The quiet, morbid figure walked slowly and silently down the winding halls of the Yggdrasill. She was the only one awake, and she would use that to her obsessive advantage.
Rangda glanced out a small window, through it she could see a giant, featureless moon, hanging in the sky. She hissed at it's beauty and continued her march to the room of the one she had come for.
The one who had released her.
Hekate, the Goddess with Three Faces.
As the Two Faced One reached the bottom of the World Tree, she stepped up to the crystal pond floating in the center of the great hall. She brushed her albino fingers against the still waters, turning the fountain red with blood.
She jerked her head up as she heard low grunting coming from a long hallway not far from where she was standing.
The Torc Allta.
She slowly walked up behind one in human form and grabbed him around the mouth to keep him from yelling as she took the black marble dagger and slit his throat open with it. She ignored the desire to drink his blood as she waked past him, doing the same to the other wereboar guards.
She reached a large gateway with two wooden doors with strange, arcane markings on them. Rangda slowly reached for the white handles when suddenly…..
…..her world exploded.
She was ripped back by a sudden gust of air, throwing the dagger from her hand. Rangda crashed into the blood pond with a loud crashing sound.
She whirled to her feet and hissed into the empty darkness.
Only it wasn't empty, not to her. Because something powerful had been able to manipulate her. And few Elders could control another. Only the most almighty could bend another being against it's will. And Hekate was sleeping, and Shiva had remained in the topmost branches with the Lizard Nathair. Meaning someone, something, was there.
A tall, perfect woman stepped out of the shadows, into the midnight light. She wore a long, flowing green gown that hang tightly to her body. Pink and white flowers intertwined themselves around her. She had a crown of Japanese blossoms in her raven hair. Her eyes were a startling neon green.
Rangda caught her breathe, "Impossible…"
The woman held up her hand. The lines and indents on her perfectly soft and smooth palm began to glow with a shallow halo of white light as the powerful Elder focused her aura into her hand.
"You will not harm my sister, Rangda," The woman said, her voice like beautiful ivy.
Rangda slowly was lifted off the ground, clutching at an invisible hand grasping her throat to the point of suffocation.
"You will return to your prison, where you will fulfill the rest of your punishment…" She paused, looking deep into Rangda's eyes, even thought hey were fifteen feet away from each other, "…for all eternity."
The Thorn focused all her power into fireworks and bolts of energy to shoot at the almighty goddess. But the energy just merely absorbed into her skin, turning a harsh white.
"Danu…" She whispered the Elder's name like a curse. Danu ignored her as she choked out her words. "Juno…" And with that, Rangda immediately disappeared, leaving behind only the faint smell of roses, covered by the powerful scent of honeysuckle from the goddess' aura.
"I am Juno, but I am also Danu," She said softly to the darkness and shadow, "But I know who I always have been, and who I always will be. And no one can change that." Danu reached down and touched the red water, and turned it back o it's crystal form. "True beauty…" She whispered to herself as the moon slowly set beyond the horizon……