[centre][h1]Galaxor, The Hero Maker[/h1] & [h1]The Eidolon[/h1][/centre] [right]”If men had wings and bore black feathers, Few of them would be clever enough to be crows.” [color=gray]- Henry Ward Beecher[/color][/right] [hr] As the bull left to lick his wounds, Galaxor flew on into the cosmos. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for, there was [i]nothing[/i] out there after all. Nothing but time to ponder on what to do. Heroes were always needed and once the world would be made, heroes will be made. Challenges will be at every step. Other divines might want to interfere with Galaxor’s plans, not that he cared that much, all were below his heroic body but he preferred not to make enemies everywhere. After all, even the mightiest can fall at the hands of the many. He wandered around the nothingness until he felt something. He couldn’t see what it was but something was out there. Something noticed him. Maybe it was one of his old enemies. Maybe they managed to follow him to this place. So, he did what all heroes do. Taking a deep breath, he let his aura shine bright and in his loudest and most heroic voice said: “[color=gold]My name is Galaxor, the God of Heroes, the Hero Maker, Divine Artisan of Heroes, Celestial Forger of Legendary Champions, Master of Heroic Destinies, Architect of Heroism and Valor, Weaver of Epic Tales, Cosmic Mentor of Heroic Prodigies, the Legendary Enabler of Greatness, Creator of Champions, the Mythweaver, the Cosmic Patron of Heroic Aspirations, the Celestial Architect of Legendary Deeds. If you’re here to challenge me, I’ll leave the first move to you. [/color]” A few moments later, his demeanour changed. His aura changed once more, shining even brighter, his muscles bulged, his eyes flared with divine power. “[color=gold]Show yourself or face my wrath[/color]” the Hero Galaxor said. The tone changed from before, gone was the cheerful, friendly voice. Commanding. The only word that could describe it. What emerged could not be called a god; frail wisps, a mere fraction of the power a divine ought to be granted. Like a sacrificial offering terrified of the altar, it recoiled from Galaxor’s aura. It bristled like a cornered animal, before ultimately coalescing some rationality, enough to speak. In the divine tongue – proof it was no mere monster – it eked out, “Don’t hurt me.” In the morass of nonexistence, which could not be called dark for light did not yet exist, it did not form a body. Instead, it remained mere traces of essence, scattered in a probabilistic cloud across both a length and a point, all one and the same with no matter which to measure against. Still, it cowered from Galaxor’s aura, treading the edges in a manner more avoidant of divine proximity than any measure of distance. If there was more to this thing, this creature with barely the power of a proto-godling, it was nowhere to be found. Either it did not exist, or it was well-hidden amongst the nonexistence that was the total sum of reality. The moment the divine being appeared, if one could even call it like that, and talked, Galaxor’s aura changed once more. The heroic aspect of Galaxor fading. His muscles, demeanour, everything went back to normal. “[color=gold]Ha HA HA! Little one! I’m sorry to have frightened you! I thought you were one of the many enemies I’ve made throughout the cosmos. Now, let me look at you..[/color]” said Galaxor trying to understand [i]what[/i] exactly he was seeing in front of him. It was something. The same something he felt before. He couldn’t place it. Looking at the divine inquisitively, Galaxor bent down to take a better look at it before shaking his head. “[color=gold]I’ve seen many things but I haven’t seen anything like you. What are you, little one? I can feel the divine spark in you but never have I seen such a faint spark. [/color]” The wisps scattered at his gaze, split into several different directions – as much as they could without direction. Every word jarred them, as though the simple act of being spoken to was enough to drive them to blind terror. The same little voice, less coherent against the background for the scattering of its component parts, “Scared,” it spoke, and then paused, and then continued, “Don’t hurt,” as though to emphasise its frailty. It refused to coalesce, in a clear attempt to minimise the amount of it that Galaxor could perceive at any given time. Once it was clear it had not been immediately struck down, its babbling came at a greater rate, “Don’t hurt, don’t want to fight, please,” it begged, still skimming at the edge of Galaxor’s perception and aura. Galaxor shook his head once more at the thing. “[color=gold]Little one, if I wanted to hurt or fight, we wouldn’t be talking, would we? Ha! HA! HA! But maybe my mighty form is too much for you. Let’s see what I can do about that.. [/color]” laughed Galaxor before slapping his hands together, letting out a mighty clap. Two things happened at that same time. First was that Galaxor’s form seemed to shift and bend as if he was trying to replicate the thing’s form. Secondly, the sound of the clap materialised itself in the form of a cage. Strong and fast enough to catch a minor god, definitely not strong enough to hold a fully powered up god. Galaxor might’ve not known what he was dealing with but he dealt with many creatures in his time. Even the mightiest heroes need to resort to tricks to capture their enemies after all. The wisps battered against every wall of the cage, as the begging reached a crescendo, “Want freedom, please, don’t hurt! Will stay out of your way, I promise! Please!” The behaviour once more became that of a cornered animal, sparks of divine energy arcing out as though they were claws, trying to scratch anything in reach. They were disempowered, insignificant to even an instinctual divine defence. With a loud audible, [i]hmph[/i], Galaxor started to shrink the cage, more and more. Enough to cause pain and some damage but nothing that a divine couldn’t heal in less than a few seconds if left alone. “[color=gold]Little one, you’ll soon find you won’t have much space to move or exist for that matter. Tell me your name. What are you? [/color]” said Galaxor with a low tone, threatening. He didn’t want to kill this being but not wanting to present itself to another divine? A minor god? Now that didn’t feel right. The insignificant godling screamed in pain, pressed against itself in the cage. It whimpered, offering up what was demanded without hesitation, “God of knowledge, I- I,” it let out another cry of pain as it pressed against the cage, “not lucky, given less, less power than others. Please, don’t want to die,” there was no indication of a lie, there; it broke instantly under pressure, more indicative of not having considered the option of explaining itself rather than deliberately hiding something. It then returned to begging, “Sorry, sorry, if hurt, just, just want freedom, please,” as it pressed against the bars of the cage, more by necessity than choice as its own compression drove it outwards. With a loud sigh from Galaxor, the cage disappeared, healing the divine as it did. "[Color=gold]God of Knowledge, you say? I haven't met one of you in a long time! Ha! Ha! Ha! Maybe you can answer me a question then! What was the secret ingredient in my mother's kimchi soup? She never once told me! [/color]" Galaxor asked while taking a seat in midair. The divine didn't pose any danger, no need to stand up to him, especially as he saw how weak the divine was. The little godling answered, “Where, where I am from, people ate,” the god pulled from its mind one of the heavens it had scattered on its escape, “they ate songs. Not just those sung by themselves, but the song of birds, and the song of winds rustling through trees. They ate the symphonies produced by natural laws.” The wisps of divinity separated again, still clearly wary of Galaxor. "[Color=gold]That's not what I asked you about, did I? You’re a god of knowledge, surely you must know that. But a very interesting idea, after you answer my question, I'll offer you…Two songs. Call it an apology for hurting you. [/color]" replied Galaxor, who already knew what songs he'd tell the gosling. The best songs there were out in the cosmos. The songs about him and his might. The wisp considered a moment, then responded, “If your mother never told you, then it was a secret. I, I do not know secrets. I am a god of knowledge, not, not secrets.” it recoiled away from him, as though fearful of retaliation, each wisp scattered out across a wide non-space, such that it could not be caged again. Galaxor laughed for a moment before frowning, he stood up from where he sat. "[Color=gold]A-ha! Caught you! I never had a mother! I was created by a different divine which I then bested in single combat! A god of knowledge would have…that knowledge. [/color]" said Galaxor, half shouting. The wisps of divine essence scattered further, suddenly alarmed by the motion and the noise. It hastily replied, terror edged back in its voice, “You– You didn’t listen to me, did you? You’re seeking something to abuse, you,” its voice hardened, seemingly with realisation, “you’re sadistic, and you’ve found a victim, I need–” as its voice silenced suddenly, the wisps of godling began to openly flee, pure horror and terror in its wake. At that, Galaxor started laughing very loudly and shrieked to his usual size. "[Color=gold]Sorry! Sorry! Don't run, calm yourself. I'm just joking with you…and I don't like being lied to. But very well, keep your secrets, God of whatever. I'll very much like to chat more…in the future. Your form may not be heroic but oh' my, the stories you could make! [/color]" shouted, in a friendly tone, Galaxor to the fleeting godling. He knew something was off about them. Something they didn't tell them. Definitely not a god of knowledge but of what? Galaxor had no clue. Almost as if…it was a secret that the cosmos was hiding from him. Knowledge that eluded him. [Hider=Summary] After the battle with the bull, Galaxor wanders aimlessly into the void until he feels the presence of a divine being. The divine he felt was The Eidolon. The Eidolon successfully conceals its true power by lying to Galaxor about what god he is, and appearing weaker than they are. After trying to trap the Eidolon and ignoring its lies, mostly because he didn't listen to them, the Eidolon runs off in the void while Galaxor laughs at him trying to make it understand he was only joking. [/hider]