I remember days when I was little. My parents would tell me stories of the great queen of the land, a god to the people, a beacon of hope and light: forever to maintain balance to her kingdom. She was powerful above all others, but simply never powerful enough. The world expanded, it evolved far above dear goddess's time. The world doesn't need god, in order to maintain ourselves, we must watch ourselves. Gods are for no cause. And as society continued to evolve without its deity, the people's proclamation became their request. Celestia was not needed and god bled on the floor of her clean, kept castle in the center of a broken wedding. Chrysalis had shown a light as a way to escape eternal, divine judgement and died a martyr, attempting to free the people. It wasn't very much later that Blitz had forever freed us. He had committed Deicide. Nevermore shall the people be judged. He had freed the citizen's from god's distrust. Nevermore will Celestia be corrupted with the power of divine rule.
