[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjEyOC5lN2ViZTYuUVcxaGNuVERyV0UsLjA,/old-type-personal-use.regular.png[/img] [color=gray][i][b]Sin, The 7 Sins, The Sinner, Pride, Gluttony, Wrath Envy, Sloth, Lust, Greed[/b][/i][/color] 2 MP, Level 2 Astarte Goddess of Magic (Soul Manipulation) 34 MP, 6 FP[/center] [Hider=Summary] - Amartía ogrenaps Big, Astarte's faithful pet and companion, and incarcerates him somewhere Astarte cannot find him. - After the ogrenapping, he prays to Astarte and gets her to show up. - He manipulates her and refuses to release Big unless she does some things for her. - He makes Astarte cry. A lot. - Astarte agrees to Amartía's demands, hoping that doing what he wants will get Big released.[/hider] Amartía found himself deep in the confines of the Venomweed, the very jungle he explored at his birth. The jungle folded around Sin like it was taking possession of him. Leafy arms fell over the way he'd come and blocked his motion in every direction. Every view was unique but the same all at once. It was an assault on all senses. Cutting his way through the dense, suffocating undergrowth, fighting through the very air, which hung heavy, moist and still. Trees tall as cathedrals surrounded them, and a strange green light - almost holy - shimmered through the vast canopy of leaves. The jungle seemed to have an intelligence of its own. The virescent hues were the foreground, the background and as high up as you could see. The heat and humidity pressed in on the skin making sweat pointless. The sounds of the insects, the birds, and the larger animals created a symphony of nature calling one deeper. The leaves brushed up against his and his feet sprung up with each step. The air tasted both sweet and fresh, like flowers blooming on his tongue. Sin's plan was simple. He would take what he couldn't be given by any means necessary. He could care less of the consequences, in fact, he had thought far past any perpetual punishments, and thought of building his empire. This all rode on the gullibility of one god. A god that appeared to him in flashbacks of a past he knew little of. A goddess whose beauty could satisfy any man's Lust for years to come. Astarte. With his attuned divine senses, he was able to sense out the gods divine trail. Its sweet scent led him to a clearing, where a beast of rippling muscle lay sleeping. It was an Ogre, a beast he knew oh so well from his Azibo herders. They made up a small part of his every growing army. The Ogre was huge, its sheer height and body structure intimidating. Stretch marks lined its body like zebra stripes. Its grayish olive skin was in dark contrast to the green hues of the surrounding jungle. Surprisingly, despite its immense size, it remained still, watching Sin through what seemed to be his one good eye. Its face remained severely burned on one side. Without as much as a forethought, Sin walked on, confidently strolling towards the lounging beast. [color=Gray]"I've come all this way for you."[/color] he murmured. Each step he took, raised his level of excitement. He could sense the Ogre's Sloth, but its sense of loyalty, its love, could overpower that Sloth. He could use that. [color=Gray]"Astarte is in trouble."[/color] he cooed. The beast perked up, its eyes widening in understanding. The individual who had saved him loved him showed him such undeserved kindness needed his help. Such an easy ploy to exploit. Amartía cackled inwardly, he was in pure ecstasy as he motioned for the beast to follow him, and he led him right to a prison. Its Wrath became its prison. Who would dare hurt his Astarte? Wrath shackled its soul, and it became another puppet to Sin. Amartía was quick and nimble, bounding across mountains, wading through rivers, and walking through forests. With strides long, proud, powerful, strong, practiced, he entered Cipher once again, and like a loyal puppy, the Ogre followed close behind. As a general rule, Sin hid his emotions. He figured they were intel he'd rather not hand over and so at all times his face was blank. But today was different. At this moment, he had triumphed. Step one was complete, and excitement poured out him like sunshine through fine white linen; he glowed from the inside out. The smile that cracked his face was one that could instill fear into the mightiest of men. His mask like face began to crack, shattering and fracturing to force the jagged edges to form a crude smile; and he just walked faster. That, evil, vile, disgusting sneer of a smile that betrayed all innocence remained etched in o his face as he came to rest at his throne. The Ogre was sent to the adjacent room, the ballroom, out of sight, still consumed by its seemingly perpetual Wrath. There stood a cage prepared by Azibo, and soon, it was also hidden. Step two was simple, bring his target to him. There many ways in which to approach this, but the easiest and simplest way was found in prayer. Unfortunately, this meant that he had to choose his words carefully. Astarte wasn't the brightest from what he could deduce, but that didn't make her any less dangerous. She was a god after all. As if on cue, the words began to tumble out of his newly formed mouth, which remained unmoving. [center][i]My Mother in heaven, Praised be Your name. Praised be the knowledge of the Arcane. Your will be done. On Galbar as it is in the heavens. Your son has come to you in prayer. With your name in mind. And by your name, he seeks help.[/i][/center] His words were flowery and flattering, calling to the goddess, tempting her. But behind those words hid an unfathomable evil, the evil that was Amartía. "You're not my son, though," A voice rang out from behind Amartía's throne, and from such a place floated out a beautiful woman wearing a long, white dress. Her lavender colored hair reached down to her thighs and flowed freely in an unseen current of air. Her light blue eyes roamed Amartía's body not in Lust, but in curiosity. "And how did you know my name?" Amartía's glass like smile widened as he gazed at the goddesses porcelain-like appearance. She was a beauty to behold, the apple of all the gods eye in fact. [color=Gray]"I certainly hope not, I heard it was wrong for children to find their mothers attractive."[/color] he jibed, returning her curious look with a Lustful one. [color=Gray]"As for your name Astarte, let us say an old friend of your gave it to me. Anyway, I just wanted to tell you how much I love pets! I'm sure you do to?"[/color] he mocked openly, but it sounded genuine. He was leading her. "I don't know about that, I haven't explored that aspect of mortal culture, Demi-God." Astarte lifted a finger up to her lower lip and scrunched up her face in thought. Then, upon hearing the mention of pets, she perked up and grinned, doing a quick flip in the air before flying closer to Amartía. "Yeah! I love pets, I have one, actually. Did you call me because you wanted a pet, Demi-God? I'm sorry about not knowing what you want, it's kind of my first time being prayed to." She giggled and scratched her head. [i]Got you[/i] He had here right where he wanted her. [color=Gray]"First time, well, I hope I make your first time memorable."[/color] Once again he openly mocked here. [color=Gray]"But a pet, I'm not sure."[/color] he paused, genuinely mulling over it. [color=Gray]"Do you have a pet, maybe I can draw inspiration from it."[/color] The trap was set. "Yep, I told you I have one! Let me go fetch him, give me a minute." With that, Astarte disappeared. For a minute, silence reigned in the room. Then she was back in the blink of an eye. No pet accompanied her. "I, uh, couldn't find him. Sorry, he must have traveled somewhere. He does that sometimes when he needs better food or help from better civilizations." Astarte grinned sheepishly. [color=gray]"Don't beat up over it. You know, I actually have thousands of pets."[/color] It was not time spring the trap. [color=Gray]"You know, I went to the Venomweed today."[/color] he chortled, a small hint. [color=Gray]"You know the great part about that trip, I found a new pet! You wanna know his name?!"[/color] "Yeah, sure, tell me his name." [color=Gray]"Big."[/color] Astarte tilted her head slightly and raised an eyebrow, "But that's my pet's name... Why did you name him the same as my pet?" Just as he planned, she would unwittingly step into his trap. It was set. [color=gray]"Oh, my apologies, my Ogre just reminded me of yours, you have one, don't you? One named Big. Mine's a bit burned."[/color] There it was, plain as day. Astarte stared at Amartía for a long moment. Then, slowly, her eyes widened as realization washed over her face. Her lower lip started quivering and her voice cracked, "N-No! He's mine! Give Big back to me!" She yelled, letting her feet touch the ground. After a split second, she took a tentative, shaky step toward Amartía. She looked like a child who'd had her toy taken away by a bully. Sin let that sink in for a few seconds, and it was oh so satisfying. As Astarte began to plead and crawl, he began to cackle. Harder and harder he laughed, he found himself guffing so hard, that his cracked face, began shatter. Almost instantly, though, it ended, and he returned to his signature expressionless look. [color=gray]"So you've finally figured it out."[/color] he began, leaning forward in his throne. [color=gray]"You want him, don't you, well, I'll give him back. But I need something from you."[/color] he sighed simply. 'Boom', she fell for it and was now right in the palm of his hand. Astarte took another step toward Amartía, "Where is Big? I-I want to see him-" Sin quickly held his hand up, gesturing for her to stop. [color=Gray]"I told you I have him, you will do many things for me before you can have him back."[/color] he warned. [color=Gray]"First I will ask you a series of questions, you will answer them truthfully, if you don't I will know. Lying is a sin."[/color] "But-" Astarte looked down and let out a pathetic little squeak. As her long hair covered her face, she nodded her understanding. "O-Okay." [color=Gray]Good girl."[/color] he cooed. [color=Gray]"Let us begin. What are you?[/color] a simple question. "Idnbf..." She murmured. [color=Gray]"Come on, speak, Big misses you."[/color] he cooed. Suddenly his voice became hard. [color=gray]"Don't make me repeat myself."[/color] "I'm a Goddess like Jvan, Illunabar, and Niciel..." Astarte's voice was soft and timid, a sharp contrast to her usual cheery, loud tone. [color=Gray]"Good, and what are you the goddess of?[/color] Simple. "... M-Magic, I think?" Amartía chuckled inwardly but continued on. [color=Gray]"Magic. Let us move on. This universe we live in, from the mortals to the stars, have.been created by you gods. How?"[/color] "I don't know... We, uh, kinda mixed our essences." Astarte shrugged, voice still small and hair still obscuring her face almost completely. Well, that proved that she wasn't the most knowledgeable of gods, quite ironic as magic could be extremely complex. The Primordials did have a sense of humor. [color=Gray]"Mixed your essence, I see."[/color] he murmured, it seemed that he would have to dig deeper. 'He' would have had the answer. [color=Gray]"So, let's make this simpler, how do [b]you[/b] create magic?"[/color] Astarte crossed her arms over her chest and seemed to shrink under the pressure, "I-I don't know, I just do." [color=gray]"So you create without understanding the process? That's bad. How about I explain."[/color] he scolded before getting up out of his throne and began to pace. [color=gray]"Do you know what the 5th Element is?"[/color] Astarte remained silent. Amartía forged ahead. [color=Gray]"Someone happened to extensively research the inner working of the universe the best they could and found that there is actually a fifth element. You know the four right?"[/color] "Y-Yeah." [color=Gray]"Well then, let me cut to the chase since I have a world to take over. The simple explanation of the 5th Element is the active force of the universe. I want that. I want a magic that utilizes the 5th Element. The lifeforce or everything and everyone. If you can do that, according to my directions, you will get Big back."[/color] "Uh, last time I gave my pure essence to a mortal being, it exploded." [color=Gray]"You're missing the point Astarte, I want you to unlock the 5th Element for the use all the citizens of Amestris. Or a select few. The power to bend matter to their will, within the laws that or Order god put in place. In fact, I will mold this force, and teach it to others. That is what I want from you![/color] he proclaimed, it sounded simple but was extremely complex. Understanding dawned upon Astarte and with a start, she straightened up and stared at Amartía's unforgiving expression, "B-But- Such energy, you can't possibly mean-" [color=gray]"Yes Astarte, you will give me, and the rest of the mortals, the power of the gods. And you will be responsible, for either ending humanity or blessing them. Either way, I win."[/color] his words were like hammer blows on the goddess, relentless. Astarte covered her mouth and fell to her knees. "Oh, oh no... Oh, Jvan help me..." She muttered as bright tears began to form at the corners of her eyes, "T-That's blasphemy- I-I can't do that!" She yelled, her voice cracking. She raised her arm and pointed her palm toward Amartía. Her entire body shook like a leaf on the wind as she aimed at him, lavender energy already visible rippling across her arm. Finally, he had broken her, but he couldn't stop there, he needed to crush her. Pride took over, and instantly, he was disgusted. She dares raise her hand up at him? Leaving his place on the dais, he walked toward her, his malice began to suffocate the air. It was as if he was everywhere at once. He came to a stop in front of her, he outstretched hand millimeters from his toned stomach. [color=Gray]"Pathetic, weak, disgusting. Is this the god that Big expects to save him? I THOUGHT YOU CARED FOR HIM!!!"[/color] Crack. [color=gray]"If you loved him, you would do anything to save him."[/color] Crack. [color=Gray]"Mortals come and go, Big is eternal, and I don't think he would want to spend an eternity away from you."[/color] Shatter. Astarte sobbed. Her tears fell freely now and her arms fell back to her side. It wasn't long before she bowed her head and covered her face out of shame. She sobbed again, "A-All the... Other Gods are going... T-To hate me..." And there it was, Amartía had officially shattered the confidence and will of a god. Which was surprisingly easy. [color=Gray]"Forget the gods, you only need Big, and Big needs you. So, will you do as you are told, or leave Big behind."[/color] She cried. On her knees with her head down and face covered by her hands and hair, she cried. There was no telling what might have been going through her head, but one thing was certain. She had surrendered to Amartía's demands.