[center][img] http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjQ0LjAwMDAwMC5RbWx5ZEdnZ2IyWWdRVzFoY25ScFlRLCwuMA,,/doublpeopl.regular.png[/img][/center] Vestec walked into the tomb, echoing with a familiar aura  looking at the soul trapped inside. "My, my. What're you doing here?" He blinked briefly and was back, holding a quivering human man in his arms. "I think I'd like to release you. See what happens." As he approached the sealed soul with his victim, flashes of memory seemed to flood through the temple.  [i]Insect warriors pouring from a hive, vicious and chittering.  Dragons flooding the sky, lead by their god.  A city under siege, a masked warrior and a hulking Demi-God sneaking inside. The masked warrior suddenly collapses to the ground, his flesh melting from the inside out.  A giggling god of Chaos, putting his hands on an old mans head. The Old Man rises, younger, stronger, and crueler than before. Primordial pools, glistening red and gifting strange powers to those who drank from them. A Forge God, crafting his prophets.  A God of Seas, watching as one of their creatures crafts a crown for the whimsical and cruel Goddess of Magic, from his own flesh and soul.  A God of Time, ripping a baby from a woman's body, and leaving her to die.  A library, filled with all the world's knowledge. A God of Dragons, destroying a glowing tree. Darkness floods the planet.  A God of Life, rising to titanic porportions to face the Dragon God. Undead hordes sweeping over a frozen wasteland, clashing with the screaming natives and their holy magic.  A God of Seasons, unleashing his wintery wrath upon the world. A Demi-God of Greed, paying an assassin matriarch. A kiss, between Chaos and Magic.  A Demi-God of Death, taking a dragon's eggs. Their father looks on, tears and fear of retribution in his eyes.  A God of Life, gathering the demi-gods and taking them far into space. A Demi-god of Greed struggles with a Demi-God of War. He raises his scepter and smashes it over his opponents head, unleashing an explosion of Chaos.[/i] As the last vision faded, Vestec shook himself. "That was all terribly...[i]familiar[/i]. I feel like I should remember all that...and you're going to explain to me why." He thrust the human onto the soul, giggling as it flooded into his victim's body. The confines between life and death, the eternal stupor of limbo in which rests souls from another land. Hanging on by the threads of consciousness, a soul of great power awaits. Watching to the would through a tiny lense, darkness surrounded the rest. Time had no meaning, understanding never came, emotions lost and forgotten, all that is left is the husk called the soul.  It is indeed difficult to differentiate between the mind and the soul since all values, judgment and will manifest through the mind. The only way to  differentiate is to believe that the mind is a temporal aspect of soul which acts as a filter or cushion to the interactions between the body and the soul....... this implies two things........ firstly that the mind changes faster than the soul so that soul gives us the most basic and stable inclinations whereas the mind absorbs and enacts the temporary fluctuations..... for instance, the mood and current attitudes can be attributed to the mind, but the core belief systems to the soul........ and secondly that on the death of the physical body, the mind would be useless for the soul and hence cease to exist as well. It may be thus an aspect of soul that gets activated only when it needs to own and direct a body.  Unfortunately, a soul without a body, is in essence, without a mind, or so was believed. This was the only knowledge that the soul possessed, a redundant monologue that made little sense and contradicted itself. This was the cycle of life for the soul, never was their a change in this limbo, until today. A consciousness was forced into the soul, an inhabited vessel ripe for the picking, gave the soul new life. For the first time, another soul, another warmth, finally made its way into this lonely limbo. The only thing is, it seemed to be fighting it, the residual soul of the human wished for control, but he wanted to stay. The feeling of happiness, soon changed to dejection , which soon changed to envy and rage. The soul ripped through the humans body, taking its conscious with it, eating at each level before extinguishing the flame of the residual soul without mercy. Suddenly alone in the body, a torrent of emotions and realization rushed through it, the breath of life filling the body's lungs. Within seconds though, this changed, smoke peeled off the skin of the body, no longer could it be home to a soul so powerful. The soul needed an anchor, something that the body could hold on to that would allow it to maintain the force of nature that resided in it.  [center][color=Crimson][h1]Chaos[/h1][/color][/center] An ambiguous elements, on that burned like fire and induced madness, one that stood in front of him like a pillar of evil. The anchor, that was it. The soul reached out, opening itself to the uncontrolled power of chaos. The body writhed, taking in the corruption without much of a fight. Unfortunately, the soul couldn't escape this corruption, and allowed itself to be taken by its power. With an anchor like chaos found, the soul took to the body, a consciousness entering the confines of its brain.  Another being of chaos entered into the world. Standing, the once human body took a new form, its skin was red, his body toned, his face featureless except for its eyes and unusual orifices, its head, bald.  Its turned towards the being in front of him, the formation of Chaos he latched onto expectantly. A twinge of familiarity pricked in the back of his mind, but he had no knowledge of who this being was. "Well then. That was delightfully violent." Vestec remarked, looking upon the thing that had possessed and warped the human. He walked around the new comer, clearly something of his creation. Not quite a child, but not quite something he had crafted either.  "And what do you call yourself, my strangely familiar soul?" The soul looked up at the pillar of Chaos, his sight of him mared by the bodies weakness. It was a new vessel, young in its years, but old in its would. Chaos flowed through its veins, the energy in which was present in the formation of the universe. The sould began to understand th power, the anchor in which he used to rip through reality.  Thus understanding lead him to the conclusion that the anchor in which he used, and he Chaos that the pillar wielded, was different. The Pillars was that in its purest form, veil and changing, primordial. The soul longed for that power, wishing for a Chaos that would strengthen him, invigorate him.  Within seconds, his Chaos took shape, brigning him cloaer to attaining that primordial chaos. He fed off his own Lust and Greed, but underlying the desire, however, was a terrible insecurity, a primal fear of lack or deprivation, though this is likely to be more unconscious than conscious. On the surface there is just the compulsion to satisfy the need. In the end, his Chaos found a form and stuck with it, Sin. [color=Crimson]"Amartía."[/color] he said simply, the name resonating within his very soul "Well Amartia. Welcome to Galbar. Virgin world, but the mortals are slowly expanding. Who knows what they'll get into with all the Gods nudging them about." Vestec leaned forward. "Who knows what trouble they'll get into with you amongst them. I don't know what you are. I don't know why you triggered those visions. I do know that you're like me. Less powerful. More subtle. But you have the same motives. You'll make things [i]interesting[/i]." Vestec teleported them both to the sky. "We're going to see what you do, Amartia. See how you interact with the world. See if the essence you stole from me is going to be put to good use." With that, Vestec sent Amartia plunging to the world. As the Pillar spoke, Amartia found himself stuck on the word Galbar, it was profound name, but he recognized it from somewhere else. Its answers remained just out of reach, deep in the folds of his mind. Suddenly, he found himself looking down on Galbar. From his perch above the planet, he felt a cognitive shift in awareness. The beauty of the planet that he shared with many others, an inexplicable euphoria, a “cosmic connection” or an increased sensitivity to his place in the Universe. The experience felt like the ultimate high, or the ultimate enlightening, but there was another, a creeping inky blackness that suffocated him, intoxicated him. He wanted that planet, all of it, everything it had to offer, he wanted the power that the Pillar wielded, he wanted to attain godliness. Within a blink of an eye, he found himself tumbling down to the ground, his mind going into overdrive. He felt nothing, not even the weight of his own organs pressing down on his skin. Tumbling, unlike free falling, meant that his blood was being flung out to different parts of his body. He fell faster the atmosphere pushing him to the earth below. Eventually, he reached a point of equilibrium, "terminal velocity". Before he could comprehend what calculations went through he head, he smashed into the desert, a massive grater being created under his body, the planet seemingly shaking under its force. Stumbling a bit from the fall, Amartia climbed out of the crater, glass cracking under his feet. He could smell the crumbly and sandy earth and feel the sun burning over him. He could see vast the vast sand for miles and miles ahead of him. The barren land scape was like glass lodging itself in he eyeball, painful and lack luster. He would make it his own. [hider=summary] [List] [*]Vestec snoops around a Tomb [*]Thrusts a human body into a latent soul. [*]Soul beats human souls ass [*]Soul anchors itself into the world with Chaos [*]Vestec shows new demigod around [*]Throws him to the ground and leaves [*]Amartia wants the desert, greedy little prick. [/list][/hider]