god called in sick today

[Harmonia]

She laughs.

What has he done? What had THEY done? Joining their collective voices, their faces, throwing everything together into a pot to watch it boil. God magic, devils pride, violence - a dash of this, a pinch of that. It bubbled and boiled until at last it couldn't help but rise to a feverish pitch. Harmonia watched with the rest of the group as Carnage shot down the Fairy and his own magic, a hot sick mess of filth, turned the forest below into a wasteland. A valley.

Absolute carnage.

Harmonia doesn't mind, she found Beqanna's temperate landscape to be hellish and foul. Everything was perfect and picturesque - a french coffee shop, a baby in swaddling clothes. This was the true nature of the world, black and stark and grotesque.

Surgery doesn't know any better. The fog on his mind has lifted entirely now, and he can see...but what does he see? He still only knows to follow his mother, heel to toe, across the landscape of Beqanna to this wasteland. Up a mountain. Down a crag. Into the festering dirt pot of a land. Is this where I'm to live, he thinks.
He thinks about leaving.
He eyes his mother quietly, considering.
He'll stay - for now.
Maybe he'll leave tomorrow.

HARMONIA

the pied piper