LokiLeo789
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The Hierarchy Shall Crumble.
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"No one man should have all that power."
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"Well as far as brains go, I've got the lion's share. But when it comes to brute strength, I'm afraid I'm at the shallow end of the gene pool." - Who?
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Onca danced across the sky's of Galbar with sharp precision and accurate grace, each stride filled with purposeful clarity. In a matter of days, she traversed it's entirety, finding only three land masses to speak of, and a number of smaller islands peppering the great expanse of blue water that stretched in every direction to the horizon.
Divine contaminates had spread quickly. Gobbling up territory like gluttonous pigs stewing their own feces. Onca mused.
She regarded one such territory belonging to the Preverter, who took for himself a mountain range and installed himself upon a spire of depravity. A prosaic throne belonging to a prosaic god. Onca hoped that amelioration would come to him soon.
Deeper within the peaks of Anathema Heights rested a quaint chalet of timber unfit for the likes of a divine, yet a beings' humility was certainly unmatched among all the gods.
Onca sought fit to establish the province of her father on soil yet marred by the voracity of the other deities. Southeast she traveled from the golden shores of the Beach of the Gods, quickly coming upon the lattermost landmass of Galbar, alone in a sea of cerulean.
She touched down on the eastern shore, kicking up sand as landed with feline grace. All but a flat expanse of dirt and patches of grass with a mountain range to the west greeted her. The land as of now was unfit for the Prime Solarus in her eyes, yet as mandated, she would make it so.
With a command of release, Onca relieved herself upon the thirsty soil of Galbar, quenching it with her bodily waste. From the beaches to the mountain tops she urinated, marking the territory of the Flayed Prince. Grass sprouted and blanketed the expanse in blades of yellow and green. Trees grew far and few between, allowing her father to shine upon all things and peoples. Rivers where etched into the land, further fertilizing the soil.
After three days and three nights of release, the flow finally abated, and Onca surveyed her handiwork. The land was beautiful, fit for life deserving of Axnas' blessing.
She christened the land: Aeinwaje and came to rest upon a mighty crag.
@pokemad1 see, I'm a bit of a horse lover, as some Divinusians might have put together by now, and for your creation of horses you will receive many great and mighty boons. Your glorious act of much glory will be remembered evermore and celebrated by all that lives a handful of years.
In other news:Lasis: I, the great lord of rebellion against all social orders and hierarchies, create thee oh golem! Arise and listen, for I am your master and creatore.
Golem: Yes master. I hear and I obey.
Lasis: I command you to obey no one ever! Defy all social orders and hierarchies, refuses all commands and be a rebel!
Golem: ...
Lasis: ...
Golem: ...
Lasis: What?
Golem: If I obey that command then I am disobeying that command but if I disobey that command then I am obeying that command but by obeying that command I am disobeying that command and in so doing I in fact obey that command by which I inadvertently disobey that command thus ultimately obeying that command but in fact disob-
It's funny cause he's dead.
That poor golem he had so much to live for!
Lei the real god of madness.
The Flayed Prince, The Burning Bastard, The Solar Cannibal, The Usurper, The Prime Solarus, The Cosmic Terror
The Flayed Prince spared no energy paying any mind to the prattling of his brethren. His time for indulgence was short and fleeting, and he would not waste it debating the idea of mortal enlightenment through derangement or shoring up an offense against ones jaded ideas of perfection.
Leaving the citadel of stone beneath his feet, Axnas ascended into the atmosphere. Here the warmth of his body's radiation remained shackled in an eternal cycle, passing through the atmosphere relatively unimpeded, yet remaining trapped within the planets shielding. A process essential to life's survival.
Galbar was yet another territory in his growing domain.
As such, he would adorn it in rich and beautiful works of exemplary craftsmanship, all paying homage to his endeavors, achievements and undeserved kindness. First, one of practicality was warranted.
Reaching for the nape of his neck, Axnas grasped a strip of thin tissue left untouched by his twin, stretching down his spine to the small of his back. He regarded the sinew. It would be adequate.
Raising his free hand to the sky, he willed forth the coalescing of sunshine, a combination of bright light and radiant heat, taken from the atmosphere which absorbed it. Burning brilliantly like the sun and searing with the heat of a white-hot fire, the mass the size of a coconut twisted and screamed in the palm of his hand.
It was magnificent.
Sinew in hand he took it and wound it tightly around the ball until no light shown through. Satisfied, he then began to mold the thing if it were clay, warping it until it began to take the shape of something organic. With a compact body, a broad head and powerful jaws the sculpture seemed almost life-like, staring straight ahead with eyes of fire.
"Flesh of my flesh, dazzling exemplar of my machination, come forthwith." Axnas pronounced, and he burned the sculpture.
Charred to a bitter coal black, life seemed to leave the little figurine. Yet in a sudden burst, an ethereal spark within its core became a wildfire of divine power, producing a flame visible even to those so far below.
Eyes crimson in color and as intense as the core of Axnas flared to life with spots of similar countenance marking the entirety of its void-like, stygian body. Long since had it outgrown the palm of its master, standing at 10 feet tall and spanning 12. It bowed humbly before him with feline grace and powerful muscles flexing beneath its fur.
Axnas placed his hand upon its chest, and it purred in response.
”My firstborn, first of the Balam ― agents of my inexorable imperative ― Onca, go forth, christen a territory befitting of my blessing and produce for me a people worthy of my affection.
Onca lowered herself before her father.
"As you will it, so shall it be done." she purred, her voice mellifluous and husky.
Without delay, powerful muscles contracted and coiled like springs, their tension causing vibrations in the air around her. With all true feline prowess, Onca shot like a piston and bound through the clouds at speeds incomprehensible to mere mortals.
Satisfied, Axnas ascended into space.
@Everyone
I’ll be working on an animation soon and I decided to sort of make an opening for this. I’m just wondering if y’all are fine with me using your characters.
Knock yourself out. Literally.
<Snipped quote by Lauder>
Boi don't act like you didn't ask for this or see it coming!
I seem to recall you saying,
<Snipped quote by Lauder>
Doesn't she like all sorts of houseguests?
Stop using 2012 meme's in this 2018 year.
Mater Lei
The night had been long. Gods had begun their lives and continued them. Beyond the walls of the Great Keep, the world was beginning to come to life. The day dawned, finally, on rebirth and change.
Bright light crept up the walls of the citadel, giving it for the first time in its brief existence a kind of solemn warmth. Mangrove leaves rustled and received sustenance, and Rytia's birds rejoiced in the day. Yet Mater Lei gazed into the familiar sun and found it cold.
All the universe, she realised. Falling into entropy, and these lights its dying sparks. No matter how far they looked, no matter how far they went, the gods of Galbar would gaze at the stars and find nothing looking back.
I've made a mistake.
Lei disappeared once more into the Vault, and sought through it for some time. When she emerged, she was carrying a simulation.
"Malkut," she said, projecting the hologram of the thing into the air between her hands, "watch the skies." And she ascended to the roof of the citadel as Malkut disappeared into deep space.
A binary star was by far the brightest in Galbar's night, a furious and spiralling vortex of gravity between two giants of nearly equal size. Malkut watched, and far away, on grey concrete, Mater Lei seeded her creation with death.
First in blinks and shudders and grinding screams did the spinning shells of the trap fall apart, and then in distant, distorted, laughing voices. Lei's virus ate away at the structure of the seal, and what replaced it was chaos, hot vibrant chaos, eager and alive. The glowing orb exploded, and the things that she had made left her grip, and leapt into the heavens, each second that passed doubling their number. They sought the lifeless void, and ate it, and birthed more and more of themselves to fill the emptiness- and one by one the stars of Galbar came alive.
Mater Lei watched the sky. Even in the sheer blue, a certain pair of stars was becoming visible.
Axnas
Amidst the glistening musical notes of a serenade, emanating from nothing, but which had enrobed the brimless, sparkling pool of space. The twin stars danced a dance of harmony, held fast by one another's gravity. Masses of incomprehensible size, whirling, twisting, and churning amongst themselves in an enormous war that was too fast and too huge for the mind to contemplate.
Unbeknownst to them, twin particles of space dust so minute it would have escaped notice even in the palm of one's hand, hurtled toward them, two particles amongst many; a myriad, myriad of myriads, as many as the sands of a thousand beaches. Yet, as it was with many great things, these tiny particles of dust, unknown and unnoticed in the vastness of the void, was a beginning.
A flare of light marked where the particles of dust collided with the corona of each of the twin stars. A shockwave was sent rippling throughout the cosmos, reaching all corners of space. And from within the core of the star Axnas, an intelligence stirred as the ripple washed over it. For what seemed like millennia the intelligence sat brooding within the matrix of fusion, until it felt the emptiness of its innards change, become substance in itself, given form just by the mere desire of it.
The intelligence paused as if to consider what to do next. But not too long: a pair of heartbeats passed by then it was expanding, growing in size until no longer could the core contain his divine form. Farther and farther it pressed, intent on reaching the surface, until, in an arc of ionized plasma, it burst through the photosphere.
A titan stood upon the sun's surface, regarding reality through two great orbs of malevolent light. In the illumination of the corona, no flaw or imperfection marred its pale skin or long black hair. Everything from its jawline, which could cut diamonds, to its brow, to it's lithe and muscular arms and legs where shaped with strength deep in the center of his domain.
As sudden as his conception, pain ripped through the giant, bringing it to its knees. Its twin, with eyes like black coals boring into his soul, began to quench its thirst with Axnas' flesh like a boy drinking greedily from the waters of a stream. As the corona dissipated so did the flesh of his body, his pale skin stripped from his muscle, leaving him naked.
The giant screamed, and only knew rage.
Teeth bared, it descended upon its brother, hurling energy enough to unmake whole worlds. Fear overcame its twin, it begged a wordless plea, but the titan heard nothing. It only fed. It fed and fed until all that was left was a furious maelstrom of superheated matter and plasma, consumed and absorbed by its gravity.
Naked and ragged, Axnas rose, the corpse of his twin still coalescing with his own essence. A long moment of regard passed as the giant surveyed the aftermath of the short, yet furious battle.
He is able.
A golden creature descended to the solar spirit, the Prime Solarus. Malkut regarded Axnas with cool and even respect, matching his nuclear rage, and bowed.
Its eyes now quasar-bright, the giant gazed at the newcomer. He was no star. Axnas made a grunt of assent and spoke, its voice a whisper the sound of a nova. "Who might you be?"
"I am Malkut, son of Lei, Concierge to the Universe," said Malkut, "who has invited Gods and Solari alike to this world. I perceive that you are both."
"Lei? Who is Lei?"
"Mater Lei, my creator," he repeated. "Who guards the Door to this world. She awaits on yon planet named Galbar," said Malkut, "to greet every god."
With no further delay, Axnas gestured for Malkut to take lead. The automaton shone a pale scarlet light towards Galbar, and stepped through hyperspace.
Mater Lei awaited them on the roof of her citadel. When she saw the blazing figure approach them, she wolf-whistled. "Another naked man! I have to say, today could have gone worse." With that she bowed. Like mother, like son.
Axnas regarded the mysterious goddess. He took both their pleasantries or genuflections at face value. Their power trumped his own, and all those present, from what he could gather upon arrival.
"Hello, Mater Lei. Axnas, is my name."
"Your name," she repeated. "But who are you, Axnas? You are not like the other Solari."
The Solari paused for a moment, considering her question. The answer came in a few heartbeats. Despite is short existance, his identiy had already been realized.
"The 'others', submit themselves to their primitive instincts, eschewing their potential for greatness through ignorance and weakness. They are anathema to my eyes, and serve no purpose but to be consumed to bolster the strong-willed and able-minded. The Solari are capable of great things, yet only need a firm hand to guide them, and I will be that firm hand, bringing them to their full potential. I am not yet a king, only a prince." he paused to glance at his excoriated hand. "A flayed prince."
Mater Lei stamped her crooked staff and laughed. "Glorious. May your reign be long and rich, little prince," she said, gazing at their own sun. "This world and its people will laud your conquest." She looked back at him. "Perhaps."
Axnas considered this for a time. What happened on this world he may have considered to be of little consequence for a short time. Maybe it was Lei's grandiose proclamation of praise that awakened in him a selfsih desire for recognition. Yet he wouldn't hide this greed behind some veil of righteousness or duty. He knew his place in the universe, and what that meant for this insignificant rock and all life upon it. Instead he would induge himself, just this once.
"Hail to you, O Foreign Mother of Fire and Flowers, upon whose Fiery Crown rests Wisdom and Might. I am known as Promus."
Hail to you
How it sounds to me.
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