no milletian has before. There's concern among the fomers that it might have access to our tunnels."
Cichol looks at the Macha impersonator, "Is that the milletian you seek to destroy?"
"It is Cichol. Looks like he may be a problem to you as well. I know he doesn't play by the rules."
"What is that supposed to mean?
"Simple. He's not like the milletians you see running all over the place. He's more akin to William Shakespear, which I'm sure you remember well." Macha states with a smirk.
Cichol turns to the lycanthrope, "Find him! And stop him from moving forward. Take any forces you need!"
"Will do my lord," The lycanthrope states, before running back out the way he came in.
"So quick to announce my ruse. You would have use having my sisters think I'm alive again."
"Drop the act."
"Just like a man, making assumptions," four Aonbharrs appear as she waves her arms, "You'll find I am her as well."
"Explain yourself."
"Macha once lived, there was a gap in her suicide, I filled the gap when I entered this world. You can think of me as the anti-milletian."
"Instead of becoming a new you, you became the reincarnation of Macha, using yourself as a temporary sacrifice."
"Impressive. Maybe there's more to you than testosterone?"
"Than what?"
Macha rolls her eyes, "Nevermind, you are hopeless."
Cichol turns towards her briefly, as if giving her a glare of disappointment before speaking, "Let's talk about Cromm..."
...To Be Continued...
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