[i]’[color=lightblue]The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.[/color]’[/i]

[right]-H.P. Lovecraft[/right]

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The overwhelming presence of fear filled Iarus with such an awesome inspiring sense of power, he could feel the very earth beneath him tremble. The fear of all life became connected within him and if his will had been any weaker he may have been consumed by such a connection. As the God of Deception he was always lurking in shadows conspiring against those who dwelled in the light but now...now he was the shadows. The unknown thing that even the gods feared, as if all his deepest desires for power had come true. It was then that he noticed the other gods around the Spire.

He could feel the spite of Anu'varr, the righteous indignation of Hyperion, and the sweet delicious fear of Oao. It was Oao that he saw clearer than any, her fears projected across distances to show him the manifistation of her fears beyond the veil of shadows. As he was in studious awe of what his eldest sister's fears looked like his awe was cut short by the appearance of the stone atop The Spire.  The structure was coming down, a most unfortunate thing. 

Then as if a ghost of the past he saw himself standing before him in the light of the Spire. The gold expressionless mask that once covered his true essence gazed back at him and there was almost a sense of begging from behind it.

[color=lightblue][i]'You realize that this will make you an enemy of ALL your brothers and sisters. You will become the antithesis of every living thing.’[/i][/color]

Feeling his face where his own cold mask rested, for the first time Iarus felt the need to remove it. As he removed the mask from his face and hung it at his side the new visage of the God of Fear took shape. The features of his face were sharp and angular but somehow smooth and enticing, no hair graced his head but the addition of ears which took a drastic and knife-like shape jutted from the side of his head. It was the eyes however; blank and seemingly soulless which stared back at Deception that really set the tone for Fear,

[color=black][b]”We we're already their enemies dear brother, I simply am embracing the title that you skulked around and hid from. We had always planned on taking what was rightfully ours... you were too weak to obtain it on your own.”[/b][/color]

And with that last affirmation Deception faded away from existence. Feeling his Divine Cord washed of all traces of Deception the new God of Fear stepped back from the Spire and turned to see the world at large. His cloak which once hung loose and made it easy to conceal himself became tighter leather look the flowing coattails now hanging just below his knees. The clasps on his chest shone with an unnatural red and looked as if eyes rested in them always searching around. Around his right shoulder hung black unknown fur which lead into a layered metal gauntlet which reached from fingertips to shoulder.

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As he gazed around and saw the assembled gods and goddesses a small and terrifying grin crossed his face,

[color=black][b]”Greetings dear brothers and sisters, allow me to introduce myself... I am Iarus, the God of Fear…[/b][/color]