Ianite could no longer feel anything but pain.

She stretched out her hand and looked at it despairingly. Her skin was becoming transparent and she could feel herself fading. Her robes were in tatters and her once vividly purple hair hung limply at her sides.

There was no balance left in the world, and it pained her every time the scales tipped further. Balancing was her job, no the reason for her entire existance.

And it had been taken from her.

The crackling of flames echoed around her, but she could see nothing past the twisted bars of her cage except the smothering obsidian darkness of her imprisonment.

As she leaned against the walls of her cage, she felt a sharp pain in her chest and cried out in agony.

Another dead.

She cursed as her whole body ached with a need to reign down justice for the spilled blood, but she was powerless as a babe. A chilling darkness crept up her spine as the scales tipped a little further.

I'm so sorry my sister, I promise I will free you.

She comforted herself with the sound of her brother's voice.

Stop them, before I am overtaken.

She pleaded, but she knew nothing could be done. She felt Mianite's grief through their mental link.

She collapsed back despairingly, then tensed at the unmistakable sound of footsteps.

Quickly cutting the mental connection, she lifted her head and glared with pure hatred at the newcomer. Hatred was a new feeling for her, having been born in a state of neutrality. But this man was the reason for her slow and painful change.

The golden eyes of her captor met her fading purples as his smile sent shivers down her spine. His horns curled devilishly about his head as he looked down at her, his skin swirling black and red.

"Dianite" she growled, her voice raspy and dry.

He looked amused by her defiance and tilted his head slightly, the smile never leaving his twisted red skin.

"Are their fights not enjoyable to you, my dear sister?" He purred.

The goddess narrowed her eyes in disgust.

"They're so easy to provoke, those.. humans." He continued. "You offer them power and wealth and they'll betray their friends like that!" He snapped his fingers. " The chaos you can create with just a few diamonds is stunning!" He shouted happily.

He turned and looked at her, now serious.

"Such corrupt and idiotic creatures make the perfect army, don't you think, sister?"

She snarled.

"Words, sweetheart." He said disapprovingly.

"Stop playing games, Dianite! You know what will happen if balance is not restored! You know what I will become! Release me and end this madness!" She demanded furiously, the words tumbling out of her mouth in a rush.

Dianite looked down at her curiously, as if he were observing some new specimen.

"Of course I know what happens! CHAOS!" He shouted, his voice booming over the open cavern.

He turned and looked at her, smiling innocently.

"But, If I release you, things would be equal, and... Well that wouldn't be any fun, now would it?" He pouted, his voice deep and suffocating.

He turned, pacing though Ianite couldn't see a surface beneath his feet.

"Why do you do all of this?" Ianite whispered.

He looked at her, surprised by her change in tone.

"It was my fault, why punish the rest?" Her voice was rising, almost pleading.

He shook his head, as if disappointed.

"Now now, let's stop thinking of ourselves, shall we? This isn't about revenge on you, my dear. This is bigger. You're disposal is simply a step in what will be much much worse."

Ianite's eyes widened, her teeth clenched.

"Now, I grow weary of our little chat. I've got a hellhole to run."

He snapped his fingers and another jolt of pain electrocuted her body.

She let out a silent scream as her vision blurred and she slumped into the dark abyss of unconsciousness.

"Nighty night, Ianite."

~~~~~

Mianite cursed aloud as Ianite cut the link.

This could not go on.

He looked down at his world as it fell to ruin. His people were falling, tormented by those who followed Dianite. He wanted so badly to go and help his followers, but without Ianite, chaos would rein. If he were to help, Dianite would only make things worse for his people.

He had to find someone to save Ianite, as to enter the Nether would be suicide for him.

He could wait no longer.

"Fetch him." He said quietly, his voice firm.

The pale, ghost-like creature behind him bowed his head, dropping through the layer of clouds with an eerie silence.

It was time.

A/N

Heyyy! Welcome your faces to my little story of Mianite!!

Hope you guys enjoy, if I get the lore or a reference wrong, correct meh plz.

And I'll see YOU in the next chapter!

Bai bai!!

~Turtle