The final battle against a foreign enemy she didn't recognize nor understand was not one for her to fight in. She knew who would win, who was winning, and she got what she went for anyway: Knowledge of where she was, and a new source of power, despite it being disgustingly not magical in origin. Also, she was greatly weakened by enduring life draining magic in an attempt to impress those she would have bow to her. And so, she would slip from that fight, and move off to plan. The samurai wouldn't trust her, and his power was significant enough to kill her as she was, Goddess knew this. Once the raging inferno, and most powerful being she knew herself to be, Goddess was a former shell of her own self, a simple everlasting mortal with a sparkling display of might which couldn't even stand to be a nuisance to what she once was. A million curses Goddess would trade for the information to reverse what was done to her, but her spirit was locked out, and couldn't return to before she awoke, nor would she have the power to send her tremendous self into the past as she was.
Instead, she would have to start over, a notion which made Goddess grin. Conquering was something she passively enjoyed, as it was a means for her own perseverance and lack of weakness in proof.
It would be a few months while she recovered, and learned of her new source of power, Goddess bathing in the screams and guilt of her new prisoner. At the same time, it made her sick, as she couldn't exactly use it to amplify her own power, as it was biological, not magical, and couldn't guarantee not harming herself. Oh well, she would just have to use it as an independent being. Months of planning, of learning who it was who fought with her, Goddess' kitty and Patches teaching her of them to an extent at Patches' home as her home was out of reach temporarily. And it became wildly apparent there were two sources of power which posed significant and long lasting threat whom she could never control: Kensei and Archangel, denizens of divine magic which naturally conflicted with her own. Kensei she already had the pleasure of meeting, and knew he would not be capable of outright and guaranteed defeat as it stood, she must use the Archangel, who seemed far more capable of being manipulated through his giving heart.
The plan and date were set. One month would be needed, and Goddess would remove one of her primary targets. Clasping her hands together, her black slots in her masque would almost seem to gleam with joy some might claim...
The middle of a bright and sunny Thursday, perfect timing. A Goddess, in completely mortal attire, a red tshirt and blue jeans, attire she never figured she would wear. An ungloved hand perches itself to block the gaze of the sun over her crystal blue eyes as she looks up and grins with her crimson lips. Perfect...
The crowd around her was actually somewhat smothering, disgusting, smelly, creepy, chaotic, and vastly dumb. Everybody around her reminded her of the masses of peasants which she ruled over before. Apparently years of scientific refinement have done nothing to wane the idiocy of the common man. Magic would take it's place, with her as the chief deity.
A quick hand gesture is all it took, palm out, five fingers spread wide, and a small violet circle, with several smaller circles inside, runes, and whispers to make her plan go off. The ground rumbled some, and Goddess became anxious with excitement. The pavement in the street burst, a monstrosity the size of a city bust coming from beneath the carnage released, gray in look, reptilian in design. It's teeth were like chainsaw blades: small, but hundreds in rows, zooming around in union looking to carve whatever it wanted into food. And that, it did. A few pedestrians at first, as Goddess couldn't just engage it this quickly, she must have patience.
"PATEFACIO!" she cried, a bolt of light blue magic flinging from her two forefingers pointed at the beast, and it collided with a large spark and a dull boom.
"You shall leave them, bulkish fiend, or you shall die," Goddess' words were almost theatric, though they would be words she'd use anyway. The beast, despite being her creation, was not in the slight bit confused. It knew what it was doing, and what the plan was, and knew it was safe from her. And so, it lunged forth with inhuman speed, Goddess barely moving out of the way before it made most of a car it's lunch. And so the chase began, and exaggerated it was, leaving nice amounts of property damage and holes in walls as Goddess "valiantly" tried to fend off the beast to no evident avail...
