Everything had been falling into place gorgeously. In all honesty, as much as D'naar loved her sisters, it was so much simpler to get everything done without them. Estra constantly trying to prod the Angels into 'fun' rather than the natural order of assigning them tasks to carry out as their rightful servants.. That unruly behaviour certainly wasn't missed. Estra had always had a habit of trying to get the Angels to preform activities or do tricks like those damned 'Mortals' trained their dog creatures or whatever it was.. D'naar admitted she didn't pay close enough attention tot he happenings on the 'Mortal Realm' as her sisters had decided to rename it. Either way.. The distraction of Estra was gone from the Angel's lives as the Mistress of Shadow decided to play with the Mortals instead. A win win situation, really. Estra enjoyed that the Mortals had their own free will to make her 'games' more fun, and D'naar had gotten back all her servants. Well.. All but the one Estra and Gaia had taken at D'naar's own behest.

And Gaia.. A wonderful, sweet-hearted delight she was.. But she was far too needy. She was constantly interrupting D'naar's work on the Realm to talk about those 'Mortals' and their Realm. Why was her focus not -here-.. Where it -should- be..? D'naar supposed she would never understand her younger sister's fascination with those creatures.. But it was certainly much quieter and much more easy to focus now that Gaia had decided to fully live among them in the Mortal Realm.

Meanwhile, D'naar had taken to work, just as she said she would. Given that she was alone here, now, she had taken to calling their superior realm the Light Realm. And the name certainly did suit. Without Estra's presence here to hinder it, the Realm was absolutely glowing. Literally. It would likely be downright blinding to any of those pathetic 'Mortals'. To D'naar, however, it was beautiful. And the Angels.. well.. even if they did have eyes of their own not linked to the Sisters, or opinions of their own in their heads vacant of any free will.. D'naar still wouldn't truly care what they thought. Their position was to serve. 'yes ma'am' no matter the subject.

The Realm itself had been crafted into a utopia. A plethora of structures spanning the realm interspersed by streams of flowing Light and golden embellishments and trees both alike and at the same time far better than those in the Mortal Realm. Same with a few rolling hills and other mimicking structures that D'naar had gazed upon and not found -entirely- primitive and revolting. Her Angels were housed according to status that D'naar herself laid out and organized and, with no one there to oppose her, now, D'naar had everything running flawlessly.

She was even contemplating her next step. Surprisingly enough, now was the time she recalled what her sisters had been blabbering on about however many hundreds of years ago. The mortals. Being guided and taught.. Well.. more like molded, in D'naar's mind. The Angels followed the Light out of Duty. Out of lack of choice. They were literally created to serve her. Mortals, on the other hand.. She could expand her reach to the Mortal Realm and rebuild that, too, in her image. Of course, she wouldn't have even her Angels dirty their hands with that work. But convincing the Mortals to follow the Light? Having them build the structures and teach the ways and pass them on through their disgusting little generations? It would be like a whole new batch of Angels.

D'naar was interrupted form her internal musing by a rather heavy presence.. It was as though the gorgeous, finely crafted air of the place took on a heavy, muggy, even clammy sort of effect. It caused D'naar to crinkle her nose in disgust and seem out the offending problem.

And what she found was a face she hadn't seen in a few hundred years. Estra.

“Wow, you really did a number on this place, didn't you..?” She asked. Her typical, light-hearted and easy going demeanor instantly rubbing D'naar the wrong way. She had gotten so used to everyone around her being bound to follow her that she'd forgotten what it was like to speak with someone who wasn't. She didn't enjoy it..

“In the absence of my sisters I felt it was a good idea if at least -I- continued the work I was meant to do here.” She answered, short tempered and a touch cold. Not that D'naar truly noticed, or cared, herself. Estra, however, frowned.

“Well you've made it almost intolerable for me t be here, you know..” She said, lifting a hand in emphasis. Against the blinding light of the Realm Estra's dark hand was smoking a touch. The overpowering Light burning at the Shadows that comprised her form.

“There is a very simple solution to this problem, you know?” D'naar shrugged lgihtly, seeing Estra frown as she'd essentially just been told 'get the hell out'.

“I can't find Gaia.” Estra announced, deciding it best to simply cut straight to the chase.

“Have you lost your abilities as well? You spend all this time rolling around in sin with these dirty little primates..”

“'Sin'?” Estra repeated, perking a brow.

“Yes. It's the word I've decided encapsulates all these disgusting little habits my Angels have reported you get up to. Fornication, self-indulgence, spreading corruption.. You've been living a wretched and disgusting life, Estra, I can't say I want you back here to sully the Realm I have devoted my entire focus to.”

“Well good news for you, I didn't really -want- to come back. The Mortals are a lot more fun than your 'stick up your ass' self anyway.” Estra scoffed, and D'naar curled a lip in disgust at Estra's vulgar words. ”I came because our little sister has gone missing. I can't locate her signature anywhere. I thought I might come back to see if she'd returned to this Realm. But clearly you've made it so much your own that it likely wouldn't treat Gaia any better than it's treating me..” She huffed, passing another glance down to her smoking fingers, sizzles of pain shocking through her system in small doses here and there. Not only was D'naar trying to dispel her form this place, but the Realm itself was, too.

“I thought she was with you. Living in debauchery alongside you taking Mortals into her bed and birthing them demigod offspring as though the Realm deserves them..” D'naar shook her head in clear disgust. “Why not send your Angel to look for her, if you're so incapable. Which one have you taken again?”

“Quinn. And I have already asked him and he can't find her, either.”

“Asked?” D'naar scoffed. “You don't -ask- them, you order them. Perhaps that is why they so lazily gave up before completing their task. You've corrupted it now, send that one back to me.”

“D'naar!” Estra snapped, though her frustration seemed to manifest as a sharp sting across her person, the Mistress of Shadow flinching slightly. “You are missing the point. Why don't -you- try to sense her before you tell me my powers are simply fading form corruption or whatever other excuse you want to give it so it paints a picture of me being incapable and the entire thing not being your problem.. Speaking of 'lazy'..” She huffed.

“You believe you can come into my Realm and order -me- around?”

“-Your- Realm?”

“Yes, -my- Realm. -I- am the one who stayed behind to look after it, after all. To build it and grow it and bring it to it's glory as you see now!” D'naar hissed with a gesture around at the place. Her anger, as well, seemed to manifest as a sharp pain for Estra.

“Queen Shadow, Queen Light..” Another voice rose between them, silencing their fighting as an Angel manifested beside them, dipping to a knee and bowing his halo'd head as he addressed them, gaining their attention.

“Quinn! Have you found anything?” Estra asked immediately, taking a step towards him with her worry clearly overriding her anger towards her sister of Light.

“I could not find Queen Nature..” He spoke. “Though I tracked down one of her descendants who told me she has sacrificed herself tot he Mortal Realm.”

“What!?” Both sisters answered in tandem.

“What does that mean, 'sacrificed' herself? She is Immortal, she can do no such thing!” At least -now- D'naar sounded concerned for their youngest sibling.

“Her descendant claims she gave her physical form to the Mortal Realm in the form of a sub Realm. One devoted to Nature and the Mortals' 'Druidism'. A sanctuary of safe haven to protect and look after them.”

“Why would she do that without consulting us..?” Estra muttered, her attention moving to D'naar.

“Perhaps because you were too busy organizing group sex and converting sour Mortal foods into intoxicating poisons!” D'naar barked, turning her golden glare on her sister. “You were the one who went with her, you were meant to protect her!”

“She was fine!” Estra defended. “She'd taken home with Mortals who revered Nature! They loved her, worshiped her even if she refused to let them treat her as a Deity! They would never harm her even if they were capable of it! How is it -my- fault that she made this decision!?”

“You were supposed to stay with her! Instead you ran off to pursue your own foolish games and devices in the name of 'fun'!”

“And you!? You were too busy making this place into your personal fucking Eden to care about anyone past yourself! There was no reason you couldn't have checked in on her! You've always been better at reason and logic than I have, anyway! Even if I -had- known what she was planning to do, -you- were the one who could have talked her out of it, not me!”

“You will -not- blame this on me! Neither of you were supposed to leave our Realm in the first place! Neither of you were meant to gallivant with lesser creatures, you were supposed to stay here!”

“You didn't exactly keep it welcoming, though, did you!?”

“Enough!” D'naar shouted, a booming 'crack' through the air and a simultaneous stumble back form Estra as another sharp pain wracked her system. “You are right. This Realm, MY Realm, isn't welcoming to the likes of someone as self-serving, childish, and irresponsible as you are! YOU lost our sister. This is on YOUR head! And the punishment for it will be death!” She snarled, lifting her arms to summon the power of her Realm, physical Light drawing to her form like bolts of lightning.

“You can't kill me, D'naar!” Estra growled, though there were definite notes of fear to her tone, along with hitches of pain as the Realm itself reacted to D'naar's grieving outrage.

“Oh but I can try.” D'naar snapped, throwing her arms forward. Estra gasped using what strength she could to pull a wall of physical shadows around her, creating a shield to protect what she could of herself from the blast of Light. It was dissipated instantly. D'naar had too much power here, now. Knocked off balance with several burning wounds gashed across her skin, Estra tumbled as D'naar readied another spell in hopes of carrying out her threat.

However, Estra found herself caught before she could fall to the ground, her wide, shock and terror filled eyes looking up to Quinn, who had jumped to catch her, his wings curled around her to protect her form D'naar's incoming attack. However, for a moment, it didn't come. D'naar's eyes had gone wide, herself. Watching the Angel jump to protect Estra. As though it had a -choice-!? In the Realm of Light faced with D'naar's power here verses Estra's all Angels should be compelled to protect their true Queen. The one who stayed. The one who was truly actively ruling over them. Not her. Not the Mistress of Shadow.

“How dare you?” D'naar finally spoke, voice sharp and rather haunting. “You want to protect her? You wish to go against me!? Then you die, too!” She snarled, summoning the remainder of her powerful spell and crashing it against the pair in a flash.

A literal flash, it seemed.

As the spell collided with Estra and Quinn, the blinding quality of the Light Realm amplified tenfold. So much so that D'naar was knocked back with the force of a massive explosion, seeing her tumble end over end and land flat on her back on the ground. It took a moment. A lengthy moment, in fact, before the harsh flash of unforgiving Light cleared and allowed sight to return again. Before the ringing in D'naar's ears gave way to true sounds again, however muffled they felt at the time being past the deafening boom of the explosion.

Sitting up, surprisingly sore for the first time in her existence, D'naar's eyes moved to the spot Estra and Quinn had been standing moments prior. They were gone.. Seemingly vaporized.. And a massive crater of pitch black stood out against her Realm like a sore thumb, making D'naar cringe after all the work she'd put into making everything pristine. Looking past this glaring blemish, however, D'naar couldn't help a sharp gasp.

The Angels had changed.. Previously mindless creatures. No eyes of their own on their faces, only eyes across their wings used as viewing points for the Sisters. They'd previously had no mouths, speaking telepathically instead to limit any backtalk, not that they had been capable of it.. They had previously had several arms to carry out several tasks efficiently.. Their Halos had been grand. Clear marks of their status and now.. Now..

They looked little better than the Mortals.. The explosion of the blast, the idea of one of their own rising against D'naar.. Estra being killed or banished, leaving them with..

Choice..

And they took it. Instantly.. Or near-so.. After discovering themselves, after realizing they had a choice.. Several of them turned their newly formed eyes in her direction as she remained sat on the ground, frozen with shock. A good portion took to now eyeless wing, flying as fast as their wings could carry them into the sky, through portals out of D'naar's Realm, abandoning her. And then, a good few hundred more..

They charged at her. Flew with fury and hatred and ill intent. Luckily, there were those who apparently chose to stay on her side. They jumped to action, protecting D'naar as they fought among each other. D'naar's Realm was swiftly turned into a battlefield. No. A war zone. Her previously pristine, carefully organized and well running Realm.. Now complete chaos, Angels fighting Angels, a good few structures shattered to rubble by the explosion, a massive black crater scarring the otherwise perfectly white land..

All because of that wretch. That corrupted, selfish wretch.. If Estra hadn't died in that blast.. Oh she would wish she had..