prelude to zor rising

The goddess of twilight’s vibrant grape-colored tail thrashed about in anxiety as she watched the events of a branch-off universe through one of the many mirrors that reflected worlds other than her own. Runes and patterns along her body flickered and pulsed, alternating between near-blinding white and black that reflected no light whatsoever.

“Jackdaw. Cherry blossom. I love you both very much and I need you both to understand. I hate this. I hate every minute of it.”

“What the bleeding hell are you even watching?” A man seated next to her, who shined with a dim yet ever-present radiance, asked without even looking up from the book he was holding.

“It’s one of the Pokemon ones. We don’t have any counterparts there, and thank us for it. It’s like everyone but the… I can only call her the ‘protagonist’, and her team, are poorly written charicatures. Let me put this in perspective. The Big Bad in this world is called the Satan Pokemon.”

“...Satan Pokemon.” A spider-like woman, on the other side of her asked.

“That is what I said.”

“Oh no.”

“I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do. I don’t care what the time lady says. I’m going back to the beginning of this mess and punching all of them in the face whether I have to force my way through the plot or not.”

“Poppet no-” The man with the book reached out his hand to try to stop her, but the rift had already been opened and she had already jumped through.