[h1][center][color=crimson]Silacetus, The Mother[/color][/center][/h1]

[center]A mother screamed. A ringing in the distance, faint and muffled could be heard.

A father cried. The ringing in the distance, clearer now.

While a child died. A bell ringing a pure note as clear as day, washed over everything.[/center]

She opened her mind, and became assaulted by divine reality. The bell had awoken her at last, its pure note signaling that it was time. Time at last for the Pantheon to be founded. How she knew this was a mystery. How she knew anything about herself, was also a mystery. Such was a time of nothingness, now her mind flooded with the prospect of something new. Something [i]wonderful.[/i]

She designed to leave the womb that encased her, a thing of beauty. Of flesh and blood. It gave her life, and in turn she would give it purpose, but it would also prove to be her first test. She bit and clawed, tearing away that which encased her. Something gave away, a rip and tear, and then a feeling of falling. She fell amidst the fluids of her birth naked, landing on the cold ground like a newborn animal.  Her mind opened itself further, expanding with the new life she found herself in. Her mind would be here eyes, her voice in the time to come and it was glorious. She tried to stand, but stumbled like a colt. She fell to her hands and knees, shivering as the air dried her.

She began to laugh, a note almost as pure as the bell. Sweet and innocent but with a hint of darker tones. She stood again, and this time she took her first step as a divine. Her small feet felt the cool stones beneath her feet with ecstasy. Her mirth grew still, as she began to walk, then dance to the rhythm of her own laughter. Such was her merriment, that she danced for a time, unabated by the lashings of time. She was simply thrilled to be alive, to be in reality, to exist and crave desires. 

Desire.

Her feet stood still, as she thought for a moment. Her desires were suddenly thrust upon her. Her wants, needs, cravings, and all things that would most benefit her. She knew her purpose, it was not here on this realm. This birthplace of hers, this first home of hers. No, her destiny resided where she could grow purpose, where she could mold flesh and bone, where she could have her own children. So that they might love and cherish her, and grow them to her own desires. What must be done, was what had already been done and would be done countless times in memorial. 

She waved her hands, and from the nothingness that surrounded her a dress of satin clothed her naked body. The Goddess then willed herself to the one place she knew that required her utmost attention first. The Highest Court, the place where she would be the first of Pantheon, or so the bell had whispered to her. She arrived to see but one figure sat atop of throne. Although she was by all means a babe, the being before her was an essential. A term she was already familiar with, a being old and mighty. Zhystkrexas, was his name, the Corrupter. She knew not how, but all Essentials were ingrained within her mind, she knew them as they were.

She bowed before him low, his presence so beautiful and hated at the same time. She then took a seat at the front. It was her destiny to be a part of something greater then herself. She just had so many plans, so many ideas. Silacetus smiled inside her mind, what a wonderful time to be alive.