But in all reality, my world is but a mere star that seems
Brighter than most in the West sky, or so it seems..
From the heavens came the angel or so it seems, she's come to seek her out, bright gold knife in one hand, she had to be killed in order to harvest power of the planet.
She was a fallen angel cast out of heavens and came to the goddess as she sleeps, without warning she jumps and pin her down, running the blade over her throat was cut slightly, the drops of the sacred liquid gold. Her shirt ripped off by the knife.
She cuts her body sporadically, then prepared. And says...
"Thus commands creation, over the earth, as the slow cold kiss of death chimes rebirth."
No one to help her..and this angel was a powerful new being...