[color=#DAA520][center][b][h3]☉ Liute 🜂
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[indent]The sun burst into being, and a new pair of eyes gazed down against the world from its surface. He could feel the heat in his bones, in his soul, and his flesh was as clay. He could feel it in runnels against the surface, feel it against the cold nothing of the void, feel it as heat rolled off from the sun. Legs of hydrogen sunk into the surface as he rose to stand, to feel nothing against his burning skin.

There was a world, down below, a plane adrift in that void of nothing. There was a world, and he could see that not all was right upon it. He could see the great clouds of ash, the explosion of green followed by sickly yellows and death, the great catastrophe. He could see the war against itself, the death of so many, and knew that it was because something there had changed, had altered the expected balance of the life upon that world. Something had come, and burned away much, and broken much, and he knew it was that which he stood upon.

A pause, then. A name came to mind, that name for the self, that name for the singular being. Liute. Was there meaning to the name? He wasn’t certain. It had meaning, though, because it was his, and he stood upon that sun. This was enough meaning for the god, enough meaning for those below. He was Liute, and that great fire was his. A pride swelled in the newborn god’s chest, a pride at that ownership, at that right, at that strength.

Were there others? The thought was easy enough to follow against. Surely there were others, others for the sky, others for the earth, others for those flesh-things which crooned upon the world. A sign was there, that others yet existed. A word echoed in Liute’s ears, distant enough to be unrecognizable yet of any description the god could provide against it would but be perfection. A taste lingered in Liute’s mouth, the taste of burning blood. It was not his own. Another had broken against the sky, to bleed and speak into being a sun against the world. This was. The other had to be like Liute, a god. This simply was.

He stared down at the world yet. What was there could not be sustained, could not continue, not if the flesh-things were to life, not for the green or blue to continue in their strife. No, these things would burn. Was there another state, before, that the people there could live in? Surely this was the case, yet if it were not, all would need correcting.

Liute would need to discover this. He looked down at his burning skin, and knew that this would be the first which would need correcting. And so, the newborn god went to work in crafting himself, to be among the others below, to ask them of the world and know it.
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[color=#DAA520]☉[/color] A new god is born.
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