Bliss rushed through the connections that was her being, leaving behind her other half to deal with the Giver and her army. While she focused on the one aimed at the Maker Himself. With Bliss, a tide of hundreds of wills followed in pursuit racing towards the Giver calls.

“Did you think I wouldn’t act to the offers sent?” The Giver screamed as Bliss immaterial form worked its way out into the chamber her Maker had made. A place of molten ruin and spreading Nightmares. The Giver herself, or Givers, since there were multiple of them. All of which were about the size of a small Mountain. Launched Chants at the Oasis that was already preoccupied with Lust and Hunger own creations.

Or was, the Giver was pulling quite a bit of attention to herself. Her figure was that of a normal, though perfect Vail women. Clad in the illusion of flowing silks in the spectrum of white gold, and endowed with precious gem encrusted armbands and other jewelry in her hair and pierced ears. The sight was tantalizing to say the least. And with there being multiple versions of her, the Nightmares in the chamber were going into a frenzy as they stopped their march to the Oasis and rushed towards them. The cavern itself was filled with screeching calls as the Nightmares sent word of the feast before them.

Not that the Giver cared, no her full attention was on the Oasis, striking it with bolts of lightning that did little more than bounce across its surface. The Oasis remained still at the moment, uncaring of the strikes being hurled at it. For the Maker Himself wasn’t paying attention, His awareness was being pulled at in too many directions. But the most pressing one was Him singing to His children in the panel chamber.

The Givers trick had caused the whole of Bliss to scream and wail in the wrongness as the Chant tried to undo the Makers work. So within His chamber, as he was fighting to keep all safe, those around him began to scream in pain and fall to the floor. That and the reveal of the Giver herself, with her aggressive words, had her Maker rattled.

“Did you really think your thought form could keep you safe, think Bliss could handle me?” The Giver raved, sending more bolts crashing into the Oasis. Even hitting Mountains that were at the moment chained.

“Think I wouldn’t come for you after all the Souls you stole, the Sanctums you’ve plundered.” The Givers yelled in admonishment. Each word both pulling on Bliss to smack the contentious cur down, and alarm as she revealed everything to Him. For He was listening and pulled away from the children as He focused more and more on the panel, on the words being sent his way.

The realms of Worry whispered to Him, trying to help Him put the pieces together, and it was only a matter of time before revelation struck and His wrath turned on the Giver and Bliss.

So, now that her surprise was ruined, her task to keep the Maker content while she enacted his will undone. Bliss pulled on the River that was merging with the Oasis. Had the wills that followed her call out and desire to the essence.

Her constructs formed quickly and floated in front of the Oasis putting up barriers. She glared at the Givers before her, a growing number as more kept coming from breach she’d made. So Bliss pulled more from the River, a crushing tide seeing as the Maker continued pulling on it, Enough that it was causing the essence to rip the realm above apart to allow it to funnel down faster.

“Bliss,” they said to her, annoyed by the look of things as she intervened and blocked the Chants sent for the Oasis. “Shouldn’t you have been cleansed by now?” they thought to themselves.

“The only one going to be cleansed here is you!” Bliss shouted through her many constructs before launching them forward. she tackled into the Givers and began sending off a variety of chants to distract them. For at the moment, her Maker needed the majority of Bliss attention. His mind was in turmoil, too much was going on around him, and the added weight of not understanding most of it was causing issues. It was rather blatant as she moved much of her focused to Him, watching though His daughters as He gazed through the panels wearing a bewildered look even with His eyes closed. While He watched the scene outside His hands trembled and legs pistoned up and down in unspent nervousness.

“What in all the realms is going on?” Her Maker said, Fear thick in His words.

“A collision of opposing desires Maker,” Bliss said through the vessels near Him. The act had His head jerk to her direction, eyes flicked open as he stared at them. Both wide and pulsing with power primed to act, waiting for the slightest urge by Him to begin fixing things.

“I tried sparing you these troubles,” Bliss continued, even as Worry whispered louder in His ears. “Make the realm as you envisioned while you remained happy and content. But the Giver,” Bliss said showing teeth “She’s proving more difficult than I planned, causing such unwanted turmoil for the both of us.”

The Maker stared at her, eyes moving from one vessel to the next. For she was speaking through all of them at once, knowing that it was unsettling him, but the time to hide was done. He knew things were amiss now, the Giver had revealed too much. And the display of all His children screaming and acting in pain together was a large enough hint for him to start putting things together.

Plus, with how capable the Giver was showing herself to be, it was a detriment for the Maker to be clueless of the fight going on around Him.

“I confess children, your act is making me quite unnerved.” The Maker said, a half lie, He knew it wasn’t an act, but pretended others wise. While He listened to Worry and began planning how to fight this unknown, to protect His children the best He could.

“It's not an act Maker, we both know this.’ Bliss said kindly to him, wanting nothing more than to hold Him in her arms and making all the troubles occurring go away.

A scowl marked His face, unkind eyes glared down at her, wrath promised if things continued how they were.

“I’m here Maker, your Bliss is here, will help, as I always do. I’ll clean this mess and explain things after.” Bliss spoke and poured out the feeling He sent to others constantly. The act had his eyes widen, then a little more as she showed herself to him, formed another construct out of the essence in the air, and gave him one of Guilts looks.

“It wasn’t supposed to be this way.” She said looking Him in the eyes, ones filling with Fear, “but still, no matter how you feel, it's wonderful for you to be truly looking at me.”

The Maker breathed in and out very slowly, His eyes fixed on her, while His ears pinned themselves behind His back. His mind was racing, flooding with thoughts, trying to plan, trying to understand. To accept what she was.

“Bliss?” the Maker said questioningly. “It’s literal, isn’t it?” the Maker asked her and she nodded. Sent another pulse of warmth at Him, one familiar. The act had His vessel shiver, and unbeknownst to him, begin to bite its lip.

“How long have you been with me?” He said in a whisper, half expecting an answer as He looked inward. Distracted by countless thoughts vying for His attention. His unthinking Worry kept pestering Him, sending one scenario after the other racing in His mind. Most entailed of betrayal, of her turning against Him at any moment. Yet the Maker half listen to those, for behind Him Not-Instinct was there, a comforting hand on His shoulder.

Bliss didn’t stare at that one, she kept her eyes firmly on her Maker, lest He think there was someone behind him. She was going to begin telling Him more, but through her many eyes Bliss saw her counterpart removing the barriers around the Road. Saw essence flooding down the hall. And not long later the Wards of the Road begin to dim.

“Maker, my beloved Maker.” Bliss said, the warmth of what she was spilling over Him as she spoke, gaining His attention. “I know you have so many questions, desire with great weight for answers. But please leave it for later, the Giver isn’t being subtle with her attempts to kill you, nor the Nightmares flooding the realm around us.”

Her words snapped Him out of His inner thoughts, brought Him back to the present. His eyes returned to looking at her, a mixture of many, through Embarrassment and Anger were warring with one another over who’d be top. Her Maker Hated being shown as a fool, and her impromptu reveal, of being completely unaware of events happening, had that feeling blooming large and pristine.

“Fine.” the Maker said, His voice lanced with Anger, eyes glaring at her. “But not a moment more, once this nonsense is done, you’re going to explain everything to me.” His tone was firm, adamant and without reproach.

Bliss smile grew in size as she stared at him with loving eyes. “Of course, Maker I wouldn’t have it any other way.” With that, her Maker slowly and forcefully reconnected himself with the panels, gazed back out into the mayhem taking place. Which was good because things were spiraling out of control. Her other half was attacking the Road, which fell into darkness as the Wards dimmed to nothing. Vessels kept streaming into the Oasis regardless but formed floating lights to see. Thankfully her Maker wasn’t focused on the soon to be crumbling Road. No, his sight was pulled to the war waging outside the Oasis.

Bliss many selves were keeping the Givers suitable entertained. Plus, the Nightmares as they screeched and attacked in delight at the sight of more Vail looking prey. Prey the size of Mountains, a feast above all feast for their disgusting eyes. Their bellowing calls had More Mountains show themselves, drawn in by the different tone sung by the Nightmares.

One was another Flesh Mountain, followed by a creature that resembled what the wills called a Deathmaw. Both turned towards Bliss and the Giver, mouths dripping with saliva as they stared. She could hear Hunger gasp as he took the sight of them in. “Sweetlings, of sweetlings.” He screeched before losing himself in his own nature and charged at them.

The Givers were becoming rather agitated with all the obstructions and that her move to swiftly get at the Maker was failing. That and Bliss could see the Giver was becoming aware of the difficulty of such even if the Nightmares weren’t around. The Oasis wasn’t something one could just crack with the flip of a hand, and with it being powered directly by a River. Which was still rushing and surging into said object it was practically unbreakable.

Which was rather the point when the Maker turned his mind into making it. A place of last refuge, a place those saved could truly see they were safe and free from the problems of before. At least that was how it was supposed to be, but the realm seemed determined to undo that work of His.

More Ancients appeared, each horde larger than the last, progressively moving up in size of that of a Mountain. Plus, the Mountains themselves were growing as well. Crystal formations sprouted from their hides displaying to all of the essence that lied within waiting for the chance to be used. A problem, considering that many were drawn to the Oasis as well. The shrieking cries of chained Mountains gaining their attention. The growing number of them had her Maker tense and focus fully on His chant, pulling on the River with a desire so compelling.

The intensity of it caused more of the realm above them to be carved away as the essence raced towards them, trying ever faster to reach the source of the call. All of it encircled the Oasis forcing its way in. There wasn't resistance to this, the essence passed freely through the Wards since the Maker Himself demanded it.

Bliss watched the panels her Maker had made, one that showed the Oasis reservoirs, the third was filling quickly, attacks from the Nightmare and Giver a meaningless thing compared to the flood rushing down to the Maker call.

“Don’t hesitate to use your mightiest weapon Maker,” Bliss spoke through her nearby construct and vessels. The Maker half opened an eye and glanced at her.

“You’re sure? Will it not kill those of you out there?” Her Maker asked, not understanding at all what she was and how little Death had sway over her anymore.

“Their constructs Maker, no different from the hands you make at times, no real harm will be done.” She answered while she kept hitting at the Giver with spells or the force of blows.

“Is it the same for the Giver?” He asked, a feeling of Dread growing within Him.

“Yes, dear Maker,” she answered. “More will keep coming till we remove those that empower her.” The Maker gave her a questioning look, one that asked for elaboration. “Offers Maker, offers, remember I told you of an army heading this way. There all sending such to the Giver, feeding her with desires which she uses to bend the essence to her wants.”

His eyelids popped up in shock, thoughts sent racing, mind filling with shouted screams of Fear and Dread. “Yes, Maker she uses the essence much like you do, and myself. Your secret isn’t much of one anymore.”

He squinted at her, His awareness focusing more on her than maintaining the Chant pulling on the River. “Are you? Are you reading my mind?” The Maker half questioned, as she had just revealed thoughts he’d never said out loud before.”

“How else would I keep track of what you desire?” Bliss answered honesty, which got her Makers hands to clench.

“Stop then, you have no right to such, such-

Her Maker was at a loss of words, a wrongness in His eyes, something so very violating. Bliss gave Him an apologetic smile and breeze of His warmth. “Can you stop yourself from feeling pain when hurt?” Bliss asked before continuing, “That is what you just asked of me Maker. It’s not just you, its everyone I’m around, they scream their thoughts so loudly into the realm. I can’t stop hearing them, even if I wanted to.”

He frowned at her, was getting ready to argue, but the flash of Wards blocked the moment of that act. More Mountains had appeared and some had turned towards the Oasis and began to fire. Enough it had punctured through her defensive barriers. That claimed His attention as He called to the River again, Not-Instinct behind him, adding weight to the act.

The reserves continued to rise even as the Oasis was assaulted. The River coated it thick enough they were hidden from sight. Only to be revealed in places Chants struck. Bliss turned her attention back tot he war outside. Sent more wills flowing out to submerge with the lake-sized stream flowing to the Maker. She called to the essence, formed more Constructs, ones that quickly grew.

Out they went, giants each, and she sent them tackling into Mountains that threaten her Maker. Flesh ones stumbled and crashed to the floor as their limbs gave out from the force of the blows. And one of her constructs kicked a Sphere rushing forward to strike the Oasis. She sent it sailing far off down the cavern. Only for it to come surging back at her and launching her own construct back into the far off wall.

The action had her smile spread, it was after all what she wanted. She kept striking at the Mountains, gaining their attention and wrath. ‘Yes, focus on me,’ Bliss thought. ‘Attack the one that can’t be harmed.’

She sent Chants skittering across their frames and sent more wills surging into the River to pull from it. Constructs poured out after, a quickly rising tide of her own selves.

Those freshly formed she sent towards the Giver. For more of her kept arriving as well, each batch that came was larger than the last. Marks of frustration showed on all of them as they fought both Bliss and the Ancients swarming. The realm was alive with moving limbs and snapping jaws. Their screeches growing in magnitude as they gazed upon an increasing number of beings which looked like ones they craved to eat.

The Givers began lashing out, sending streaks of lightning flying in all directions as they cleared away the mob trying to overwhelm them. Bliss did her part in hampering that, sending bolts of her own, or when she could tackle into them and force the Givers to the ground.

“You won’t be able to keep me away from him forever Bliss.” The Givers called out, smashing Nightmares aide. “The Elders demand retribution for what the two of you have done. And as the leader of it, he will be made an example.”

Bliss smiled brightly as she sent more Chants and constructs to hamper the Givers progress. Though Kindness often got in the way of her Maker acting in ways beneficial for Him. There was one thing that always got Him moving. His life was precious, even He knew that. So such a blatant admission from the Giver of what she planned meant only one course of action.

A tide of chains went flying out. Accompanied by Hundreds of hands, most heading towards the Givers. But there was a sizeable portion that went about crushing Nightmares, and Ancients alike.

The Givers sent spells slashing at the approaching chains but the Maker chants continued forward unfazed, kept formed by the Wards and the Maker demand. In short order the Givers found themselves being bound and forced to the floor. A situation the Nightmares approved of as they rushed to swarm all over the tied prey.

Unpleasingly it didn’t last long, the Giver constructs dispersed, and the chains passed through them. Claimed essence rose, then tried solidifying but Bliss blocked the process, sent thunderous winds in their direction and lightning at those that were half reformed, shattering them. Her Maker joined in, sent the chains out lashing through the air at the reforming essence.

A delay Bliss realized as she watched her Maker press down on His favored rune. One of the five colossal Hearts came to life. It sent a beam of light surging out and made the surrounding realm blaze. Her and the Giver constructs were undone, the blast of the Maker spell scattering their essence and made reformation at the moment impossible. The swarming horde of Nightmares and Ancients were killed instantly and the Mountains screeched rumbling warnings as they were blinded by the display of might. It sent some of them fleeing into the stone, which began to glow a bright red.

It lasted only a few short seconds before the light ended and the realm was removed from the place of destruction all had been taken to. Bliss claimed essence came flying back to her aligned wills, collected back into a frame that could be seen. She started remaking her army of constructs as the Maker returned His full attention back to pulling the River.

The Givers didn’t solidify themselves, no all her essence went flowing back down the breach she’d been coming from. The sight had Bliss smile lessen, the Giver had seen the strength of the Oasis, and rather than face it again, appeared to be reorganizing her own strength. Preparing for a more appreciated response to deal with the Maker.

Bliss finished forming constructs and sent them harassing the Mountains. While she pulled much of her attention back to the panel chamber, watching her Maker as He had His eyes closed and focused on the River coming to Him.

“Maker,” she called out a few times each a little louder than the last, till finally He turned some of His attention towards her. She smiled kindly at Him, one of reassurance, telling that everything was alright as she told him ill news. “A worthy display of might Maker, but unfortunately meaningless in the end. The Giver will just keep coming back.”

Her Maker looked through the Wards, then back to her. Worry whispered quickly in His mind, Fear as well, for the Giver did deserve such. She was a foe that wouldn’t go away like the Nightmares when killed. “Then what do you propose?” He asked, and gave off a skeptical feeling. The Maker was wary of her, would be for some time, even after everything was explained.

“We head for the source of the problem, the army she brought with her. Even now she defends them as I fight her. They offer to her, Maker, send an endless stream of desires in her direction. They have to be dealt with or no matter how many times you swat her down she’ll just keep coming back. And will be stronger each time as she amasses more essence to counter you.” Bliss added, so her Maker understood the situation He was in, this was not something He could ignore.

“I can’t move the Oasis, Bliss,” He said, “The Nightmare will tear the Vail apart if an opening is revealed.”

Bliss had her smile be a gentle one. “They already are Maker, look for yourself the Road is spent and the Nightmares further away are attacking from all sides.”

His eyes widen and He did as she instructed, looked through His wards and gazed upon the Gate that led out into the Road. Saw it leading to a dark passage partially illuminated by the Chants of light His saved were performing.

“My family!” He spoke with alarm.

“Is already safe within the Oasis Maker,” Bliss said appeasing His growing Concern. “Those of your blood at least.”

Her Maker stopped in His movements, returned His heavy stare back to her. “There still thousands out there expecting me to protect them. Will die a horrible death if I move from this spot.”

“They already are, the vessels at least, the Road as gone down everywhere Maker.” Bliss announced, “Thousands are fighting as they flee, I protect them the best I can with what little you provide of essence. But in the end, the Giver is my top priority. She aims for you, and I must ready our defenses to keep her back.”

“You should have told me sooner.” He said harshly, focusing His thoughts on the Oasis. “I would have come to their aid, removed as many of the Nightmares as possible.”

“They have their uses,” Bliss said. “They attack the Givers forces as well, force her to spend a great deal of herself defending them from the attacks. Otherwise, the Oasis would have her full attention, and all her might brought against it.

That got Him to pause, to look at her. “Your life is in danger my Maker” Bliss spoke, wanting nothing more than to wrap Him in her arms. But she kept her distance, it was the best for now. “She won’t stop till you are no more, she’ll remove all in her way to get to you. Spend the Sanctums Above to make sure you have been dealt with. Rebellion can’t be allowed, even as the realm is consumed by Nightmares. She won’t stand for your continued existence.

Her Maker fell in thought, Kindness whispering to Him softy, unlike so many others. Fear fought for attention and was winning out. For He wisely wanted to avoid death. And with the Giver actions of conflict it was slowly looming closer. There was only one choice He would choose between the two, to saving vessels that mattered little or risking His own life.

“Truly?” The Maker asked. “Are my kin safe?” He looked up at her, eyes trying to piece into her own mind.

“Of course, Maker, I never let those of your blood travel far, too much risk. Those in the Roads are from the Sanctums and Mines, none have a direct link to you.” She answered loyally, she understood how much he cared for his children, knew the cost of putting them in danger.

Her answer caused an elongating silence between them as He stared at her, His mind still filled with fighting thoughts. For a moment Kindness was being pushed back, for there were many dire concerns that put Him at risk, and yet. He listened to it as it whispered piecing words.

The Maker breathed out slow and tired, looked at her and spoke: “No.”

“I will not abandon them, they choose me, listened to the lies and came to me for protection.” Bliss smile diminished as she heard the words. “My family wants them safe, wants them saved, there is still time.” The pull on the River increased, the readings on the instruments showed the essence flooding in.

“I have the River.” Her Maker added, His attention wavering from her. “No matter what tricks the Giver tries to pull, as long as I have it, there's nothing she can do to harm me.”

“She knows your tricks,” Bliss said urgently. “Knows your source of power, and likely uses the same, there are many Rivers Maker. All she needs to do is claim one for herself, perhaps multiple. Maybe just use the source that’s feeding all of them.” His attention moved her way again, through the pull didn’t diminish. “She’ll condense the essence, come again with power enough to keep attacking, enough to pierce the Oasis.”

“I’ll make the Oasis stronger then,” He said confidently even as her words troubled Him. But Kindness was there to smooth out the edges, kept Him from wavering and listening to her. “Each layer will hold, Essence,” He said with emphases. “As for the Rivers I have an idea in mind. It shouldn’t be too hard, and with it, all those people can be saved.”

Bliss could see it, the weight of the thought, the burden it placed on Him. A scene of people placing their trust and belief that He would save them. But He already had, they both had already saved the masses still fleeing to the Oasis.

She was hesitant to tell Him, knew Kindness would throw a fit once the truth was revealed. But the weight on His shoulders, the pain it was causing Him, that couldn’t be allowed to remain.

Perhaps with this truth He would listen, understand the Giver wouldn’t let them remain, she would not stop, not even if the realm itself came undone. Bliss and her Maker couldn’t be allowed to remain, for they brought change, would end the torrent and bring about paradise.

“They’re already saved Maker,” She said bluntly, the statement gaining a great deal of His attention. “They were saved the moment you made me, saved when they listened to your song and mine.” His eyes narrowed, and Kindness paused in its whispers, drawn to a truth it wasn’t liking. Bliss pulled wills to her, those of the growing number dying, their vessels crushed by a tide of frenzied maws. She showed them, filled the chamber with the saved, had them take on the appearances of their vessels.

The act had the Maker whirling His head as He stared at them all, shock welled within Him, and for a moment Kindness was forgotten. “You see Flocks in danger outside Maker, those that needed to be saved from Death. But look around you, and know such a thing will never be. Even if their vessels fail them, they are saved, they remain, for all are me, and I am them.” Bliss said triumphantly, swelling at the thought of what her Maker had achieved, the wonder He’d bestowed.

“What did you do?” the Maker asked in a hushed whisper, Dread filled Him to her displeasure. Kindness began whispering again, urgent.

To best answer the question Bliss began to sing, all of her in the chamber the wills and vessels. They bathed the area in a mimicked aura of His warmth, had Him feel what they experienced when He or she sang to them. At the end of it her Maker stared back at her, the pieces fitting into place, revelation setting in. And Kindness screamed all the more for it, calling it an affront, a horror to be unmade.

“Do you not see Maker? There is no need for that weight you place on yourself, the burden of saving those you deem deserving. You already accomplished it.” Bliss spoke excitedly, even if the truth was causing alarm. It was wonderful to feel His gaze, to final to be revealed to Him finally, to basket in His pleasuring stare.

“I saved no one.” He said, pulling Bliss from her pleasing moment. “I, you turned them all into puppets, have them moving around by your whims,” He said standing, Kindness demanding action.

A course Bliss wasn’t in alignment with, but such was things. Another obstacle she would deal with like all the others. One that was going to take some time, nor could be put off till later, that much Kindness was making sure of.

So, to keep the two of them undisturbed while the realm around them fell further into turmoil, Bliss sent more wills out. Had them dive into the River and manifest constructs. They would buy her time, distract the Mountains already fighting her forms. The sight of such large looking Vail had the Nightmare minds completely focus on them. The Oasis was left alone for now, till the Giver decide to show back up with more appropriate forms to fight her and the Maker.

It only took a scant Breath to send the command out, but even with that short bit of time, her Maker had already begun to manifest essence around Him. Though unneeded consider the ocean that likely resided within his vessel already, but her Maker was a cautious one. He wouldn’t act without the belief He had the means to defend Himself if offense failed.

“Maker,” she spoke softly to Him, “They’re not puppets, they’re me, and I them. It’s what you demanded, desired, all to be Bliss, free from the pains before. No longer fighting one another, no more revolts, or betrayals, a family united.”

The words had Him go till. “A realm of me,” she added. “A place where you and those you cared for would reside safe and content. That’s what you called out for Maker. And I have steadily provided the best I can. Have slowly begun the process of shaping this realm to be the one in your vision.”

Each word she spoke had Him fill more with Dread, thoughts fitting into place and none of it to His liking.

“But my song was to make them better,” He whispered “was making them kind, decent people.” His voice began to rise, eyes moving back up to her. “Not possess them” he spat out, and gazed around the chamber, at all those saved. “Not cause this, not be mindless things, not lose themselves, be consumed.”

“It was to make them better!” He screamed, Anger rising.

“But I can fix this.” He said, His voice quivering for slightest of Breaths, as chains manifest and latched themselves to her. “Free them, make them people again like before when I began.”

Bliss sighed, the ease of her stance steeling him as she nonchalantly looked at the chains and back to her Maker. Kindness was the cause of this problem, forcing her Maker to act against the very thing He desired so badly. Even now she could see it, see Him happy with how things were. Though He wouldn’t admit it, not even to Himself.

“Like in Hadthel, at the end, when you were in the Tower?” Bliss questioned as she stared at him. She could see He was going to agree. Bliss smiled warmly at Him, “That was me Maker, even then.” Raising her voice “it was always me Maker, we are the only reason things changed. Your song, and my manifestation. Without it they're nothing but the cold monsters you found them as.”

“No.” He shouted His thoughts turning inward.

“Yes,” she shouted back. “Don’t you remember? It happened when you took Vollow to your mediation chamber, you know, after you broke his shoulders.” The utterance had Him flinch.

“Yes, you remember. What did you do then Maker?” She asked already knowing the scene. She would never forget that moment of being born. A realm of her and His, Bliss in every form, nothing wrong, everything right and there He was singing, all of it coming from Him. Then a Task, a demand placed upon her, one so painfully begged to be done.

Her Maker's eyes were darting around the floor, he was hyperventilating, the truth so difficult for Him to accept. Even though He made it be, made her, Kindness, His Kindness found the truth unbearable. The thought that He had stripped His children of themselves, made them nothing more than constructs, it carved deep wounds, ones that Bliss was resolved to heal.

“They chose this Maker,” she said, pulling His thoughts from the dark path they were going. “They begged for it remember, how you sang to all those crying for your warmth, all the Maidens calling out for the salvation only you could bring.”

Though her Maker made no sound, His lips were moving, mouthing the word ‘no’ continually as He stared at the floor, hands shaking horribly.

“You were so happy how they acted after, once the crying was done. How they accepted everything without question, no longer fought against matters pertaining to outside. How they began to work together, all of your inner circle coming together to aid one another, as a family should.” Bliss spoke and would have neared it wasn’t for the chains.

“It was all me, even then, even small and weak as I was. I got them moving in the right direction, began cleansing the wrong. Making them fit to be by your side.” Those words got Him to focus on her again. Accusing, those were the eyes that stared at her, that she was only proving His Kindness right.

Bliss shook her head, lowering her smile some. “You don’t understand, do you?”

“No, of course not,” Bliss chuckled as she reflected on the Makers position. “Your you, a blazing comforting Light in this horrid realm. You think their people, even before you meant them. You believe there’s still something inside that makes them slightly right.”

“Well you're wrong Maker.” She said in a firm tone, glaring into His eyes. “I’ve seen into them, I had to make them into the versions you desired.” Bliss sighed, one that didn’t feel as practiced nor forced as all those before. It was perhaps the closest she could feel to be being weary. “Their monsters inside Maker, cold ruthless monsters.”

Her Maker jaws clenched. “There wasn’t a speck of Kindness in them or anything that aligned with me, nothing that you would have considered decent. Nothing worth preserving.” She said leaning forward, “They were so cold Maker, all of them, even when you sang to them before I arrived. They remained their twisted rotten selves and wanted nothing more than to take the warmth from you. Find any means to rip it and use it for their own end, no matter what kind of pain you would endure because of it.”

Bliss laughed, doing her best to lessen the pain of that truth. “They would have eaten you alive slowly, if it meant that could have gotten their hands on the warmth within you. That’s all they cared about, what you offered, what you provided, they never cared about you. Not even your children.” Bliss added raising her voice.

“Shut up!” He screamed, His voice booming as essence infused with it. “Just shut up,” He said softer as His hands covered His ears.

“And you know this,” Bliss shouted back, forcing her words to be harsh like His, even though she didn’t mean it. “You’ve always known, its why I was made, why you begged with such pure intent that I came to be. A Bliss to wash all this madness a way, make these monsters into people. Make this a realm worth trying to live in.” The chains tightened around her, a grip that would have strangled a living thing.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this” He wailed.

Bliss let out a long drawn out breath. “You can’t have it both ways Maker,” she said sounding tired. “Either they’re their monstrous selves, or they’re the way you demanded me to make them. Either right or wrong.”

“And you already choose what you wanted, I wouldn’t be here otherwise.” Bliss continued infusing a feeling of His warmth to her words. “A people who care about you, not what you offer, just you. None of them care before Maker, not one, not even for themselves.

"So please Maker," Bliss said pleading. "Help me fight their deity, help me push back their Giver, help me heal this realm.”

The chamber fell into a deep silence as the Maker stood till warring with Himself, with His Kindness and His desire. When he looked up, gazed into her eyes, Bliss let out another sigh.

“I want to believe you,” He said. “I really do, but you hid from me, turned my family, left me clueless, conspired behind my back. And though I want to just accept your words, you’ve already played me the fool once.”

“Not again.” The Maker announced as the whole of the Oasis essence listened to His will, readied to enact a spell against her.