Prologue in Heaven
It was mostly ruins that remained…
How much time had passed…
She stood alone in the abandoned halls of the celestial palace, with its immense empty corridors and forgotten chambers once illuminated by wondrous beauty and majesty, but now drowning in such a haunting song - a sorrowful silence that suffused the fractured stone and tarnished furnishings. It was all that persisted of a divine dynasty that had been desecrated by insidious demons from within, and yet she endured… lingering like a lost memory as she wandered onwards further and further.
The fathomless void awaited her outside, beckoning her to embrace oblivion. An ending to her inner turmoil. However, Anath Homura found herself stepping back from despair and seeking a new hope - seeking a new home for herself and her family. She had faintly seen that there were other realms beyond the most distant threads of the tapestry and beyond the endless sea of shadows, akin to those immaterial planes that had faded from existence and were alien to her senses. It was within the unknown depths and darkness ever-endless, wherein she may perhaps discover other deities that similarly desired a true home for themselves.
Then her diminutive form began to drift aimlessly along the nothingness in all directions until she came to a halt. She would sow the first seed for a nascent world to be born; summoning earth for the lands, water for the seas, wind for the skies, and fire for the life that would blossom - the four elements proceeded to merge into a single shape that would be the foundation of further creation. The world that was her conjured canvas stayed blank, waiting in a state of emptiness for the hands of the artists that would come in due time. She knew she must call to them now:
The heavenly voice of the red goddess echoed across the infinite void, resonating with otherworldly power and divine absolution. “I am Anath Homura! Come forth to me, and become the cosmic cultivators and architects of a new realm! Join my pantheon, and become Divine! Shape the sturdy land, shift the singing sea, sculpt the soaring sky, rewrite reality in accordance with your visions!”
Her proclamation thundered throughout the tapestry, reverberating with revelations, and stirring forth from their slumber the myriad of stars and spirits that wove time and space together, so the awakened once more began to spread beauty and wonder with their radiant song and graceful dance in the vast darkness. Louder and louder, the celestial children of the cosmos greeted the desolation with their laughter and eager anticipation for the arrival of those that would truly weave the world into being. The new era of the Divine was beginning with a lively and luminous festival.
The barren orb to be a new world that she had created still silently hung in the center of the celebration, like an immense heart that had yet to begin beating with the hum of life. It would be the source of so much more; clever civilizations and widespread wilderness, creatures of all shapes and sizes, a melding of simmering imagination manifesting such wondrous sights that would inspire those that would be witness to it all. At the moment, there was only a single large featureless continent surrounded by numerous islands that contrasted with the seas, and little else to be seen that decorated the planet. Anath Homura hummed to herself, content with what was happening and what would happen.
Existence swirled with revelry as it revealed itself to the unknown, and allowed outsiders to enter through whatever means they chose. The newcomers were free to claim their mantles as deities among the burgeoning pantheon - to become the gods and goddesses of this world…
Anath Homura is alone in the ruins of a once divine palace. She leaves it behind and creates a new world before inviting outsiders to come and become a new pantheon.
All among the Divine receive 5 MP & 5 AP to create and do with what they will!