feminam deus

“You’re not helping yourself lady.” It was kind of funny really.

“What a fucking dork.”  It’s all she can say. Here the other woman is, trying to justify nearly falling in lava.

“Still. Quite disappointing for someone of your stature.” Arceus ought to know better. Or at least know better than to do such a thing while someone was around.

“This is disappointing.” The fact that they nearly fell into the lava, or that they’re stupid enough to get that close, she doesn’t know which is more.

██ ∞ ██

“Ah– I’m sorry mother. It’s a natural reaction for me…” 

He gave a small pout, his hair ruffled by her gentle hands. The height difference would have been enough warrant just for her to not even make an attempt. But no— of course not. She was his mother and no matter what the circumstance it seemed that he would always be her little hatchling. Admittedly, it was embarrassing… 

“I am content mother, just running back and forth between things like I normally do and managing to spend time with ‘Kia and ‘Tina. But how have you been? Have you been asleep all this time?” 

The deity gently took her hand from his head and placed a light kiss in the palm. Just for her to know he’s not being so uptight. 

     “Asleep? Not exactly. I’ve rather been staying in the library. Time passed me by without my notice. Simply reading. I had a want to read through some of the older books in the collection and it seems to have taken all my time right up! I finally figured it was time to put the books down and check on things. Imagine my surprise when I walk out and the world has moved on yet again without me!”

     Well, if there had’ve been a looming apocalypse, she would have known. She didn’t pay too close attention other than that fact. A mother knows when her child is in danger. And first and foremost, the world was her child. In a sense, anyways. The creation trio were just as much her children as the world itself was. They were the caretakers of it in a sense. And if they were in danger and the world loomed on apocalyptic fate, she would step in and stop it. She’s never had to so far.

   “Thank you for understanding Mother. And I am sure he would be happy to be considered a friend to you though.” The man replied, sliding a hand up to brush through his scruffy pink hair At least the woman was willing to sit and speak with him on equal footing, rather than looking down at him like a child. It was also nice for her to not publicly shame her children for doing things that she was entirely aware of, allowing them to do things their own way so they can judge situations themselves.

⊰ ☄ ⊱ 

“You got it, doc! Whatever you want’s fine by me. Actually, jumpin’ through some sort’a rift sounds like it’d be a thrill. And please - no skimpin’ on any of the drama. If there’s one thing I love it’s makin’ a dramatic entrance.”

                            As if all the glitter and flashy lights that tended to accompany his awakenings didn’t tip that off to anyone to begin with. Like he would ever ‘mind’ a chance to leap through space and time - it was the perfect opportunity to try some thing new! And… Admittedly something that sounded very, very cool. Forcing space to bend to one’s will was incredible. It would be an outright crime to say no. Jirachi leapt onto his feet with a bit of aplomb, his eyes trained on Arceus while he stepped a bit closer to her.

“Hey, is that hard to do? Rift-makin’, I mean. Do you get tired or anything or can you just dole ‘em out?”

                            Not that he’d be all that surprised if she didn’t break a sweat. She was known for her power - or… Feared for it, more like it. Renowned? Either way, he couldn’t see anything in it more than how awesome it had to be to command so much power whenever she wanted. Forget pickpocketing for candy money, she could just make the candy whenever she wanted, no wishes necessary! Or… That was probably how it worked. Didn’t it? … Would it be offensive to ask?

"Lead the way, doc! Can’t wait t’see it for myself.”

     The deity reached her hand out in front of her, the vision of the world before them beginning to bend and shift a little. Reality looked a little funny for a moment when you were about to rip open a rift to travel through. The only ones used to doing this would be her and Palkia, her having given Palkia this power and responsibility. Didn’t mean she still couldn’t use it.

     “I’d like to be modest with you and say it is hard, but the truth of the matter is, it’s nigh second nature. After all, we live on my world. Everything here is subject to my whim, which is scary to others. But I am benevolent, if I haven’t proven that over and over on multiple occasions.” 

     She starts to laugh, a light and airy sound. Her hand moves, swiping across the area reality had been distorting. A rather odd ethereal noise came as the rift opened. It looked rather like space on the inside. There was no clear indication of where it ended; only that it began. Not that the view of space wasn’t awfully pretty, in her opinion.

⊰ ☄ ⊱ 

“Right! You did raise them, didn’t’cha? Dang, three kids… Or… Not kids, but… Y’know what I mean, yeah? Sounds like a headache if you ask me. I mean, how would their terrible twos’a been? Temporal tantrums and universe-wide disturbances over a time out or summit’ like that.”

                            Jirachi didn’t bother holding his tongue or speaking more properly about the likes of Dialga or Palkia - as far as he saw it they had to be the same as everyone else, at least on some level. He could assume that much without having ever met them. If Arceus herself fit the bill then why wouldn’t they? Still, the idea of having to deal with a triad of troublemakers pulling the strings to the universe sounded like a royal headache. Anyone who could deal with the likes of it had to be some sort of saint. Or did they just appear as fully-grown, fully-capable whatever-they-were-s?

“Izzat right? I ain’t worried about you ‘smitin’’ me or nothing - not expecting it, anyhow. If it comes then whatever, I’ve lived long enough. The offer of sweets, though, now that’s something. You got a good head on your shoulders there, doc.”

                            He flashed his usual toothy grin - always asymmetrical, always uneven, as though the very muscles that made up his face refused to allude to anything other than childlike mischief for even a fraction of a second - and rubbed his gloved hands together as if he’d just broken into Fort Knox. A fancy archeological site, books on astronomy and the promise of sweets? Oh, he would be back. Again. And again. And again. If she didn’t watch herself Arceus would have a one-man infestation at this rate.

"But yeah! That sounds like loads’a fun! Not like I’ve got any friends or family ta entertain me. Most’a the time I just mess with whatever humans I find. It’d be snazzy ta just hang out with somebody for once.”

     “Then sitting around here is doing us no good, yes? As they say, suppose time is indeed of the essence.” 

     Well, to most. Not to her. Time was expendable when you had nothing but. She was the very definition of immortality. Everyone else around her could crumble and fade into nothingness, but she would remain. It was a scary thought. The reason the world existed was because she had been born into nothingness and had experienced loneliness. A terrible feeling, really. To date she hated it the most.

     The white haired woman stood herself up, and cast a smile to Jirachi as she did so. Hopefully he was not adverse to travelling through a small rift in space. As Arceus, she had access to everything. Including the moves belonging to the deities of time and space. After all, these were things she had designated to them. Things she had originally. Easing the work load to make a working universe. 

     “I do not assume you are opposed to a quick rift travel? It is the fastest and easiest way to reach the palace. Not to mention I can drop us right at the front doors, just inside the front doors, or anywhere really. But I might think on the first visit, appearing outside the doors is the best way of doing it. If you have a penchant for the dramatic, anyway.”

   Nodding slowly to the womans words, the dragon couldn’t help but run a hand through his short and scruffy hair. Maybe she was right, she was still his mother after all, but the hovering just made him feel a little claustrophobic and made his mind race a thousand miles per second. “Well, if you’re curious.” He folded his arms across his chest and inhaled slowly.

   “I currently have company, I am unsure if you have sensed him already or not, but he is very much around.” Palkia explained, lowering his gaze only to let his eyes slip up, glancing to her just from above his glasses - not that he could see her like that. Stars began to dance in his eyes, the cosmos shining up towards the true god.

     “I am aware.”

     After all, there’s hardly a single thing she’s not aware of that goes down within these walls. Even if it’s not her pieces of it specifically, she’s aware. She doesn’t like making it apparent; finding it something that tends to make everyone nervous. That’s the last thing she wants to do. 

 ██ ∞ ██

“Ah?” 

The deity blinked and turned to see his creator before him. She was by no means petite— the God was lengthy. Her skin flawless and pale with a glow that only told of her divinity. Some could argue that she was the example of perfection. 

“Lord Arceus— I’ve been… busy for the lack of better words but well. Is everything alright?”

     “Dialga, dear, there is no need for formalities! If you wish to call me anything, you may use the name I’ve taken; Asiel.”

     Light laughter passes her, and she shakes her head, hair lightly moving with the motion. Formalities. As if she hadn’t raised him from a small child. Then again, she did give them all space once they grew up. But what strikes such a fear of possible smiting into others when all she tries is to stop that from cropping up? Oh well. Perhaps she’ll just have to remind him that she’s here because she cares. Her hand moves to his head, ruffling his hair gently. 

⊰ ☄ ⊱ 

“Excitin’ is a word for it. Fun… Not really… He was a real weirdo, tried ta make me make a Groudon for him ta use n’all that. Really put a hamper on an otherwise great time.”

                            She spent all her time reading? That was so… Boring… His thoughts came right as she said it, of course, but aside from a momentary flash of embarrassment of having been pegged faster than light Jirachi couldn’t care less about it. He would be frank about it - there was nothing wrong with reading, but it took time. Time was, to him, a very precious commodity. Why waste it reading when it could be used living, or… Messing with people? There were simply things in the world that were more fun to him than sitting around reading some dusty old books.

“I dunno if it means anything, but I don’t think you’re too old or nothing. Maybe you’re just… A lot calmer than the rest’a us? Can’t really speak for anyone other than myself though, but I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t zap anyone that happened ta tick me off ta smithereens if I were in your position.”

                            Oh, and what a sight that would be. A world ruled by Jirachi. Endless sweets! Forget the sun - the open stars, twenty four hours a day! Meteor showers ‘round the clock! All the water in the world replaced with sweet, sticky soda pop and the earth replaced with crunchy peanut brittle. Nobody would survive, sure, but a planet of infinite stars and sweets sounded right up his alley.

                            Maybe it was for the best that he granted other people’s wishes and not his own.

“Sorry ta say it doc, but reading is boring! I wouldn’t say no to a visit, though - to see the archeology’a the place and all that. Maybe I could meet’cha halfway and find some sorta astronomy book’a yours to read.”

     “Of course, reading is not for everyone. I suppose calmer hobbies come after having raised three children closely. Palkia, Dialga and Giratina were all closely raised by me, after all. I suppose after mothering to three little dragons, a lot of my spunk went into the calmer things. Doesn’t mean excitement isn’t something I can enjoy. Just not something I do too often. Too much of a good thing, yes?” 

     She laughs. It’s a light sound that falls from her mouth. She genuinely is enjoying talking with the wishmaker. He’s a breath of fresh air where it’s been needed. Bright and energetic. She really enjoyed those people. Reminded her of raising three children. Albeit, now they are partially far from her children as they’ve moved on. It’s nice to still see them call her mother when they do. 

     “Although, if you wish to come see the palace itself, I can for sure arrange it for you. It’s nice to have visitors. Many are frightened I might smite them for setting foot there. It’s quite the opposite, in fact. There are quite a few Unown who hang around that are more than happy to accommodate guests. And if I am correct, you have a penchant for sweet things? There is more often than not sweets around for guests. Perhaps you’d enjoy some of the selection. I do enjoy sharing if it would make others happy.”

     Extending invitations felt nice. Besides, it was a rather large and empty place most of the time. Pristine white and gold halls with no one roaming them but her. Guests would be wonderful to see. She pauses, looking at Jirachi for a moment. 

   “Well, it is nice to see such effort put into preparing food. But yes, hovering would only make me dislike your presence, and that would be a nuisance considering you’re my mother. Now – “He paused reaching down to pick up one of the small sandwiches from inside the box to bring it to his lips to have a taste. Remaining silent for a second he let out a huff from his nose - it tasted pretty good.

   “How have you been anyway? I do not often visit your sections of the palace I admit, so I ask with curiosity how you have been fairing.” Palkia spoke, wiping his lips of any crumbs that had decided to latch onto his lips. That was a thought actually - Palkia hadn’t introduced his newest house guest to his mother, of course she had probably known of his existence in the palace, he wasn’t too sure if she and the shadow had crossed paths. He wasn’t going to just throw the Bestiae into her face just then though. Respect, she required at least that much.

     She averts her gaze at the mention of hovering making him dislike her. Hovering was bad. Very bad. But she can’t help the fact she wants to. She wants the best for her children, but it’s hard to come to terms with the fact that distancing herself from them is the best thing for them. Suppose that’s really what it’s like to be a mother when your children grow up. Not exactly flying the coop per say, but enough so they don’t need her. There’s a pause. She knows he asked her a question, but there is something else on her mind now.

     The time deity would feel a light tap on his shoulder from behind him. Turning around, he’d find a familiar smiling woman. Asiel had figured it high time she came back and gave him a visit. Time was a concept he was best with. To Asiel, it passed without her noticing. Hopefully it wasn’t too long or too short of a time lapse between their last meeting. She wanted to give him space, but not appear to have abandoned him.

     “Are you alright dear? That was quite a tumble you just took.”

   It was nice to see his mother though the way she spoke of him taking breaks almost make his body shiver in disgust. Working was something Palkia had enjoyed and so he continued to do so - even if it was unhealthy, considered an addiction. Rubbing the back of his neck, the man made his way to the sofa only to sit beside the woman, placing the box down on the coffee table.

   “I take breaks when I collapse, it has always been that way. And there is no need to help, complaints haven’t been as frequent in this last few eons, most beings seem happy with their worlds.” He explained, leaning forwards to open up the packed lunch, the corner of his lips twitching once more. “Made from scratch I see.”

     “I suppose you’re right. Not to mention I shouldn’t hover over you. You’re grown up now. I don’t need to hover as if you were a small child. You can handle yourself. My apologies, Palkia.” She has to keep reminding herself. No matter how harsh they treated themselves, it was their lives. She could be in it, but not constantly hovering. That was bad. That would make them  dislike her. She wanted to remain a positive influence in their lives. She wanted them to smile upon seeing her.

⊰ ☄ ⊱ 

“I’unno about that - I mean, when you only get seven days outta a thousand years y’tend to notice the time passing. Sort of. i guess you’re right about it when it’s referrin’ to others like us.”

                            Of course she was right. Who in their right mind thought they could prove Arceus wrong of anything? It wasn’t like either one of them had a face that betrayed even a fraction of the years that had passed them by. Her mention of Spear Pillar piqued his interest a bit - the mention of anywhere he’d never visited tended to get him curious, though something in the back of his head told him that asking for a visit as an excuse to scope the place out and possibly mooch off any divine snacks she had laying around may not be entirely well received. He could at least think about it.

                            "A lack’a apocalyptic phooey is always good to hear. Uh… I’unno if anything I’ve seen would count as exciting ta somebody like you. Granted some wishes obviously, some good, some not so good. Hung out with some pirate-lookin’ kids. Got chased around by a magician. Fell in love with soda pop. Yadda yadda yadda.”

     “Chased around by a magician? That sounds silly! And fun. Quite a lot more exciting than what I’ve been doing. Spending my time up in Spear Pillar reading for the most part. I really love the written word. But many others find it boring. It passes the time by far. Whether it is a retelling of actual events or someone’s fabricated world, it is always wonderful to me. But perhaps I am just too old. Some days I do wonder. The rest of you seem so young and full of life, while I sit away like a relic. Suppose I’ve only got myself to blame. Then again, many are nervous around Arceus. Afraid I’ll smite them at any second. I try my best to make it clear I will only act if someone is succeeding in bring about the apocalypse, but I suppose people will remain scared regardless.”

     It was a bit saddening to think about, honestly. She disliked the fact that others were nervous around her and watched their step. Some days she longed to be like the humans. Carefree and treated the same as the next person on the street. Then she’d be allowed to have fun with others. Though sometimes she got away with it with the humans, but sometimes even they acted wary of her. Then again, her choice of dress did scream regality. Her fault again.