An enormous black bird holds the red thread in its beak, tearing it away from its associated bones. It has the similar decorations around its eyes. It towers above a crowd of angry people bearing spears and other weapons. They point at it, as if accusing.
"Why? Gods don't need to explain why. Those who dared to speak against her? They'd be quiet soon, mortality be praised. And so she'd rule alone. The good one. The kind one. The life-giver. The mother. She who vanquished her own dark counterpart. That's how you really kill a god, isn't it? You give people a better one."
A pair of skeletal hands play with the same red strings, twirling them around their fingers, pulling them gently.
"But we were made in pairs for a reason. She was never designed to do this alone."