[Dungian]

“Oh infernal hell.” I said while looking down on the mortal world.” Dammit now I'll have to do what those sissy britches say for an eternity at least.” Looking back down upon the mortal world I see one of my most powerful creations the Godly ranked dungeon Sol destroying an entire human kingdom that had been built around it. Filvis I think it’s called or was called, it’s military just got wiped out and all the royal family just got ate. Wait, it seems like the prince and princess just jumped into a dimensional gate. Good job now I can pull some destiny crap and squeeze out as little punishment as possible.

Sol my dungeon is a direct representation of me the goddess of dungeons Dungian and when it goes around destroying kingdoms and whatnot it makes me look bad and angers just about every other deity on this world.

Oh infernal hell, I feel a dimensional gate opening up behind me. I'm not to worried its probably just Lilithian coming to yell at me for Sol destroying her church. Sol destroyed her church not me, I can't really order my creations around all to well, but the rest of the gods don't know that so. Ah the god or goddess is stepping out, time to see who is going to come yell at me first.

Stepping out of the dimensional gate is a tall 7’2 elvish women with glowing hair made out of pure energy, with skin of the fairest color that glows a soft golden aura, and eyes like diamonds that sparkle with radiant sunlight. She wears grey trousers of the finest silk, along with a long cloth shirt that stops at the middle of her thighs, buttons start halfway up to contain her medium sized breast. In all her glory the Elder Goddess of Essence, Magian. I freeze up, my whole body turns into a cold sweat. The most powerful deity on this planet Magian makes all the major decisions regarding our world Terra. She is in high sight my boss and also my mother.

The 7’2 elder goddess walks over too me without a word and stops right in front of me. I'm only 6 feet so she towers over me. I inherited some features from her like my eyes and hair, but I have a more human female look, a bigger rack and a more stylish red robe.

“Um, hello mother long time no see.” I manage to squeak out. Long time no see is a understatement, the last we saw each other was ten millennium ago when my dungeons first sprouted and I tried to stage a coup. I lost but did cause some major damage and name calling. She doesn't respond just continually starring at me. We stay in this position for about three months. She didn't even blink once, while my eyes slowly settled on the floor.

Finally the statue tenses her muscles and moves her right arm. I prepare for a slap, but instead she feels my hair that I keep up in a ponytail and is long enough to reach my calfs.

“What have you been using, your hair is so smooth and full of volume,” ask the elder goddess. Her voice is filled with power and wisdom of millions of years.

That was not what I was expecting.” No I don't really do anything with my hair.”

Magian only nods and continues to feel my hair. Awkward silence starts again, but only last a week before she begins talking.” I'm remembering the last time we saw each other, you said some things that hurt me.” She begins to feel the hair in my ponytail.” Do you remember the words you used?” She ask me.

That's a trick question all deity’s have perfect recall and the words I said were funny, at least to me. But, I'm going to play dumb.” Not really I was really emotional and was not thinking strait.” I sink my head low as if I was ashamed.

She again only nods. After a few moments later she uses her left hand to grab my chin softly and tilt my head upwards to look at her in the face. Which is a very a high tilt.” Dungian,” she says softly. Hah I did it I lied my way out of trouble!” You are a terrible liar.” Magian grabs my ponytail with her right hand and jerks it back. Then uses her left hand to clamp my mouth shut and also help slam my head into the floor. I immediately charge all types of essence into my body primary in my arms. I may not be able to defeat her, but with all my dungeons in the mortal world I can at least hold my own for a century or two to devise an escape plan. I jab with my right fist striking her in the temple making her head shoot to the left where my left fist is waiting to knock here in the forehead. Her hole body moves up but her grip on my face and hair doesn't waver. Her huge left hand squeezes my face crushing it. I bring my legs up and cross them over her neck pushing her off of me, but my legs can't match her height so she continues to bear down on me. I brace both elbows on the ground in an attempt to do a roll. But, something stops me. My arms feel so tired and my legs, she's pushing them back down. My essence it's leaving me. How? With all my dungeons I should have more power than this. I use my godly powers to check my dungeons. Nothing … absolutely nothing. WHERE ARE MY DUNGEONS! I begin to panic, has mother found a way to block my dungeons from me. She's close to my face now, only a few inches away. My legs press down on my chest hard. Magian’s giant left hand is still crushing my face.

“Oh, sweet Dungian don't fret,” mother says to me in a soothing voice. Her right hand pushes stray pieces of hair of my face, while her left lessens its grip.” You have been led astray and I shall help you get back on the right path.”

I look up at her in terror.” W-Where are m-my d-d-dungeons?”

My body feels like it's made of led I can't move.

Mother smiles as she responds.” All dead.”

I break down and cry.