The Lone Kirin

The empressess's lament

An ordinary afternoon in the eyes of a regular citizen of an average country was unimaginable for the White Weaver.

She spent millennia, doing what she can, trying to please her parents, to finally ascend to godhood.
But alas. Her father was an asshole. And as the whole Divine pantheon, as well as all higher gods, weren't concerned with her situation, except for the father, that initiated all of this and held her here, she had little hope, joining her siblings.

Day in and day out, she tried to please her creator, her father, and yet. He grieves with her, encouraging her. But despite all this, she wasn't allowed to leave. He said that the world needed a political party, controlled by higher powers, as not to forget the gods that made them.

Her sole reason for existing, was for her to help the enlightened races not to destroy themselves. And she recognized their flaws very early on her journey. She couldn't help but feel pity for these races that were too stupid to learn, that opportunity didn't always bring the need to act upon it.

The gods granted them too much power, but they saw it as an opportunity to make the world their own. After almost destroying themselves on several occasions, her parents had the idea to bring her to life.

A god, bound to earth.

But unlike her siblings, that did whatever they liked, or went on journeys and adventures, exploring the playground, built by their parents, she had to watch over the same people every day of her eternal life. It wasn't just depressing, but humiliating and vexing. She liked doing what she did, as they created her personality to like things such as diplomacy and warfare, but the confines of this world made her less than she was. This wasn't a conclusion she stumbled upon by trying to explain her situation to herself, but rather every god's opinion. But everyone recognized the need for someone to take direct action in the world of the living.

Over the millennia, few happened to become of a somewhat godlike status, compared to their peers. This circumstance led to the gods receiving less worship, as humanity and all the other races' opinions of them sunk. But unlike some glorified apes, the gods recognized that it was a bad idea to vanquish all life.
That was why she was born. To show these insects, that they were nothing before the judgment of REAL gods. And just about a day ago, did she the unthinkable.

She conquered Thet.

They weren't warriors, but only the fact that she showed the whole world, who was in charge, was thrilling to her. She acted within the boundaries of her job and had fun at the same time.
It couldn't cure her chronic depression, but it helped her regain some confidence.
If she were allowed to conquer the whole world, she would be able to make all of these vermin believers.
Her Avatar stepped down the stairs that led to her throne, or in other words, her real body. A throne room of marble, carved into the side of a mountain. Her castle one of legend. For all these years of conflict, these vermin have never even seen this monument of might, glory, and beautifulness.

Never would she forget the first time she went down these stairs to watch it from the outside. As much as she loved, yet hated her father, she would be eternally grateful to him for the presents he made her. Almost every day, he visited her, bringing her tea, works of art, a relative, that wants to meet her or just good food.

This duality of will is what kept her going, with a relatively sane mind.
And she wasn't even hiding the fact from him, that she did this, to stir the common folk of every nation.

The rabble would be concerned about her actions, as they interpreted this as the higher gods making a statement. And they wouldn't be wrong. The brooding forces of the enlightened and high races were slowly developing a plot to topple her rule.

But what if she was the one to strike first? What if she were the common enemy? That would help her, as the enemy would clump up, to be brought down in one fell swoop.

This scenario was the exact reason why Babel didn't start a large scale initiative against Rairza.
She left the castle with mindful steps and headed for a very Gaudy looking store.
Walking around without guards was normal to her, as all of her subjects knew who or what she was.
To them, she was the goddess, she didn't get to be in real life. They knew of her might. But she didn't rule with power. Outwardly, she always donned an impressive and confident facade, that perfectly described her capabilities.

Her power alone would suffice to bring down most of the enlightened pantheon.
And even though her citizens are allowed to visit other countries, she made sure that all they could leak was vague ideas and propaganda like "unmatchable might" or some of the sort.
No one except for her and her council, aranids like the regular citizens of Rairza, only a little bit more immortal, knew of her divine disposition.
She finally reached the storefront. Walking on two legs wasn't easy. Not that she walked any other way.

Her original body was too big nowadays, to navigate the streets or even her castle.
Sometimes she felt a little disconnected to her subjects, as she walked the streets on two legs instead of eight. Maybe it was her soft, white skin with white hair. The only thing that they had in common, while she used this Avatar was her red pupilless eyes. Not that she hadn't any, but as she didn't need them to see, they were usually rolled up into her head.
What bothered her the most was that she felt as if she was the second most beautiful being, yet no one recognized this, as they were genetically coded, to hate soft flesh and "womanly" shapes.

"Stop sulking and come in!" a voice came from the door of the shop.

"If you keep frowning for so long, even your eternally young ass will get wrinkly."

She loved Alaine. She was her sister. Not biologically, of course, as far as one could talk about "biologically" when talking about the relationships of gods.
And despite Alaine being her greatest rival, she couldn't help but feel better when conversing with her.

She had to talk about a particular little horse, that evaded her attempts at locating its corpse.