"RRRRGGGHHHAAAAA....DEEEAAATTTHHH?! WHERE ARE YOU?!"
The small town he saw having a festival not to far in the distance infuriated Goehearth beyond his own comprehension. The humans would simply think it was the wind when they heard his roar of rage, but any supernatural entity would know better he knew. If Death was nearby, than he was either running or hiding, but Goehearth was not going to bet on it. During the many times he played Death at chess, Death had drawn him in with unusual tactics. The game began. The new Vile were anxious and fidgety, looking at their new bodies and putting cuts in the road. "My improved warriors. Go into the town undetected and find Death. He would look human, but out of place most likely. Then report back to me. And control yourselves when dealing with humans. You have yet to fully expereince your bodies." The three Vile turned to their god and stood tall, but still smaller than their boss's true form. "Yess bosss. We won't disssapoint you!" the lead one said and the three were off.
I'm on your tail death, then we can figure this out, the old fashioned way...
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The driver simply looked confused. "Boss? Why so sudden a trip?" Goehearth's eyes blazed. "Just do it, blood bag!" The driver had never seen him this infuriated before. He scrambled for the wheel and drove as fast as possible without drawing suspicion. He got to the air strip quickly, and a plane waited on Goehearth. He ran towards it and told them to head to Olympia, Oregon.
Within a couple of hours he was coming the streets of a small town outside city limits. His car drove by a gas station, and then "STOP!!! Here." He ran out of the car and examined the area.
Death had been here.
Goehearth turned to his guards. He couldn't expect them to be able to assist, let alone keep up with him if he went into his true form. He motioned for them to come to him. "You three, how would you feel if I took away your humanity?" The guards exchanged terrified glances, when the more experienced one said "How do you plan to do that boss? and what for?". Goehearth cackled, scaring the inhabitants of the gas station. "Why, replace your body with that of a Vile, and so you can assist me in a hunt." The younger of the guards looked like he was going to wet himself. But the other two simply went straight faced and stood proudly. "We are already you current servants, my Lord"
"Perfect" he said with insane glee.
Pain was all they felt. Pain was the only thing worth enduring, anything for their god. Chaos is their lord and they are grateful for his dark gift.
When the rose, the three guards were lizard-like bird men, with horns and a toothed beak. They suits were tattered due to their transformation. Their eyes were a pestilent green, like emerald orbs glowing in the darkness. Goehearth laughed manically. His form blazed and shifted, and he revealed his true form. He walked from the flames as a beast, but one of beautiful entropy than vicious horror. He laughed in a deep hissing voice. "Well Death, I hope you have had your fun, but we need to have a talk!" and took Vale Splitter and destroyed the gas station, and made sure his driver was still sane. His driver was simply horrified, but other wise unharmed in the vehicle. "Wait near the safe house in Olympia." and he and his new Vile started of into the dusk.
"Hey Dave?" "What is it Jack?" "Why do we always get the sucky job of guarding the weapons exhibit?" "No damn clu-" *crack* "Dave?" *phew*
As the body of the guard hit the floor, the killers came out. Two men in black suits came into the exhibit and flanked the entrance. Then He entered. Goehearth, as a large brutish mob boss, came in with a evil, satisfied look on his face. He looked to his guards. "Great job boys! You'll get first pick of one weapon from this exhibit for a friend of mine to fix up. Then call the others in to drag out the bodies and clean up." The guards went into a frenzy, their faces glowing with greed. "Thanks Boss! One question tho". Goehearth turned a step from the mace's case. "Yes my loyal human guard?" The guard then gulped. "I know you got your memories and powers of a god back and all, so why use us to get your mace?" Goehearth simply cackled. "Because I don't want my presence known just yet. I'm bringing in old friends and would like to find my siblings and children first." "Oh, that makes sense." and the guard started his looting. Goehearth then turned to Vale Splitter, his eyes glowing in anticipation. His broke the glass and picked it up with his right hand. Immediatly, it molded to it's former splendor. Metal flakes formed in mid air and reshaped the weapon, while the rust and corrosion fell off like a liquid. When it finally finished, a red glow came from the facets and it's transformation complete. Goehearth shivered and sighed in relief, knowing the magic he once knew came back to his hands. He decided he needed a 'reaffirmation' of it's power. He looked and saw his guards eyeing decent weapons, both actually having some magic to them. He then saw a museum guard at the entrance. "Boys, it looks like we have a guest...bring him in so I can welcome him." The guards immediately made for the security officer, who they roughed up and dragged to their boss. The employee cowered in the shadow of Goehearth, and he smiled wickedly. "Do you know who I am? and I mean really know?" The man made a squeak then cleared his throat. "You're William the Troll, the crime boss known for his brutal victims." Goehearth laughed heartily. The guards laughed too. "That is my current persona, but sadly no, you are incorrect. Tell, what do you know of the oldest known gods?" The man seemed confused. "Why only what I hear from the big-wigs. And all that is nothing but theories. Why?" Goehearth leaned forward "Because we exist and you humans forgot" and he uppercut the man with the mace causing him to explode. He looked at his guards and said "Bring in clean up and finish and leave in one hour. Leave no evidence." and with that left the museum
Name: Goehearth (pre-spirit prank name was William)
Also known as: The God of Anarchy, creator of the Vile, Entropy
Age: "How the hell should I know? My memory is like a bunch of concerts going on at once."
God Aspect: Entropy and ending
Personality: Tinkering, destructive, cruel, and comedic. Sometimes a little more caring when it comes to certain topics and serious at good moments.
Parents: Sun and Moon
Sexuality: Male
Form on Earth: A pale, black haired, red eyed 6 ft tall mob boss with a 5 o'clock shadow.
True Form: A large horned beast with a horn beard, red and black reptilian eyes, and a rough gray hide. His teeth are stained yellow and green, and his tongue is long and forked. His hands are clawed and bony. His legs are double kneed with three toes with claws. He has a long slender tail, ending in a forked spike. Many spines cover his back and he wears crude yet strong armor with evil designs and stained with blood and rust.
Powers: Cause Hell Goehearth causes natural disasters with increased mortality to come into existence, letting go on it's own. Friend of War Goehearth causes mortal entities to go into a frenzy, attacking everything but him. The Vile shadow Goehearth turns into a shadowy mist, seeping into the minds of others and fight for control over their minds, then destroying it, turning them to either a instinctual being or a vegetable.
Weapon: Vale Spliter A mace made as a gift from his father, which could cause rifts in the divide between the realms, which was to his liking. When it hit something solid, it shook it as if a earthquake happened inside the object. The mace was cruelly designed and is the only belonging of Goehearth's that is not decrepit looking. Currently, it's in a muesum, and looks as if it has been rusted.
History: Goehearth was one of the elder children of the Sun and the Moon. He grew at an accelerated rate, and he quickly made freinds with the darker gods and entities of the time. Death and him had some pleasant conversations actually, but normally over a game of Chess that Death found interesting, and only Goehearth was interested in playing. Being the god of Anarchy and chaos was not always uncivilized. When in front of his parents or death, he controlled his urges of destruction. Goehearth viewed humans as major players in the universe, but also as entertainment for their more evil acts through time. His only two offspring, Jerico and Nemeria were Demigods, and he made sure they survived. As guardians for his children and his worshipers, he made a species of beasts from the bones of a hell drake called the Vile. The Vile became his warriors whenever he battled with his siblings or decided to destroy a civilization. He got rid of Atlantis with them when Atlantis started worshiping a demon. He spent much time in his part of the underworld he won from Death in a game of chess. There, demons flocked and became his citizens, which Death advised against. When Death decided to punish the gods, Goehearth was right in front of him, outraged with death cheating him into giving him back the part of the underworld that he won. And then it all went black.
History: Goehearth awoke in the middle of a burning city. It was no normal city, mind you, but rather Troy. His body had turned to his human self, but he could only be seen different by his eyes. They were a bloodshot red in the iris. He watched the battle, and even got stabbed by a Greek warrior. He simply picked the warrior of the ground and crushed his air way. After this, he was outraged at death, yelling in anger enough to shake mountains. He went on to a life he did not call his own. He wandered, destroying villages in his wake, and battling his siblings. He found a way to cope however. As time went on, the humans of evil needed guidance to balance the good, so he made his life committed to crime and the occult. He made cults worshiping him and thieves guild, but as his memories and powers faded, he simply became the most feared crime bosses and occult leaders. He destroyed many and became rich and infamous. This changed when the spirit messed with Death's spell. Goehearth, at the time William, was getting ready to judge someone who stole his money and shot his favorite hitman when the memories and powers returned. He had a bit of a seizure, and his guards panicked for a moment, but when he got back up and looked at the person whimpering in front of him, he walked up and collapsed the guy's skull. His guards stood in shock, and they saw their boss turn around with an evil look in his eye. "Entropy has returned Death, and he wants anwsers." was what he said.
Motive: With his powers and memories back, he wishes to find Death, give him a slug to the face, and then have a nice conversation. Also, now that he has his mace, he can start looking for his children too. He also seemed to just recently remember his big sister, Hiraga. "Always fight with that one, but I honestly thought she would like me!"
Optional Content Opinions: "Most of the other gods are dicks, but I am as well, but I didn't overly mistreat humanity. Demigods are good entertainment, unless they're my children, then I wish to find them and fix our predicament. Death is going to have a nice shina' when I reach him."
Appearance: Black haired, 6 ft, clean shaven, purple eyed, white. He normally wears a leather jacket and jeans, with a red under shirt.
Name: Jerico Anarchy
Gender: Male
Age: looks 27, but really 1264
Parent: Goehearth
Powers: (Demigods only get two powers) Vile friend Jerico can summon the creation known as the Vile, and many of them, but only in the shade. Feral Chaos Jerico turns into a very mad and evil black dragon, spewing acid at his foes and having a destructive tantrum.
Backstory: Jerico was born to his father and his human mother who lived in the underworld thanks to Goehearth taking her through a rift to his small demon city. He trained with the Vile and demons at his father's disposal, learning much from both of his parents. He, his mother, and his sister took regular trips to the mortal plane that Goehearth helped to do. During these trips, he visited the cities that were not under the control of the other gods but worshiped all the gods. The cities treated them well, for they knew what would happen if they didn't or because they respected them. He and his sister always had a great time during this, and even participated in events. When their mother died and couldn't leave the underworld for her soul couldn't leave, these trips were less happy. Their father tried to make this better, but failed. During one such trip to a city in Greece named Sparta, they got separated. This was also when the god of Death closed the gate to heaven. He wandered the world for a time as a mercenary, but lost his memories and abilities, but retaining the longer life existence he inherited due to his father being a god. He became feared and forgotten, starting myths and legends, becoming essentially the boogie man. Then, while at a bar in D.C., he fainted mid-bar fight, but when he awoke, his memories returned, and with that his strengths. He fled the bar, with not a single person knowing where he went. But that doesn't mean something didn't see where he went...
Motive: "I need to figure out what happened. Maybe if I could find my Dad or one of my aunts and uncles I'll find out. Then find my sister so we can find dad." Optional Content Opinions: "The gods are nessesary, but their treatment of Grandma and Grandpa's creation is horrible. Enough to send me into a rage. My Father may be slightly evil, but he gave humanity the respect it's due, even if he still treats them like toys. The only other demi-god I knew was my sister."
Appearance: Black hair with green ends in a ponytail, fair beauty, white, green eyed, painted blood-red short nails, a sleeveless back shirt, skinny jeans, and boots. she has a green earring shaped like a lizard with emerald for the eyes given to her as a birthday gift from both her parents.
Name: Nemeria De Roet
Gender: Female
Age: looks 25, but is 1260
Parent: Goehearth
Powers: (Demigods only get two powers) The Inherited shadow Nemeria inherited her fathers Vile Shadow, but instead of a black mist, a green one that rots organic materials. Decaying Touch Anything Nemeria touches, including metals, with increase in entropy and speed up degradation.
Backstory: Nemeria was born the youngest of the only 2 children of Goehearth. Although she was a fine warrior as she grew, her father wanted her to be more like a human female similar to our century. She, however, hated him for that, because all she wanted was to fight. She enjoyed the gifts her father gave her, normally increasing her power or defense in someway. The earring that she wears was made by her mother, but enchanted by her father as a way to show that they both loved her. The enchantment was being able to know where everybody in her family were if she was ever lost and create a rift to be able to get to them. It also gave her the ability to rift where ever she wanted twice every 36 hours. During trips with her mother and her brother to the mortal world, she regularly would find some way to prank her brother, or on the rare occasion her father accompanied them, him. When her mother died, she stopped this habit. During her visit Sparta, she was separated from her brother by some criminals, planning to mug her in an alley. However, they underestimated her and died slowly and painfully. This was when death closed the doors, and her earrings enchantment stopped working. She then thought about all the reasons why, but couldn't figure out why, so like an arrogant teenager, she blamed her father. Afterwards, she went through the process everybody else went through, but during this became some of the most feared women in history, even the more fictional ones. When hollow decided to wake her up, she was a torturer for the Italian mafia in New Jersey. In mid-torture of one of her victims, she fainted. When she woke, 2 of the guards stood over her, trying to wake her up. With her memories and abilities returned, she grabbed one guard by the throat, stood up while holding it, and he decayed to bones in her hand. The victim started screaming and the other guard simply left the room as she took her anger out on the helpless victim.
Motive: "Stay away from dad, find my big brother to see if he's okay. If dad finds me and captures me, then fuck it."
Optional Content Opinions: "The gods are heartless and idiotic. Dad and death are okay, but dad is an asshole. other demigods can die and go to hell."