[color=598527]Parvus[/color]
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The darkness was oppressive. He wondered how long had he floated in the void between worlds. He also wondered if time even existed within this eldritch place. 

He was afraid. He was not scared of death, but instead was scared that he would be trapped forever in the endless dark with only his memories. Even once cherished memories now felt sour. In the darkness, he had a single memory to cling to. It was comforting, but it was also sorrowful. 

He remembered approaching the rest of his pantheon, proclaiming wildly that he would be respected, or he would find another realm to reside. They must have thought he was mad, and perhaps he was. He had sealed himself away in divine residence, and answered the first pull he felt so long as it would draw him away from his past. 

He had helped to overthrow the tyrant god. He had provided food and medicine to the mortals. And his only reward for his bravery and kindness was a false title, and scorn. It was only when he posed a danger to them that he was respected. He could no longer tolerate disrespect. 

Eventually, the darkness gave way and he was reformed within the halls of the architect. He was immediately in awe of his raw power. He had never encountered a being so powerful, at one point he was a god, but now he was in front of a god among gods. 

He felt compelled to kneel. He did not even care if the towering figure noticed. He had felt as though a sacred duty was burnt into his chest, to nurture this world and its life. He would not take that task lightly. 

Within the presence of the architect, all of the fledgling gods seemed to fade away. He did not mean them any respect, he was simply in shock. 

After a few moments, Parvus calmed himself and rose. He understood that he would need to either cooperate with, or oppose each of these different entities, and thus he decided to lurk around in order to get a better understanding of them. 

He hoped that his experience with them would be fruitful and mutually respectful, however at the moment, he could not trust any of them. He did not feel like he could truly trust anyone. He did not even understand the Architect, however it felt easier to trust him as he truly believed that if he wished it, then all of the gods before him would be destroyed. 

[hider= Summary]
> Parvus contemplates existence within nothingness, and the events immediately leading up to it. 
> He is immediately in awe of the architect, and feels compelled to bow before him. 
> He lingers in the area to further examine his fellow gods. [/hider]