Eldest sister

A Lyrical sat on her throne, high up on a Dias. 

To the foot were exactly eight steps made from the remains of five World cores, grinded to dust and mixed with the corporeal form of a thousand stars giving it that beautiful glow. 

The steps lead upward spreading into a diamond shape, each pointed end stood a pillar, each pillar made from the crumbling remains of Gai. Death by her own creations. 

A tale that is truly common among all beings of creation. 

Above the pillars were simply the domain's sky and below all of those who worshipped her as the Grand matriarch. 

Satrya's gaze travelled over to the now empty thrones where her Emperor-mates usually sat. 

The throne in the middle surrounded by those of the Emperor-mates were the slightly smaller but unique thrones belonging to each mate.