Humanity at stake

The fiery depths of hell were surrounding her, while she paced its hard dry surface. The rocky floors were cracked and lava spilled occasionally from them. Her eyes red with fury and no passion to those who stood in her way.

“You there, where’s my dragon?” She would ask frequently

“Miss, oh miss…it has escaped into the volcano again…oh miss, terribly sorry, miss!!” one would say.

Red would illuminate her hands as they’d began to glow with fire wheel formations, She would lift them above her head and used herself as an electricity generator as colours of amber and bloody red curled on her fingertips.

“MISTRESS NO!!!” they would all scream

She’d walk slowly towards them with a wicked grin on her face, while they reached for any pitty others would have, but before their feet could meet with their needs, the touch worst than fire, worst than pain had struck them. And they were gone.

The frozen surface of a body of water had lurked in permafrost for some time, where queen Addanc was forbidden to leave due to her formation of glacier. There she sat day and night concentrating on herself superficially and letting others do her work so she would stay beautiful forever.

“Dear servant” she would say “who is the fairest of them all?”

He would respond “you of course my mistress” and she would smile her impeccable smile and allow him to weigh on her hand a foot because her beauty put a spell on everyone.

Her ice hands could freeze anything in its path by a touch and her breath made her servants minds cold with grief, and thirst to want more.

Queen Addanc did not have to kill her servants, they would kill themselves.

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The Sisters have been arch enemies for some time, proving to each other who will rule humanity, either turning it into a hell with flaring red that burns who is inferior and tortures who is worthy. Or a land of Ice that freezes anything in its path of justice, and kills those with a true heart.

One cannot live in the others land. It would melt Angra Mainyu’s hands and turn them to coal, while the depths of hell would burn Addanc to nothing more than dust.

One thing is for sure. One day there will be a showdown, where they meet head to head, evidently deciding humanities future. And when it does, they will be ready.