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[color=gray][i][b]Sin, The 7 Sins, The Sinner, Pride, Gluttony, Wrath Envy, Sloth, Lust, Greed[/b][/i][/color]
2 MP, Level 4[/center]

Fear is complex. To Amartía there are several different kinds. Dread. Fear of the unknown. Fear of the thing one knows but is trying desperately to un-know. Fear for someone else, and Helplessness. 

At this moment, Amartía could sense the dread of those around him. It was thick, as if a wool blanket had been thrust upon his body. It was suffocating, but exhilarating. Amartía himself felt no fear, at this moment, he felt the exact opposite. Excitement. He stood hopping from one foot to the other like a little girl and he was not ashamed one bit. He was deliriously happy, giddy even. The excitement wired his body and flushed through his veins. As a general rule, Amartía hid his emotions. He figured they were intel he'd rather not hand over so at all times his face was blank. But this was different.

What stood before Amartía and the Victors was a sight to behold. A feat of godly proportion. What was once so alive now gave him chills. What was once a forest was now a museum of crystals. Flora and fauna alike had either been crystalized or had fled. 

All sound had been sucked from the forest. The branches creaking, feet shuffling through detritus, squirrels chattering, leaves rustling, wind whistling around trunks/disturbing the leaves, birds singing, insects humming/ churring, rustle of animals rooting in underbrush, scrabbling of lizards on tree bark, limbs crashing to the ground, leaves crackling underfoot, clattering leaves, soughing wind, groaning trees, squawking birds, hostile screeches from animals, panting, barking yips, ruffling, ticking, tapping, rattling, shiver, grating, the beat of paws against a path.

The harmonic rhythm of nature had been stolen away; and it was beautiful.

Amartía shuffled forward, determined to investigate further, but a hand griped his own suddenly. Stopping him in his tracks. Quickly, the atmosphere changed. Amartía slowly turned to find Aviyah's hand holding his wrist. Her eyes were wide with fear. [b]"We should no-"[/b] Without a moments notice, Amartía's hand snaked out, returning Aviyah's grip with a crushing grip of his own before he twisted here whole arm in an unnatural fashion, causing her to follow and grimace in pain before he yanked it upward, causing it to snap sickeningly. Aviyah turned chalk white as Sin let her had go, immediately she dropped to her knees. Amartía paid her no heed, and ventured into the crystalline forest alone.

Quickly though, Amartía realized it was a mistake. It became difficult to move quickly. Every time his feet 'thumped' against the mud of the forest floor, the very grass met him with resistance, shattering under his oppressive step. He saw shadows flicking between the glimmering trees, heard the occasional sound of leaves tingling like chimes in the twilight wind

There were things watching him, he knew. Things that ate neither meat nor grass, things neither grew nor died but simply were. They watched silently, hidden amidst the glassy maze. Creatures of the forest that would happily kill him just for stepping into their territory. Heartless forms that would tear out his throat and pull him to pieces and feed them to the soil…

A low, sinuous hiss drifted out from behind a nearby tree. The Lord of Sin wasn’t alone. 

Not nearly.

[b]“Does it please you, Sin? Bullying an infant?”[/b]

Even in his avatar, Logos’s voice cut into the mind like a blade.

He didn’t turn around to see what it was. From the noise of shattering branches that followed from its pursuit, it was bigger than him. Definitely big enough to swallow him whole.

The Solver, who reclined on his neck and shoulders became his eyes. The crimson eyes of The Solver gazed upon the avatar of Logos, giving Amartía and eyeful. It was massive, imposing even, but Amartía maintained his cool. He felt nothing at this moment. Fear was beyond him. Pride was his birthright. 

[color=Crimson]"Bullying is a hobby. It is part of our nature, us orphans of Chaos."[/color]

Rearing up and over the demigod was a ebon feathered serpent of colossal size. The crown of its head skimmed beneath the priceless canopy of the unnatural jungle, and its titanium wings glistened in the dying light.

If his movements were like stones sliding against one another, his voice was like a mountain being ground into dust. [b]“Make no mistake,”[/b] the serpent continued. [b]“That is what she is. My brother matured her race as much as he could, but her sensibilities are still those of a child.”[/b]

An eye opened not ten feet from Amartia, as big around as he was. It glowed a pale white with an inner light, illuminating the ridges around it. It was a God.

It judged him.

His eyes simmered with more than just predator instinct when it gazed upon Amartia. The God disdained him, and Amartia could see the wretched, boring expression hidden ever so carefully behind its mask of neutrality. 

[b]"Why have you come seeking your own death?"[/b]

Amartía's face was deadpan. He gazed deep into the eye in the distance, but was impressed by the looming serpents other worldly beauty. Even from this distance, he could feel its cold, hating gaze. Wrath, and oh was it delicious. Such a sin from a god was common, anger and rage for mortals and immortals alike seemed to be the unsaid standard for beings of untold power. 

Amartía himself, enjoyed the god's Wrath, soaking in it as if he was taking in the suns rays. It was never ending, a pool of overflowing milk and honey.

[color=Crimson]"No being openly seeks death, but simply stumbles upon it. His knowing it usually results in his actual death."[/color] Amartía jibbed, gazing deep into the eye. 

[color=Crimson]"I, on the other hand, came seeking to do no evil. But came to seek answers. It is not everyday that one falls upon a crystalline forest. A creation I find beautiful."[/color]

There was the sudden rustling, the musical breaking of a thousand diamond blades of glass as the serpent slithered around Amartia. It's body seemed nigh nedless, and its gaze never ending.

[b]"You speaks words you do not understand,"[/b] the serpent hissed at last, as if in resignation. [b]"And see beauty where there is only death."[/b] The black serpant opened its jaws, revealing line after line of ivory scythes, glistened back. [b]"For those who enter these groves will serve them in time. Why have you come, shade?"[/b]

[color=Crimson]"Shape clay into a vessel; It is the space within that makes it useful.

Cut doors and windows for a room;
It is the holes which make it useful.

Therefore I see benefits in what is there;

Usefulness from what is not there."[/color] Amartía chlorted as he gazed at the eye in the distance, but ignored the serpent that coiled around him.

[color=Crimson]"What I seek though? I seek many things, power, satisfaction, the world. Most of which is opposed by many of the gods."[/color]

[b]"You seek to kill me and take my crown. You seek to rule over the gods themselves. You seek not this world, but all of them,"[/b] the serpent stated bluntly.

Amartía's mask-like face fractured, causing jagged edges to form of crooked if not crude smile on his face. Amartía's emotionless mask fell as he broke into a cackle. His booming, ferocious, malevolent, intimidating expulsion of menacing, doom-laden laughter echoed throughout the luminous timberland.

[color=Crimson]"You know me so well. Although devouring the Primordials, that is a true goal."[/color] Amartía sighed as he reached for the serpents cut-glass scales, caressing the snakes cool, lustrous skin, despite its gaping maw in his face.

[b]“You are wise not to have fear. I am not so foolish as to destroy a valuable asset, and I do not feel rage. You are in no danger.”[/b]

It had known about Amartia’s plans the moment he stepped into the grove.

Sin was used to predictability. It was his job to understand the nature of all, if not most beings. But this god was different. While Jvan's motives were many and predictable (at times), this god's was obvious, but unpredictable. It posed a challenge for Amartía; could he stay one step ahead of a being who understood [b]his[/b] own nature?

[color=Crimson]"What do you mean by, 'valuable asset'?[/color]

The serpent silenced him as the coils suddenly constricted around the embodiment. [b]“Allow me to educate you,”[/b] he said.

[b]“I make it a habit to ensure that all peoples believe they have me fooled, or otherwise believe that they know something I do not. It makes the behaviour of both my enemies and my underlings entirely predictable. That your very nature is Sin and that you crave this world for yours alone has been known to me for some time. That you intended to assume control without my knowledge or consent has also been known to me. This duplicity on your part was expected and accounted for. It is a small thing, and your desires only serves to drive you toward my own ends. I would rather a general with his own ambitions and motives than a simpering lapdog. I can reward ambitions and direct motives better than any other Deity, and so your loyalty is guaranteed.”[/b]

Amartía extended hand wavered as the snakes rippling skin constricted, while his mask-like face cracked once again. This time forming a crooked frown. 

Sin was starting hear a bit of himself in the gods words. While Amartía played a game were the world was his board and the pawn were its people, it felt as if this god puppeted the universe. Everyone and everything served a purpose in his grandiose scheme, nothing escaped his all seeing eye and he manipulated and controlled everything. It was the very thing Amartía hungered and worked for at every moment.

[b]"The Gods of this world believe that they can play me in the divine game. They believe that the actions of their underlings will bring them closer to victory, and ultimately to their dominion over all reality. They are mistaken. While I am speaking with you now I am also at the within my Citadel, watching as my daughter is crowned Queen of her people. Simultaneously, I am purging the cancer that is Jvan from existence. Further still, I am bringing Teknall, the traitor, to heel. I do not say these things as boasts. It is very difficult for a being such as myself to boast. Any self-aggrandizement I commit falls within the bounds of truth. I am grand."[/b]

Amartía was taken aback by this. [color=Crimson]"A general? Reward? What are you getting at? A god as watchful and as almighty as you are, would have no need to approach me as I encroach upon your territory. Why have you come to me personally?"[/color]

[b]"Because I offer the peoples of the world a choice. And I offer it to them through you. Hope that you succeed in this task, Amartia, because if you fail, there will be no insulation between Galbar and its King. Vowzra would be harsh. He did not love your kind in the way you understand love. Jvan would be cruel. She enjoys causing her children to suffer. But I...”[/b] Logos closed his eyes and tilted his head skyward. [b]“I walked the Road before they even Knew. I would not punish their transgressions so much as I would wipe disobedience from your species altogether.”[/b]

The god stayed true to his words and his sin switched from Wrath to Pride, and his words dripped with it.

[color=Crimson]"I?"[/color] Amartía said as he refolded his arms, thinking deeply. 

[color=Crimson]"Am I to be a Preacher. . . or a Harbinger?"[/color] Amartía countered. The god saw potential in him, but not his brethren? Then what would be the fate of those who chose wrong?

The serpent slowly shook its great head.

[b]"You will be a Witness. And what you see in these days, you will tell. Your people will become my people, and my blessing will be upon them as long as this covenant holds true. And you alone will sit highest amongst my siblings, for you were first to kneel and first to recieve."[/b]

Amartía remained silent. A witness? A blessing? A covenant? Receive? Sin was lost. And Sin hated it. So, he kneeled before the serpent. 

[color=Crimson]"A Witness? A Seer and a Hearer, but not a Doer. "[/color] Amartía began, gazing up at the snake. [color=Crimson]"I can be your Witness, but a covenant is a two sided matter. I know what must be done on my end, but what of you, what do I receive?"[/color]

The coils around Amartia relaxed, even as the serpent raised its great head above the Demigod, looking down at the creature in what almost seemed to be approval. He saw a glow ahead, a dim pinpoint of angry white light that could only be the fire gathering in his throat...

[b]"In the beginning, it was I that wore the crown of King. And from me, come all true Kings."[/b]

It came over Amartía artia first like the heat from standing to close to an open oven, unbearably hot. Then it got hotter, like holding his face against a stovetop. Then it got hotter, and Amartía felt his clothes burning away as he was thrown against the floor of the forest, his flesh sizzling and popping.

[b]"Die now and be reborn. Witness and remember, Amartía, Lord of Xerxes. Stand upon the highest mountain and gaze in all eight directions. For I offer you this world, if you but have the will to take it."[/b]

The power rushed to fill him.

Amartía dug deep, found every vestige of magic within himself that he understood, and every vestige that he didn’t, clutching at them with his mind. The power that touched him, filling him, with alien and vast as the darkness behind the stars. He held it all as he teetered in front of the serpent, his life hanging by a thread, and then he screamed.

His scream was carried over the whole of the forest around him, echoing with unbridled power. He felt his strength returning to his limbs as his magic healed him, felt flesh fill in around his limbs as blackened meat sloughed off his wings.

They were feathery. Swan feathers, layer upon layer upon layer, silky smooth and white as snow. They fluttered gently,then were still. They obscured his face, a cloak of whiteness, hiding everything, bigger than his whole body, joined together by a line of gentle gold star.

Sizzling red skin peeled off his body in chunks, revealing clean, tan skin, reminiscent of clay. His signature bald head was gone, and was replaced with with matted hair that was ghostly in its bloodless color. No longer was Amartía the expressionless being he once was, his face was handsome, regal, rugged even. Much like his now well-toned body, he now sported sharp, angular features that betrayed his long-lost form. Everything from his jawline, which could cut diamonds, to his powerful brow is shaped with strength, as if he had been chiseled from the bedrock beneath the plains of his rebirth.  Full, thick lips hid not only a set of perfect teeth, but hid a powerful, commanding voice.

Despite the violent transformation, Amartía's light brown eyes somehow surpassed his situation to become his most intimidating feature. Taken alone, they are unspectacular in their appearance, with a hue similar to cinnamon—a rather average tone. But they were piercing and unforgiving, the eyes of a ruler.

While a great change had taken place outside his body, a greater change to place inside. Amartía gasped as the white hot pain subsided, allowing to breath once more. Underneath his skin, pulsing bright white, lay hundreds of interconnecting [url=http://randomc.net/image/Fate%20stay%20night/Fate%20stay%20night%20-%2024%20-%20Large%2007.jpg]pathways[/url], each precisely measured apart as translucent energy flowed through, causing electricity to arc off it.

Amartía gazed at the design in wonder before slowly getting to his feet. Everything had changed about Sin. Every movement was calculated and precise.  He embodied an aura that commanded respect, fear, and utter devotion. Standing at six feet, eight inches, his tremendous height was only built upon by the knowledge that his power now exceeded that of any other individual in the world—and not by a trivial amount. It made him seem and feel as if he is titanic. The way that he carried himself with absolute confidence and conviction, holding his posture perfectly in a domineering, statuesque way, imposing his authority on those around him like a general pacing in front of his army. Coolness was his birthright.

Amartía stood naked before the serpent, flexing his right hand and flapping his powerful wings, enjoying the crackle of electricity as the circuits under his skin fired off commands at the speed of light.

Sin turned towards the god, looking quite pleased. [color=Crimson]"That was quite a change. I feel…like a god."[/color] Amartía huffed as he clenched and unclenched his fists.

[b]"An ignorant claim, but not an unfounded one," the serpent hissed as it appraised its new piece. Yes, this one would do nicely on the board. "You posses but a fraction of my power. Serve faithfully, and I may yet allow you to devour one of my siblings and claim their Divinity for yourself."[/b]

The serpent unwrapped itself from around Amartía and unfurled its massive metal wings and hunched, closing his newly-adopted charge in a cage of hot feathers. Curling her wingspan about the Sin, until the he was pressed into darkness, the God loomed over him.

[b]"Remember. As simple an order as a king can give, and as simple of a command as a King can recieve. Remember why,"[/b] the serpent hissed, only his eyes visible in the darkness. [b]"For I do not wish tribute, nor song, nor monuments nor poems of war and valor. My wish is simple. Remember what you were and what you have become,"[/b] he said to Amartia. [b]"Remember that you were rewarded simply because you knelt."[/b]

Amartía's face remained emotionless as he watched the massive serpent spread its wings. He hated how the gods words made him feel, it was as if he was just an insignificant fly in his world. It was a constant stain to his Pride. Sparks flew as Amartía crained his neck to watch the serpents ever rising, glowing eyes. 

[I]...because you knelt.[/i] rang over and over again, like the pitter patter of rain on stone in his head. 

Amartía ignored it and refocused on the serpent. [color=Crimson]"I will serve. I will bring the world to its knees, by your word alone."[/color] he vowed, his voice hard and powerful.

[b]"I already know you will," the serpent hissed in understanding. It was a fact. And inevitability. "And afterwards, you will attempt to turn on me. With Vestec, perhaps. Or maybe you ally with another god. Or maybe even with the Pride of your own power. You will lose, of course,"[/b] the god noted.


[b]“I played the immortal game before the universe’s creation, against foes that you would look upon with envy and awe. I earned this reality and created this world, bought and paid for both with the blood of my kind and the the scars of a conflict so vast and terrible it lasted over and before an thousand eternities. Only one of my foes remains, and even she fled the battle rather than face me, then returned to scavenge my creation in my absence by wreaking havoc upon the Codex while I was still frail.”[/b]

[b]“I won the immortal game, Sin. No matter how many gods resist, no matter how many of my children die, this fact cannot be changed. The positions of the pieces matter not, for I own the very board. No outcome exists that precludes my restoration of the natural order. Every time each of you resist, they merely increase the magnitude of the eventual retribution.[/b]

[color=Crimson]"My Pride has bounds, Immortal One. I won't allow your words to determine my future, only Fate herself can truly determine ones path. I know what I have been, what I am, and what I wll become. The Bane of the Gods. Slayer of Demi-gods. Devour of the Primordials. My path to greatness has been set in stone, and through you, it will pass.[/color] 

Amartía mimicked the serpent, unfurling his own powerful wings. They spread out, elelectricity arcing off them, streatching until the tips of the metallic feathers brushed against the trees. The flapping created a soft breeze around them. 

[color=Crimson]"Funny how this all began, because Time himself, saw to take me, to prevent an unforseen future, and he himself, set me on this path. I will not resis it, no, I will grab hold of my birthright, and concour it will this power you have given me."[/color]

If the serpent was placated by this vow, it did now show. But between the living embodiment of sin and the ouroboros grew the faintest spark of crimson light. It flickered briefly in the gloom, before surging with brightness.

It began as a liquid, collecting in the air within the light. Redder than blood and thicker than a mortal's soul. It was alive and otherworldly, with a mind and desire all of its own, pooling into an impossibility made flesh.

Suddenly, the carmine glow cast its pale relief on the two as it rippled red lightning, as the liquid seemed to freeze. The transmutation, a miracle of worldly subjugation, rendered into a jagged crystal the size of Amartia's fist. It hung lazily in the air, the inner glow of its power quietly falling into slumber, waiting to be called upon once more.

[b]"If it falls within my Laws, this will accomplish it,"[/b] the God promised.

Amartía gazed at the stone, letting its iridescent glow wash over him like the suns rays in the afternoon. The power he searched for, researched, stole and tortured for, so easily created. 

Sin reached for the stone, his emotionless mask slipping the closer he drew to it. In the back of his head, a small voice reminded him of his prisoner; Big, and his dealings with Astarte. It was quickly drowned out by the humming of the stone.

As soon as Amartía touched it, red electricity began to charge down his arm, transforming the clean, blue pathways into crimson highways. The sanguine stone hummed with power, soaking into his bones and jaring his teeth. Amartía grabbed hold of the stone, and instantly, reality seemed to bend and twist. The things he would be capable of with such a power. 

Amartía rubbed the stone absent mindedly with his thumb, caressing its smooth, other worldy surface. In a matter of seconds, the stone dissapered. For the first time, Amartía showed off the power of Gluttony. His mouth elongated and his throat widened to accommodate the stone, which slid down easily. But the stone did not find his stomach, no, found the bottoms pit that Gluttony's insatiable hunger. 

Sin could feel the hum of power inside him, the ablity to bend and create right on his fingertips. Red electricity became blue as Amartía absorbed the stone, the power becoming his and his alone. 

It wasn't until he looked back up to the serpent that he realized the darkness permeating his world was because night had fallen at last. The god had vanished, taking his encompassing wingspand with him and leaving the newly christened Demigod in the forest of crystal with only his thoughts for company. 

The moons of Galbar stared down at the new King, as if judging him, appraising his value with their silent mournful stare.

[I]...because you knelt.[/i] 

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-Amartía stumbles upon a crystalline forest in which he finds interesting.

-After a small scuffle with a Victor, Amartía explores ge forest, but finds it difficult to get through as the forests seems to watch him 

-The sudden appearance of a massive serpent fails to scare him, but its words interests him.

-Exposition leads to Amartía seeming destruction before he finds himself reborn as a different be being.

-This is part of a binding Covenent between Logos and Amartía.

Amartía pledges his loyalty after more exposition and then is left alone with the gods words plaing over and over in his head. But is left with one last gift; a Philosopher Stone.
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-Logos spends 2 Might to Level Amartia up, claiming Sin for his own. Order (Subjugation)
-Logos spends 2 Might to create his second Avatar
-Logos spends 1 Might to create a Stone, binding the ability to control his Laws within a physical object. Order (Subjugation)
-Logos claims Amartia, and by extension, the people of Xerxes as his own, sparing them from the wrath of his Realta so long as they purge out Jvaanic entities.
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