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Through his fiery persona, the god looked upon the others that were lined up around the Architect. He was far from the only being to be born here. Many other unwanted brethren of his were also doing their things amongst one another. Already there was a plentiful portion of different things taking place all at once. Some gods were already conversing with another - like the slimy fish-god known as Shengshi and a snake-like dragon known as Arae. Some were being rambunctious little shits - with one particularly fiery lady daring to defy her Architectural Creator or the tiny godlet "Choppy" that cursed the word "fuck". And some - like Sartr himself - were fuming in absolute rage at the situation - such as the dark figure that is Orvus. And that monstrous abomination of an "orge" was just... well there.

And there were definitely gods that he knew he'd despise. In fact, from the minute of what he had already observed, he knew he was going to hate most of them. 

And Sartr? He was alone. No one seemed to take very much note of him. He was far away from all the action that was taking place anyways. And frankly, he didn't care much for it all. In the meantime, he looked down at himself with flaming white-hot eyes to inspect his new form. Flames seethed from his molten body, with magma dripping from his thick luscious beard and down onto his toned abs. He was enwrapped in a fiery dance of deep reds, predominant oranges, bright yellows, and gleaming whites. And once he got to his feet, that's when he realized that he found himself completely in the nude. Even his mighty long sword happened to be showing. 

A big, flaming, and... floppy "sword" at that...

What kind of weapon was this?

He'd then hear something emit from the Architect nearby as he spoke to the fiery woman.

[color=lightblue][i]'The fortitude of your frame, the blood in your hair and flesh, the very air that you breathe. [b]I[/b] gave you all of this! Before I brought you here, you were nothing but a worthless echo, a formless shadow, doomed and trapped in the Beyond. Such a waste.'[/i][/color]

But soon, his body reacted to the environment with rage as the furious flames circled around him with minds of their own. They wanted out from this dark, dank, place. They want to roam free and burn all that come across them. There was nothing of substance here worthwhile. Sartr clenched his fists in rage as he looked up at the architect with major abhorrence. 

[b][color=f26522]"YOU."[/color][/b] he growled with a snarled expression, [b][color=f26522]"WHY HAVE YOU BROUGHT US HERE? I WANT OUT OF THIS MISERABLE PLACE! I WANT TO ROAM AND LET THE FLAMES ENGULF THE WORLD! THERE IS NOTHING FOR ME HERE!"[/color][/b]

His bellowing questions were perhaps loud enough to make his presence known at last, but whether or not they'd care much for a mere outsider was up to interpretation.

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Sartr looks at the other gods from a distance, noting several individuals before looking upon his fiery, nude body. 

After hearing the architect's remark on Seihdhara, he began to grow impatient in this realm and asks why he has summoned them here and that he wants out to wreck havoc with his flames instead.
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