The very air shattered, the noise beyond deafening, as Neart and Beithíoch returned to Siobhan with forms new and magnificent. Seeing them there, Siobhan felt the tears roll down her face as the beauty of both of the overwhelmed her. She had known of course, but to see them here, their faces and perfect forms so bright and new, it was so perfect that there was no other word that could be used to describe them.
Beithíoch stood hundreds of feet tall in the cavernous void they stood in, his skin was black and red with Siobhan’s amethyst eye emblazoned on his chest. His great wings, even as they barely moved created winds that would topple most trees. Higher still his beautiful face was the serpent now, a perfect mix of beast and fear, violence and perfection. His eyes glowed a deep amber in the darkness and even from below Siobhan could see it perfectly. Her heart nearly skipped a beat as he lowered that vast body to the floor and laid his head on the ground so his eyes were level with his. There were tears in his eyes and Siobhan knew they were not of sadness or despair, but of the greatest joy.
She next looked to her wonderful Neart, the creation of creations and marveled at how magnificent all of those legs looked on her, the muscles evident even in the void of lack that carried her. Her beauty magnified a hundredfold by the frame that supported the head with its eyes aplenty. Following Beithíoch’s example, Neart carefully folded herself downward in a way that would not seem possible to look at her and cast her gaze at Siobhan and each eye wept the same tears of Beithíoch.
“My sweet loves, here you stand before me in the truest expressions of yourself. The inner beauty that was made real, desires made flesh and all the things you did not want, removed from you forever.” Siobhan ran a hand down the faces of both of them and sat down between the two massive beings and told her tale.
“I knew there would need to be a way to distribute my justice in the world. I knew that, while I could see all, I cannot be in all places without losing attention to another. So, to you my loves, I decided to give dominion.” She looked at Beithíoch and smiled wide. “To you my greatest love, I give the and all things that look to it for meaning and hope, for love and for answers. You will speak with my voice and you will give the people what they desire for my power courses through you in ways you have yet to discover. You will ask me nothing, you will do their will because I know you cannot do anything that I would not approve of.”
She turned her head to Neart and looked at the delight of the eyes that she had been given. “To you sweet Neart, I give the Land. You will roam it, taking the things that do not belong and removing them, nurturing the things that do belong there. You will do all of this and a thousand times more because all you want is a purpose and, now, you, at last, have it. You are the Queen of Spiders now, your predecessor killed with honor and respect by my own hand, her body consumed as her wishes dictated. She died knowing that her greatest glory would succeed her.
Siobhan backed up and looked at those two wonders that she had once called children and wept her own tears.
“Now, go my loves and know that you take all of my power and ambition with you to rule over the world as I have dictated. I am Always, I am Eternity.” With that Siobhan turned and faded into the Darkness, her loves looking at one another and knowing that the world was in need of them, and as soon as they thought it, they too faded into the Darkness, their duties and obligations are known.