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The cards spread out on the table before her, would seem utterly meaningless to some, but to Sayaka Igarashi those six cards had caused the destruction of her entire world.
Within the blink of an eye - the academy had fallen into anarchy: the house pets, led by their lead anarchist Yumeko, had formed a violent revolution: with Kirari's seemingly untouchable crown being abruptly snatched from her head.
Sayaka could imagine this was how the former Kings and Queens of France had felt just before being guillotined: their divine right to lead taken from an angry hoard of peasants preaching on about useless rights and the absolute joke of equality - yet, they didn't have a choice in the matter other than to accept their fates.
Kirari, on the other hand, had placed her own head on the chopping block, with an incompressible smile plastered across her face.
Sayaka could only imagine the thoughts that had been going through her head as she lay down her awful hand of cards: had she simply gotten so drunk off seemingly endless power that she forgot what was at stake?
If Kirari of all people, for all of her power and glory, could so easily lose touch with reality - it was obvious to see how the Gods could so easily do the same.
At least, or so each religion claimed, their Gods had left them a book filled with guidance on how to live their lives after leaving them for a better place: with the hope that goodness within most men and women would conquer the lack of humanity within the rest.
Kirari, had just left a path of seemingly unfixable destruction.
Her perfect feudal system had been destroyed, the house pets had quickly been unchained and where now ready to fight against those (who in their view) had committed wrongs against them.
Even worse, the devil herself Yumeko and her allies had formed a puppet government which - in Sayaka's eyes - only sought to pour down more chaos upon them all while slandering Kirari's once divine name.
Yet, Kirari had just let this disgusting chaos happen - she has placed her own head on the chopping block and laughed all while it had been cut off and had fallen onto the ground.
Sayaka would never be able to understand why: Kirari, for three of the most wonderful years of her life, had been untouchable - practically inhuman - the most perfect woman to exist upon the face of the Earth never mind their little corner of Japan.
Kirari had been a deity whom Sayaka had both served and loved loyally: she had enforced her will - regardless of her own feelings on each matter - with the hope that her perfect system would last for hundreds of years to come.
But Kirari had thrown all of Sayaka's gruelling work down the drain all over a pointless gamble which didn't even need to happen in the first place.
Sayaka didn't recognize the woman she had so loyally loved anymore - the Queen, in her eyes, was dead: all that was missing was her head being placed on a stake.
So when Kirari had sought her out days after the academy had fallen into chaos - the aquarium completely shattered with the fish evolving to live within an open sea - and had asked her to marry her, engagement ring in hand, Sayaka couldn't help but laugh at the stranger in front of her.
The shock in the woman's bright blue eyes, had pulled at Sayaka's heart strings a little bit, but it was far from enough to safe what they had once had.
"Pardon my bluntness, Miss Momobami" Sayaka had quickly uttered with nothing but contempt in her eyes and loathing in her heart; "But why on Earth would I marry a stranger? With strong family ties such as your own, I'm sure you'll have no trouble finding someone who loves you. Now, if you'll excuse me ..."
Sayaka knew, before turning away, that the deity she had once loved was well and truly dead when tears started pouring out from the eyes of the stranger standing in front of her.