As Batimos's realm was clouded with stars, circling above his head they severed the connection between his throne and the rest of the gods, Elanaria watched with glee as the god of rot, quivered like a pig who'd just seen the butcher. Even still, she dared not descend on that filthy plane for she had standard, something Batimos had perhaps never heard of.
Staring into the sea of stars, the god knew his death was sealed and that brought through him a visceral hurt spreading throughout his guts. It began from the vile stomach that rests atop the corpses of rotting women, then it rivered into his legs and being as small as they were compared to the rest of him, they couldn't hope to lift the god much less help him run away.