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    Goddess of Destruction Part 1: Finding
    Goddess of Destruction Part 1: Finding
    Goddess of Destruction Part 1: Finding
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    Goddess of Destruction Part 1: Finding

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    She waited eons for him. Hundreds of human lifetimes, marked by the work of her hands and the longing of her heart, dancing with her lover Death in the ashes of her lust. Her Sisters and her Brother the-One-True-God sought to keep her heart beating, but century after century it hardened until it threatened to become naught but dust. Until she very nearly forgot him.

    But he came.

    He searched for her his whole life -- and perhaps even the life before this one, and the life before that. When Addon from the East finally found his way to the Center of the World and entered the Goddess of Destruction's temple, he came to her in strength and humility, in the Old Way. He stepped into the presence of Greatness, but his heart was not afraid. He had found his destiny.

    Their need for each other is tempered only by Sachi's desire to see Addon live, rather than be consumed in the fire of her body -- for none can lay with the Goddess of Destruction and survive. But a darkness is rising in the West that seeks to claim what is Sachi's and Sachi's alone -- the power to destroy, utterly. The Goddess and her Consort must journey to the ends of their world to seek out this new enemy and restore the Balance.

    Their journey can only bring destruction in the end, for that is all there is for Sachi, and all there is for Addon. But along the way, mayhap they can find something else. Together.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAlex Jones
    Release dateNov 28, 2012
    ISBN9781301458172
    Goddess of Destruction Part 1: Finding
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    Alex Jones

    Alex Jones is an avid reader of thriller books and a big fan of Lee Child's Reacher Series and Brad Thor's Harvath Series. He spends his time reading various fiction books ranging from science fiction, psychological thrillers, romance, and to name a few, aside from the series mentioned, and play sports like basketball, whenever he needs to. Being a student from a private university, he had started creating comics by himself since fifth grade through his notebooks and had written witty short stories published on his social media accounts until his 3-year hiatus.

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      Goddess of Destruction Part 1 - Alex Jones

      Goddess of Destruction

      Part I: Finding

      by Alex Jones

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      When she was born, the seas heaved with the strain of her mother’s body. The very earth buckled, and stone cracked. The trees strained against their rooted bonds.

      Then all was still in anticipation, until her lungs filled with air and she screamed.

      And all trembled in fear.

      She was not the greatest of her mother’s children. But she was not the least. And their mother loved them all equally. Used them all equally. But she was, perhaps, the loneliest. Only death was lonelier, and she – well, she was not Death.

      They were close, though, she and Death. They danced together frequently, one leading and the other following, then turning, parting, coming together again. It was always thus, and would always be thus. Death was her only lover, for a long time. For eons. For Ever.

      Men came, and sometimes women. They prayed to her and beseeched her to lend them her strength, to stand by their side in battles, in petty wars, in their quests for what they considered power. Women more often came begging her to stay away. Sometimes she answered their prayers, but sometimes, she could not give them what they begged for, and visited them in fury, or gently, Death almost always by her side. She could be cruel. But she preferred not to be. She showed mercy where she could, and where she could not, she destroyed, utterly. Sometimes this was also mercy. And her mother, her Sisters, her Brother, followed eventually to heal and love and renew what they could in her wake. It was the way of things.

      They were so small, humans. They lived their lives in small desperations, and sometimes in small loves. She rarely witnessed their births, but often their deaths. She watched her Sisters deliver gifts to them of survival, of passion and hunger, want and deliverance. She watched them when they were in their contentments sometimes, but this was foreign to her, and annoying in its unfamiliarity. Mostly, she did what she was called to do and avoided their presence outside her temple, as they sought to avoid hers. Mortals had proven themselves small in their ambitions, and in their abilities, and easily turned, lifetimes ago. She felt badly for them in their smallness at times, and when she did she knew it was her Brother’s work in her heart. When? she would demand of him. When? But he did not know. Only their mother knew, and one did not demand anything of Her. At other times, she hardened her heart against her Brother, turned away from his gentleness and steeled her own strength to destroy what she was driven to destroy. But always he followed her patiently, always. For centuries. For eons. Carrying unspoken promises.

      Until finally the one she waited for came. She didn’t recognize him at first – she had waited so long, after all – a thousand human lifetimes, ten thousand. Then she stopped waiting. She had almost given up hope, and then truly the Earth would have cried out.

      But he came.

      PART ONE

      FINDING

      In the spring, Holda went to rest and Persepona rejoined her Sisters and Brother. Their Mother and Sachi’s siblings were largely absent from court, travelling the world of humans. All but Hekata, who kept her own constant vigil, and Holda, who rested. There were births to witness, those of the people and those of all the animals, the fish, even the rooted things. There was sunshine and music and busyness in the spring of humans. It was a busy time for her siblings, attentive as they were to the needs of humans. But for Sachi it was a time of rest, after the slow work of winter, wind and bitterness her companions, hunger and desperation her shadows as she stalked the land. But mercifully. Winter was a merciful time for her, and though she destroyed, it was rarely unexpected. Those who had prayed she would pass them by greeted her with resignation, knowing that she could not stay, that the seasons would change.

      Spring was a quiet time for Sachi, but summer would be coming, with the endless parade of men, bringing her tribute and burning their sacrifices, entreating her to war. Summer was seldom merciful.

      Be at my side, O Goddess of Destruction.

      Ride with me into the fray.

      Visit mine Enemies, O Great One.

      And the women, with different prayers:

      Spare us, Sister.

      Hold thy hand, Terrible One. Do not visit us this year. Give us this year.

      Hide thy Terrible Face from us.

      And she would listen with patience, for the ten thousandth summer, feeling her Brother’s work in her heart, but also feeling the drumming of her own blood. And she would choose which prayers to answer, and which she could not.

      But that was still three moons away, and today she was tired, and had no duties to attend. Sachi rested.

      When her Sisters returned a moon later, full of satisfied chatter and gossip, Sachi sent her acolytes to greet them. She sent her Highest Priestess Valenta to welcome her Mother home. They all had their own temples and their own priests and priestesses, of course, but it was Sachi’s way of reminding them that she would come visit soon, after they had rested. But one Sister came to her first.

      Perhaps it was time to visit the land to the West, where she had not been, had not even turned her face, in too many years to count. Since the Banishment, since Darkness had taken that land for herself. There had been murmurs among the people these years past, quiet speaking about the work of Darkness there. Sachi listened with only half an ear, until Analia came to her.

      Sachi, there is something wrong there. Death works too slowly.

      Death often works slowly, Sachi shrugged. She laughed shortly. It is Her prerogative.

      No, Analia persisted. Analia was her favorite Sister, the one who brought her the first flowers of spring every year. Her other Sisters and her Brother never brought her flowers, though they brought her other gifts. Wine, and news, and sunshine and moonlight and blood-lust. The humans never brought her flowers, either – it would never occur to them to bring the Goddess of Destruction flowers. But every spring, her court was filled with the scent of the first flowers – lilacs, daisies, peonies. From Analia. She basked in them, while they lasted.

      Then what? Sachi asked her.

      I do not know, Analia replied, clearly troubled. I can no longer see past the border. It is like – like you have already been there, before me, and I cannot enter that land that you have so taken over. It is blanketed in darkness.

      Sachi narrowed her eyes. But I have not been there, Analia. That land may belong to Darkness, but Darkness cannot do my work. She smiled slowly, letting her canines show. She is only a pale imitation.

      I tell you, Analia insisted. There is something wrong there.

      The west is not ours, Sachi reminded her. Let the Gods and Goddesses of that land deal with it.

      But Analia pressed her. If it had been another sibling, she might have grown annoyed. But it was Analia, smelling of lilacs. So she promised to look into it. But first, she must attend to those who sought her out during Dunawnu, the eight days in honor of her Mother’s travail, when pilgrims and supplicants came to Sachi and all her siblings, and those who were bold enough to the Great Goddess Herself. After that, perhaps.

      In the meanwhile, to appease Analia’s concerns she sent emissaries, two young priests in her temple – Solon and Maya, named for her Sister Ain. They should have served the Sun, perhaps, but their fire

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