[center][h1][color=598527]Reathos[/color][/h1][h2][color=8dc73f]God of Death[/color][/h2][/center]
It took a great many years for Reathos to emerge again from the caves. And as he did, he realized that the world had not stopped spinning. Many gods had added their unique print on the planet. But on print had to be the most amazing, as well as the most insane. For Reathos just emerged to see a moon fall towards Galbar. “Is it time for life on Galbar already?” he said to himself. Watching as the celestial object fell to the ground. He would not act, for he did not know if it was Fated or not. So with patience he watched. Until he saw a rupture in the very fabric of reality. Monstrosity did loom beyond the horizon between what was real and what could not be real. But he could but catch a glimps of those very beings before the moon fell into the Gap and it closed behind it. “I guess time is yet to come for the life here.” Somewhat content he then started to walk across Galbar. Obviously killing every form of life in his immediate vicinity. Trees withered, and small critters that did not manage to escape would fall lifeless to the ground.

Soon Reathos found the Deepwoods, and witnessed the large quantities of life within it. Of course no animal would dare attack a being emitting a cold, despairing aura like that of Reathos. He could finish them without even moving a finger. And while they didn’t know it, they certainly felt it. Reathos, a being of death, walked among life and was happy. For he saw what he would reap in due time.

Except that not everything was entirely right. He noticed animals so old they could barely walk. Beings that should have died a long time ago. But didn’t, because there was nothing to kill them. Thus Reathos realized the error of Slough’s ways. She created life without effort, but had no design behind them. They simply existed. Life gone amok. Over-population would become a problem. He could not entrust Slough to work towards a design for the Cycle.

From a dying animal he ripped off a piece of flesh and began to mold it in a certain shape. Obviously he placed a lot of effort within his creation. Designing it, balancing it. Giving it features and abilities. It would be the product of intelligent design. A predator which nature would not overtake anytime soon. A beast only bend on killing. He made several like it.

And thus the 4 packs of Heraktati were formed. Packs of apex predators. They physical prowess so far unmatched by natural creation. Reathos released them, and their bloodlust already drove them towards the setting sun. Searching for new prey. Like a wave they would go around Galbar. Constantly weeding out those whose time had come. But it was with a certain melancholy that he released them. He was their creator, and their doom. He made them, and he would destroy them too. They would all meet their end by his name. But they were a necessity.

With a child’s curiosity though, he turned into his Raven form and started to follow the second pack he made. The beasts moved swiftly, and without pause. Only to sleep a few hours at night. They easily reached the edge of the Deepwoods, from which they continued to run. Leaving a trail of flesh, blood and dead. The Heraktati made little noise beside the occasional grunts and snaps towards each other. They lacked any form of peace or beauty. Sacrificing such things for the cheer ability to end life itself. And they were followed by a black murder of ravens. The pack passed Ilunabar and her white Avatar. Looking up at neither but keeping their distance. They smelled no sickness or old age on either. Instead they could only feel the cheer power oozing from the god and the fragment of it. So they kept on running. But Reathos was not afraid of his siblings. He landed near the rose bush, and immediately the branch below him was being sapped of its strength. Unlike in his true form, the raven form does not instantaneously destroy all life. But its presence was known. The murder too landed all around Ilunabar.

[color=a2d39c]“Such vibrant colors. Truly life holds far more possibilities than I thought. But I wonder. Why do you care, sister? Why do you care for those colors? For when the cold approaches, so does death. This planet is in an endless cycle of dying. Why would you create these beautiful things, when you know that very soon they will wither, and die?”[/color] There was no malevolence in his voice. Only genuine curiosity. Slough made life, and he finished it. But for the first time he witnessed another god who did not start or end life. But altered it. Simply because she wanted to.

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- Reathos comes out of his cave
- Witnesses the moon getting 'consumed'
- Sees the Deepwoods, realizes life created by Slough rarely dies to predators
- Creates 4 packs of apex predators (Heraktati) and sends them on their way to ensure old and sick life dies.
- Finds Illunabar, asks her why she wants to beautify life if she knows it will die

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