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Orvus was singular in his thoughts, the pull towards his sphere far to intense for any other minor inconvenience to distract him. But space was fraught with peril, and Orvus had the uncanny ability to find himself at the threshold of peril. By chance, or curiosity, Orvus turned his head around to gaze upon his passenger, Seihdhara. She was fast asleep, the red hair still attaching her to him, much like a towing service. To this, he was not angry or even slightly annoyed, for why care about such a small thing. It was the least he could do, after she had let him feel. However, something else caught his attention in the depths behind them.

A crystal, fast approaching, and as large as his asteroid. It was coming right for them, so the God stopped in his path and turned around fully. He did not really want to be hit by it, for it would surely carry him towards Galbar, and that was one place he did not want to go yet. His sister proved to be a problem however. Orvus was tempted to leave her there, but a part of him did not want to be so cruel to the one who had showed him pain. As such, he grabbed hold of her arms and pulled her closer to himself. His touch would not wake her, for her slumber was deserved.

He cocked his head, his eyes devoid of any expression as he spoke to her.

Fare… Thee… Well. Sister… he whispered the goodbye, before letting go of Seihdhara, to where they faced each other. He gave a tug on her fiery string, and it let go of him. Then Orvus, using his strength, shoved her away from him. The momentum would carry both him and Seihdhara out of the way of the crystal, and as he watched her grow distant, the crystal came roaring by, carrying Narzhak. The crystal’s momentum further flung them apart, and when it was finally over, Orvus searched for her, but found nothing. He turned away, and began his final approach to his sphere.




He knew not how long it had been, but suddenly a great light shown out in the darkness, bathing the Galbar in warmth and illuminating the darkness of space. He looked towards the source of such a power, and saw Heliopolis in the distance. He knew his brother’s name immediately, and it was Aelius, for he had created the sun. His eyes expressed disapproval, for there had been nothing wrong with the dark. It had always felt more like a home to him then this… light. But in the end, it mattered not to Orvus how bright it would be. What he would create, there would be no place for warmth, or for the prying eyes of light.

Suddenly, a far brighter flash of light brokered his attention towards Galbar, and it took him a moment to fully realize what he was witnessing. It was his asteroid, and it had finally completed it’s labor. So Orvus paused in his pursuit, and watched the destruction he and his sister had born. He took note of the meteors damage, how it blotted the sky with dust, how it had broken the clouds away from the epicenter. A pang of pride shot throughout him, before dispersing. He knew right away he would have to visit the place of the impact, but not now. One day.

Satisfied once more, he continued on his journey.

As he traveled, Orvus was blissfully unaware of the happenings upon Galbar, or the feud between his celestial siblings and Melantha’s strike upon Heliopolis. He knew not the life within his Eye of Desolation, or the metal he had willed into existence. Nor would he have cared for such developments. None of truly mattered, for he had at last found his sphere in the emptiness of space.

But Orvus was a beacon for calamity, and not long after arriving, did he bear witness to the Lustrous Garden exploding. Such an explosion riveted Orvus to the spot he floated in. He cocked his head and watched as the debris field grew and grew, racing forever outwards. It had been Asceal’s sphere, but Orvus did not know why it had exploded. He felt something amiss, some soft connection to the tragedy, but he did not understand how, or why.

Instead, he pushed it from his mind as his curiosity for the debris took focus. A small sliver raced past him, but at the last second Orvus caught it. He held the small sliver in his hands, the glow faint, like a perpetually dying heart. For some odd reason, he felt sad. It was such a small sliver, lost to the void of space. Forever alone. Perhaps it was the fact Asceal had imprinted upon him her light, or some other odd, unknowable feeling.

It would be alone if left to drift, he knew, as a stark reminder of what could have been. Yet that didn’t mean it couldn’t have purpose. With the sliver in hand, he looked at Galbar, far closer now then he had ever been. The sliver of crystal was wasted here in his sphere, it truly did not belong, but Galbar beckoned.

Orvus then threw the crystal at the planet, where it would end up, he did not know. Nor did he care, but something told him it would find purpose there. And as he watched it go, with it went his sadness. A cold clarity took over, one of purpose beyond anything he had ever felt.

He turned back to his desolate sphere, it was time to create the moon.




He had to show them, his siblings, that he could create. His purpose would not be defined but what he was, but by what he was capable of doing. Orvus would show them how much better he truly was, of how insignificant their own creations would be compared to his own. This he knew, without a doubt, to be true. It had to be. Why else would he exist? The questions that haunted him since the moment of his arrival would be answered. His deliverance would be finally secured. All he had to do, was create the greatest of all spheres. A task, he was prepared for.

Slowly Orvus struck out his hand at the emptiness before him. He did not hesitate in the slightest, so sure he was of his purpose, and thus began to will into existence Veradax. His sphere. His dominion of control. A place where he could know peace once more. It was a perfect name.

Veradax came with his beckoning, slowly but surely from the nothingness of space. Molecule by molecule, pebble to stone, packing together to form density and weight. Crushing everything together to form a fledgling core under the immense pressure.

Orvus could feel the labor beginning to take its toll upon his strength but he did not falter in his work. Veradax would be completed, it would grow to be mighty. With renewed vigor, Orvus sent forth more of his power, and the young moon began to grow in size. It would be larger than anything thus forth in creation besides Galbar itself. Larger than even the Lustrous Garden had been, greater than even Heliopolis. Or so he would believe.

Yet, Orvus began to grow weary still, his arm growing heavy, but still he pushed on with fanatical obsession. The moon began to take upon an assortment of greys in color, from light to dark and still yet black. But Orvus realized the black that covered parts of his sphere were clouds, etched with scarlet lightning. This lightning pulsed, like a heartbeat. It was almost as if Veradax was alive. Yes, Orvus realized, alive. A living moon, his… child.

The god began to feel his life force wane, and this deeply troubled him Orvus. He was torn by a choice. Veradax was so close to completion, he could sense it. Yet he also knew such completion would be his death. So Orvus hesitated, and in that brief moment his hand fell, the connection broke. His eyes went wide with worry, but as he gazed upon Veradax, nothing happened. Any who looked up in that moment would have seen the full glory and splendor of the new moon. So he relaxed with ease, he had done it. He felt...He felt… relieved, almost jo-

A giant crack ripped through the Eastern Hemisphere of Veradax, splintering into thousands of smaller, more grotesque fractures. His relief washed away in an instant, and Orvus watched with horror as more and more rifts appeared upon the surface. He realized then, that his child was ripping itself apart. Without thinking, he raced towards the moon, wanting nothing more then to fix what was happening. To make it whole again.

As he drew closer, the crust began to break, revealing the dim glow of the core. Like fiery veins but on a magnitude far greater than anything seen before in the fledgling universe. Then the moon began to scream a sickening sound of pain and anguish, like boulders grinding on another without end, as more and more of the half split.

Orvus was so close, so very close but in the end, it would never have been enough. The moon went silent, then the half that was broken, shattered into millions of pieces. There was a bright light, not as intense as the Lustrous Garden’s explosion, but at the same time, such a cataclysm was far closer to Galbar. Orvus was caught in the blast as his child died before him. An inescapable torrent of flame bathed him in the fire of death for several moments, only for the god to collide with the debris field as it rocketed outwards, going in every direction. All celestial spheres would have a taste of the moon and its properties, chief among these spheres was Galbar.

The skies would rain for weeks with moon fall, most would burn up in the atmosphere, but the larger chunks would make landfall and for time immemorial, the cycle would continue. For the Sphere of Desolation had been created at last, and would exist until it was no longer needed.

The God of Desolation gave up as the fire died. Orvus shut his eyes as he let himself be swallowed up by his greatest failure. He was hit, crushed, and smacked aside more times then he could fathom. But at long last, one rock claimed him for its own and they took a journey together. Its destination was Galbar, along with a thousand Lunar Meteors, streaming down like fiery tears. His bit of the moon had him prisoner, he was pinned against the flat side as it plummeted towards Galbar. Just like him however, the piece of moon was unstable, and so broke apart in the atmosphere. Unable to do anything about his current predicament, Orvus fell further, letting the freefall carry him where it pleased. For he felt nothing and yet everything all at once, and he was haunted by the memory so fresh in his mind, of the moon’s explosion. He was crippled by inaction, and he hated himself because of it.

He plunged through the Blue, Azura’s sphere, bringing destruction and sorrow in his wake. His body obliterated a floating island as if it were nothing, sending rocks scattering about. Also with him was fire, and he unintentionally murdered countless creatures of the unique ecosystem that called the Blue home. They vaporized instantly, the only mercy they had was not having to feel the pain. Like a candle being blown out, all that remained of them was smoke in the wind. And then the haze of Galbar became clearer and Orvus broke through his sister’s sphere with a sound like thunder.

Orvus strained to open his eyes at the sound, but he was engulfed with fire and he was tired. So very tired. As he spun about, he could see what waited for him below- a deeper blue. The ocean. That wasn’t so bad, he thought weakly, but it would still hurt.




His impact was deafening, and forced the very water away from him, before it consumed his flaming body with a great hiss. The ocean then settled itself, and like before, it was as if nothing had ever happened. No great tsunamis would wrack the globe this time around, just the eb and flow of water as the sky rained fire.

As the calamity continued up above, Orvus sank like a lifeless statue. Watching the light of the day fade into inky blackness. The Desolate One could only think of his failure, and his thoughts devoured his will for action.

So he sank and when he finally hit the cold sea floor, Orvus shut his eyes. His lights faded one by one, and when he was indiscernible from the black water, sleep at last overtook him.

And his dreams would become nightmares.



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𝔖 𝔢 𝔦 𝔥 𝔡 𝔥 𝔞 𝔯 𝔞




Time: The Day the Gods Came


Orvus was alone once more. Such loneliness did not bother him however, it only reminded him of what he had lost. It was tranquil to float without care, to let his mind relax with what had been forced into his being.

It was but a sliver of the peace he had craved once, and without a care in the world, Orvus shut his eyes, and let the sensation of weightlessness wash over him.

With Urhu’s voice behind her, Seihdhara fell through the great tunnel torn into the old Ogre’s moon by Orvus as he descended. The living torc of hair around her wrist seemed to tighten as she descended, and all about her the tunnel grew hotter and tighter until she could descend no further. Frowning, she looked down and saw that the tunnel was swiftly collapsing below her. But if Orvus had managed to force his way through (well, he was savagely stomped through, but force was used) she reasoned that there was nothing stopping her from doing the same. Clenching her fists and tensing her body, she slammed the tunnel’s walls lightly with her forearms and felt them reverberate in response. Using her feet to push herself upward where there was slightly more space for her to manoeuvre, she plunged downward head-first. The hair-torc had wrapped itself about her right fist like a molten glove and she punched downward with such force that the tunnel exploded wide open before her and she seemed to accelerate in her descent - the heat seemed only to inflame the hair further and quicken her, and even the dead strands on her head seemed to sigh with the echoes of a life that had suffused them not too long ago.

At last the goddess emerged on the moon’s far side, exploding from an already-formed crater and only adding to the deep scar that now marred the ugly old Ogre’s moon. It was only right that a one-eyed monstrosity such as the Ogre should have a moon with a gaping black maw like the one that sat gawking in the middle of his face! Now floating free in the endlessness of space, the fiery-haired goddess looked about for the one who had been faultlessly assaulted. Seeing nothing, she filled her lungs with… nothing, it was merely force of habit again, and called for him. ‘ORVYYYYYYY!’

Orvus heard something in the dark of space. A voice, and with it, his peace was shattered. His eyes snapped open, a small source of light. He looked about, curious and greatly annoyed to be disturbed so soon.

It didn’t take him long to find the culprit, his sister, Seihdhara. It only made sense to look in the direction of the moon. Where else would a voice come from? She was floating in his general direction, with speed no less and Orvus wondered why. For Seihdhara had spotted him and, bearing a great smile on her face, was speeding towards him with the residual power from her forceful descent through the moon.

Why would the Goddess of Martial Combat want anything to do with a being like him? Why had she flung herself down through the planet? Why had she called out his name?

So perplexed by this, Orvus said nothing but watched her. Her red hair, like a beacon in the dark sea of space. Bearing down on him at great speed, Seihdhara opened her arms wide and shouted a warning to Orvy before she slammed into him and wrapped her two great arms about him in just the kind of embrace Urhu had warned her against not moments before. ‘Gotcha Orvy!’ She cried with a slight giggle, ‘Are you ok? That was a long way down wasn’t it? That lumbering Cackler stepped on you! Are you hurt?’ Even as she spoke her hand felt his head and arms to see if he was whole and uninjured.

Orvus froze the moment she touched him, his body going completely rigged. His eyes went wide, expressing morbid horror. It was not the fact that another dared to touch him. No, it was far worse. He could not feel her. Seihdhara’s touch felt as empty as he. There was no warmth, no compassion, just a meaningless embrace. It was as if a ghost had grasped him.

He did not reply to her questions, instead, he touched her face slowly. The moment his fingers caressed her cheek (she shivered slightly at his touch), he knew the reverse to be true. Any physical contact he could make, and receive, would be devoid of affection, and it felt wrong. So wrong. Feeling that something was not quite right, Seihdhara frowned and tightened her grip about him. Looking into his shadowy face and eyes of blinding light, her eyes were full of questions. ‘Orvy. Tell me what’s wrong.’
More questions flooded into his mind like a monsoon. Panic gripped him, and he felt himself losing control. So he did the only thing he knew he could control. He shoved Seihdhara away from him. He did not, could not, be in her embrace any longer. Feeling that her touch discomforted him greatly, she let go as he pushed her away, but kept her eyes on him and raised her hands submissively. ‘Hey hey. Don’t worry, don’t panic. Just relax. Here, I won’t say anything.’ And she grew quiet and tried to allow what previous peace had existed to return.

His hands clenched into fists, the days confusion and repeated frustrations were beginning to take their toll upon Orvus. He turned away from Seihdhara, still without a word to be said. He needed to calm down, letting his rage overwhelm him again would be unsightly. He hated not being able to be in control of himself, but why was that? What did he have to lose when the rage surfaced? He hated them all, even her. His hands grasped the sides of his head, and he seemed to scream without a sound.

He shut his eyes, and let his thoughts play out before him. It was the helplessness of not being in control, of lashing out at everything that somehow made him fight to remain in control. It was such an odd circumstance. The one thing he felt most in this new existence, was to destroy. Not to create, but to destroy. So why was not being able to feel her so upsetting to him? Why? It only made sense the more he thought about it. She was of creation, he was not. Yet, what if he could feel? When the rage took over, he did not feel so empty.

And a dark thought crossed his mind.

Perhaps he could feel after all.

Orvus let his hands fall to his sides, they were trembling. His whole body began to tremble. His shadow began to coalesce just like before, his dim stars began to glow brighter.

Slowly he turned around to face Seihdhara, his sister. His eyes expressed a deep sadness, but he needed to feel. He had to try. Her eyes seemed to reflect his own, and she grew closer to him until there was little more than a handspan between them. And, in the language eyes only knew, she spoke.



He spoke for the second time in his existence between the closing space betwixt them.

”Forgive...me…” he whispered in a shaky voice. The two brief words full of remorse. She cocked her head at his words and shrugged.
‘There’s nothing to forgive Orvy. Go on, let go. I can take it.’

He let the rage take over, and Orvus exploded. Spewing forth from his body, shadow and light mixed together to form his desolation. It eroded, it shattered, it bent creation to it’s one true purpose in existence. To End. To become DUST!

As he radiated such destruction, he forcefully grabbed Seihdhara by either arm and pressed his fingers into her flesh. She groaned but was otherwise silent, her emerald eyes burning defiantly even as she resisted lashing out. He needed to feel. And the desolation fell all about her and engulfed her, and her skin seemed to wilt and her already dead hairs shrivelled and lost all colour. And they became a rusty brown which faded into yellowness, and then even that disappeared and her hair became whiter than snow. But the living strand around her right wrist seemed to glow ever the brighter and screamed out, and it unravelled and revolved about her in a glowing flame-red whirlwind. And Seihdhara’s eyes shone green and living, and she set her jaw and gripped Orvus’ arms tightly.

He cared not for what he was actually causing Seihdhara to go through. He just needed to feel something!

Anything!

But he didn’t…

And for the briefest of moments Orvus was utterly defeated, and his Aura died out, causing a short reprieve for Seihdhara. His eyes spoke only of longing.

But his thoughts quickly turned further to rage and his aura exploded once more. He let go, and slapped her away from him. Seihdhara did not entirely notice the scornful gesture, focused as she was on the burning, living fires welling up in her gut and flowering everywhere within her as though spurred on rather than hindered by Orvus’ vacant aura.

If HE. Could not FEEL. Then HE. Would make HER. FEEL!

From his hands came forth a rock, and he forced it to grow, no longer thinking of what he was actually doing. And the rock grew larger still, growing jagged and cruel. He held it above him as it grew, still larger. At last, when it rivaled that of a mountain in size, he hardened the rock, making it dense and metallic. Finally, he looked to Seihdhara for a brief moment, his eyes expressing a profound hatred, and with a scream that seemed to rip apart reality, he flung it at her with speed and force.

The single living strand of flaming hair spun and whirled about the now waxen-haired goddess, and her glowing green eyes and furrowed brows told that the goddess well those passions knew that spoke of combat and the striking of flesh on flesh and stone on stone and steel on steel. And she was well-aware that behind her was the old Ogre’s moon and that on it were her siblings. Were this asteroid to strike the moon then the damage done to them would be… fury surged through her and the strand of hair spun and turned about her ever the faster till it had become a blur and seemed like nothing but a shifting red orb around her. Making directly for the asteroid she placed her hands upon it and, with an immense feat of strength that gushed forth from a part of her that held endless fiery flames, she forcefully pulled and heaved and redirected the asteroid away from the moon. She watched it go, relieved that she had spared her siblings the hurt that could have befallen them were that terrible thing to land on their place of entrance into this world. So it took her a few long moments to realise, with horror, that the asteroid was now heading directly for Galbar! ‘N-no…’ she moaned, her face contorting in horror and worry. She made to go after it, but her mobility was restricted in the emptiness of space and there was little she could do to catch up with the accelerating mountainous mass. She turned on Orvus with a fury.

‘Idiot! I said that I can take it, why are you targeting others?’ Fists clenched and her face knotted in a scowl, she sped towards him and, before he could respond in any way, struck an almighty punch right to where his gut should have been were he not smoke and shadow. ‘I’m here, boyo!’ >

The second the Asteroid had left his grasp, Orvus’ temper had abandoned him and he watched as the mountainous rock flew at his sister, with little care to be had. He was more concerned with the fact that he had created. He looked at his hands, for they were no longer shaking and his eyes were wide with disbelief. He looked back at the Asteroid, which Seihdhara had redirected towards Galbar. His first creation, gone towards a greater purpose.

He turned back around when Seihdhara addressed him as an idiot, and still said nothing. In a flash she was before him, and with an almighty punch, she made him feel physical pain. A first for him, and he clutched himself, taken aback by the blow. He looked at Seihdhara with a triumphant expression. Not only had he made her feel something, he had done what he thought inconceivable. He had born into existence the first asteroid, and with it, came the feeling of pain.

For the third time in his existence he spoke.

”Thank… You…” He whispered. Her eyes softened immediately on hearing his faltering words and all anger left her. Tears glistened in her eyes and she looked at the asteroid heading for Galbar.
‘O… Orvy. I I can take it. You understand?’ She clenched a fist and raised it, the red torc around her fist glowing startlingly against the white dead hairs on her head. ‘Come to me when you need to… well, let go. It can be good - but you need to do it right, you know?’ She looked into his bright eyes, looking for a sign that he understood, that something had come of this.

Orvus listened to Seihdhara, saw how she clenched her first. She was still angry. Good, that meant she felt. But he also saw what he had done to her, her fiery hair now petrified white. He also felt regret. So he knew, what she asked of him would be difficult at best, for sometimes, it didn’t have to be done right. He would tell her what she wanted to hear. It was the least he could do.
He spoke softly again, his voice devoid of any emotion, ”I… I’ll… Try…” Seihdhara beamed, a small smile spreading across her lips. She opened her arms invitingly - this time she did not force the embrace upon him, but it was there for him to accept.

Orvus looked at her, with a dejected expression and at the open embrace that looked so warm. So inviting. It was not for him.

He turned away from her, and began to float away. She chuckled and let her arms drop and fiddled with her now white hair. The single living strand stroked at her nose and a pensiveness came about her. She would have to find a way to return her hair to life. And when it was back, Orvus would feel the warmth of her embrace.

Orvus watched the Asteroid as it went to meet its destiny, and he followed it. For his sphere called him, and the faintest bit of hope imaginable, Orvus knew what he had to create. To prove to them all, that he could be their equal. That he, could rise above them in every way. And as quickly as it came, the sliver of hope died just like that. For where Orvus went, Desolation would follow. Desolation, it seemed, and a stubbornly burning goddess. As Orvus made his slow way towards his sphere, Seihdhara floated after him. A single strand of burning hair extended between them, wrapped around Orvus’ ankle. The Crimson Goddess (crimson in spirit even if her hair had died) looked back towards the scarred but otherwise unharmed home of the Ogre, and she smiled. ‘Show some gratitude you ugly old Ogre!’ She cried, and her voice was followed by the sound of giggling and peals of joyous laughter.



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The starry one shook with intensity, beginning to pulse at a speed only a God would be able to comprehend in scope and magnitude. The smoky wisp about his frame began to coalesce, wrapping itself tighter to the young god’s body, until there only remained his dark figure upon the stone. The small pinpricks of light that were etched into his form began to glow outward. In such a horrific moment for Orvus, any who looked upon him then would be reminded of a night sky. Dazzling to see, but full of unknowable danger.

Slowly Orvus dropped his hands from his face, and at last he opened his eyes. The God looked down upon his trembling hands and frowned. He found the sight sickening, to say the least. Being unable to control his own body was not something he had ever anticipated, but whatever could he anticipate now? It was a weakness, and he felt ashamed. Unable to bare the sight any longer, Orvus plunged his hands into the thick stone before him.

There was a sickening crack as the rock exploded outward from the force of the blow. Dust and debris rained down for briefest of moments and when it cleared, his hands were buried in the rubble. Yet the trembling did not stop as he had hoped. Instead, the floor began to break apart further from where he knelt. Stone cracked, and long jagged lines raced outward from the two points of origin, going in every direction. Any who would look upon such an image would find it twisted, like a broken spider’s web.

His eyes went wide at first, then they returned to a scowl. He wanted to scream, but couldn’t, for he had not found his voice. He looked up at the Architect, focusing his rage and anger on him. For it was he who made him feel this way. It was he who made him shake, who made him look weak. He readied himself to die, for surely the God of God’s would smite him down in an instant, but Orvus would give him something to remember him by. This he would make sure.

Before he could do any of that, something blocked out what little light there was in that room. Something directly over him. Orvus looked straight up, just in time to see a massive foot descending upon him. He had no time to prepare, no time to evade.
So, he was crushed.

Like the weight of a mountain dropping a top his nimble frame, there was nothing he could do as his body plummeted through earth and stone. The blow had been tremendous, and so easily avoided if he hadn’t been so preoccupied with other things. It was that simple fact, which finally sent Orvus over the edge.

From his body erupted his power of Desolation, and as he fell, rock and stone turned to naught but dust all around him. He passed close to the core of the moon. Where the weight, heat and pressure did little to stop his downward spiral and on he continued, unabated. Orvus eventually erupted from the other side of the moon, leaving a sizable crater as he rocketed into space from the momentum. It was then his rage fizzled out, leaving him to feel empty as he drifted without control.

It was then he saw it, a blue orb on the far horizon. He knew its name almost instantly. Galbar. It meant little to him in that moment, being so far away. He rotated himself to look back up at the Architects moon, and there Orvus saw crystals taking flight. Some raced passed him, others took off in different directions. His own crystal had been waiting for him. Now it would wait in time memorial for a God who would never use it. Abandoned. Just like him, in a way.

His gaze wandered past the moon, past his shame and for the first time, he looked upon the barrier. Protected by seals, and wards, holding back an endless abyss. And as Orvus floated, certain thoughts came to mind. If he had came through the barrier, then could he not go back through it? What would await him? Silence? The comfort of dark? Peace? He stretched out a hand towards it, the gesture ultimately futile but Orvus cared not for the simplicity of it. For he knew, one day, he would find out. Even if it took him eons, he would see what lied beyond.

He sighed, and a word escaped him. It was soft, and smooth as it was empty. Just one word. One that would carry his ambition forevermore.

”Beautiful…”

He had found his voice.












“Brother, please! Please! Don’t do this! I beg you!” Said the pleading brother.

“No! The prophecy must be fulfilled!” Came the reply of a madman. “This is the only way.” He stated adamantly, his voice no longer wavering like it had once upon a time. “I can save you! I will SAVE you brother. I will save them all!” The fanatical brother spouted, as his gaze fixated upon the stars.

The blood moon was at its apex, hanging above the burning city like a giant’s eye. An eye full of malice and condemnation. A false symbol, yet highly coveted by those with ill intent. The pleading brother watched the moon as he struggled against his chains. His face was twisted in a mix of horror and fear. All around him his home was burning, his parents had been butchered, and his brother had finally descended into madness.

Dried blood coated the fanatical brother’s hands. Clutched in his right hand so tightly, to the point where his knuckles were stark white, was an exotic, serrated knife. An old ceremonial weapon, and the artifact of their house. A deranged smile played at the knife-wielding brother’s lips, and his eyes were dilated to the extreme as the moon lulled him to do its bidding.

The cold stone of marble, upon which the chained brother struggled, was etched with a dark red rock. A stone unfamiliar to the horrified brother. It was funny he thought, that in a time like this he would be thinking about the color of a rock. But it was useless to struggle. His subconscious mind was trying to make him think about other things. For there was no escaping the chains, and no help would come, his twin had seen to that. Still, he tried anyways, while he still held breathe.

The fanatical brother’s gaze fell upon his twin at last, and he reached out with his left hand to gently caress his brother’s cheek, and the two looked at each other in the red glow. The pleading brother was disgusted by the murder’s touch but there was something so familiar in his eyes. For a moment there was a semblance of the brother that he had grown up with, but with a blink, it was gone. Replaced by a monster who sought to fix a doomed city.

The pleading brother only had one more question to ask.

“Why?”

“You do not understand, you never did.” The crazed brother began, “The prophecy is the key to all of this, and our salvation. All those years you mocked me and my beliefs! You turned our parents away from me! And I… And I was alone… But I can fix this. I can bring them back, and I can show all them that I mattered!” He quickly shook his head, “No! That I DO matter. Right now, in this moment!”

The pleading brother’s heart broke, and orange tears, reflecting the flames, fell from his eyes. This madness was his to blame. He should have tried harder. All those days growing up where father scolded and beat his brother, he should have said something. But he didn’t. All the times his mother pushed his brother away from her embrace, he should have told her how cruel it was. But he hadn’t. And all the times his brother had asked to do something together, only to be met with a no… He should have been a better. But none of that truly mattered anymore, the sibling he knew was long gone. This was the cold hard truth he was faced with and it cut deeper than any knife could.

“No brother.” The chained brother whispered, “I am sorry. Truly, for everything I never did for you. I should have… I should have been your brother, instead of a stranger. I should have stopped you from leaving. I could have prevented you from lashing out and forming the cult. But I didn’t, and for that I am truly sorry to have wronged you. But this is not the way, brother. The prophecy is a lie, it always was. It is nothing but a story told to children on a cold restless night. It cannot justify what you have done.”

Anger flashed across the fanatical brother’s face, before being replaced with a sorrowful expression. He backed away a few steps, as if struck by an arrow.

“No… No! You hated me, all of you did! I tried and tried and tried. And for what? Nothing… No, I will make you love me again. There is no other way… You’ll forgive me. You’ll see!”

“No! Don’t do this!” said he who was chained, but the look in his brother’s eye was final. He began to scream in rage, “This will accomplish nothing! You destroyed half the city; the other half is in flames! Do you hear their screams! Those were our people! You murdered our parents! You poisoned the palace with your lies! How could you?”

The crazed brother listened not but began to speak in a language that neither understood.

The pleading brother turned to rage as he tried in vain to break free from the chains. It dawned on him finally, he was going to die. He was going to be murdered and all for what?

He screamed at his brother for the last time. “I hate you! Do you hear me? I HATE YOU!”

Slowly but surely, as his brother struggled futilely, the knife wielding madman drew closer, now speaking faster and faster with each step. At the epitome of the verse, the ceremonial knife found a sheath within his brother’s heart. Then the world exploded, and the finality of death claimed them.

But it was not the end.

No…

It was the beginning of something new. Something far greater.




There was a truth to the prophecy after all, but not what either brother had expected. The old dagger had been a gateway, and the right conditions had been met. In that burning city, a top a dead palace, both brothers died as the world crumbled to dust. Their souls left behind the afterlife, and the hell each had been destined to.

Instead, they felt a pull. A calling for a greater purpose and along the way. The two wanted to become one, and so they shattered themselves. Both conflicted souls then sought dominion over the other, and so they fought in the dark between darkness for eons. Each time they broke apart, unable to mold together, they lost their memories and their identities but what they did not lose, was their personalities. And in the dark, the good was stripped away, leaving nothing behind but negativity.

And at last, as time became meaningless, the two finally became one. There were no longer two conflicting souls, but one which had been imprinted with both personae. He was hateful, he was destructive, and he was miserable but most importantly, he was.

In the great dark, there was silence all around him. A beautiful peace he felt. Yes, felt. The rage that burned inside was controllable in that place. There was nothing to lash out at, nothing to destroy, just tranquil dark and quiet.

He was content. But what was he? He thought upon it, yes thought. What a strange thing to do.

After but a moment or two, he realized what he was.

He was Orvus and he was at peace.

As soon as he thought his name, Orvus felt himself begin to fade, but it did not alarm him in any way.

It just felt right.

But something kept him awake. The pull.

One he had felt lifetimes ago, now growing stronger and stronger. He tried to ignore it and bury the maddening feeling, but it was all for naught.

With little warning, something broke the veil of darkness, and cast him into light. It was blinding at first, but his perception adjusted, and he made out a tear in the darkness. Like a cut, it leaked its light into the emptiness that he had knew so familiarly, now making it wholly unfamiliar.

Alien.

It called him. Something called him.

For the first time in his existence, he was afraid. He didn’t want to go. Why was it making him? But his choice had already been made a long time ago.

The tear began to physically pull him, and he panicked. He fought against the pull, lashing out at the nothingness, begging for help, but it was indifferent to his struggling and cries. It simply did not care about him, it never had. He grew angry at this undeniable truth, and that anger swiftly turned to unbridled rage. That it would deny him help was unthinkable.

Orvus ultimately made a fool of himself. For there was nothing there to destroy, or to hurt, and the nothingness mocked him in return. His fight almost died then, but rage was powerful. Orvus looked to the tear, and his diluted mind bore a delicious thought. If he could not hurt the nothingness, then whatever was pulling him, would soon face his wrath.

Then it swallowed him up and the nothingness left behind was once again content to be alone.




The journey was strange, he felt countless others, each a part of the same. A vast amount, more then he could ever imagine, being dragged with him. He tried to fight, tried to claw his way to the back, but he was powerless in such a place.

Then there was a bright flash of light and then everything. He felt himself become etched into this new reality, taking a fitting form that could interact. It was black, like a shadow attempting to form into a figure. Like smoke, it rose about him, but never dissipated. Then the light of the bright Goddess imprinted itself upon this form. Where the light touched him, numerous pinpricks of dull white molded to his body and chief among them were two bright eyes to see all that was before him.

He wished he had not looked.

For he saw him, and he knew what he was and what to call him.

Architect.

Orvus fell to his knees, the rage he had first felt now but smoke. His purpose was abundantly clear, and he hated it.

The young god then covered his face, whether out of shame or grief, he did not know. He thought long and hard about what had happened, what was happening, and what would happen. So caught up in these thoughts, he was oblivious so all those around him. His fellow Gods, these siblings who he knew by name.

He didn’t care about them, how could he? They held beautiful forms, ones of creation and purpose. But not he. He carried with him the undoing of such creation. He was better then they could ever be. Yet, a question came to mind, why would the Architect let him in?

This thought was maddening. For Orvus had known what peace had felt like! He had not wanted this- this abomination of an existence! Now he felt many things, and none of them were peace. He began to shake, the rage bottled up inside, would not be held back any longer.


It was not my intention to go silent, but I did and I apologize. I guess I was just waiting to see if anyone else would post/talk. But I fear everyone else is gone, having moved on to other rp's. It was fun while it lasted, I enjoyed writing Anu, but most of the people I was rp'ing with have left, leaving me stagnated. I am sorry.

It was a very interesting premise, and I would have liked to see where it was all going. @A Lowly Wretch You were a good GM, so don't blame yourself that this died. You did everything you could, and we failed you. Until next time, best of luck everyone.
@Cyclone @Muttonhawk @BBeast Thanks guys! Happy to be here with everyone. About Orvus having a depressed persona, don't worry, I'll be doing a great many things with him. And yeah, I'll change that sentence around.

I'll get him up on the wiki very soon.
Here goes nothing. Give me some of that sweet, sweet feedback. I probably messed something up along the way too.


@Crispy Octopus Doesn't matter to me. Pretty sure my name is the same here as it is on discord.
@Crispy Octopus I am, but I'm not sure how good of a neighbor he'll be haha.
Just a quick update from me, I think I'm going to create the moon for Galbar. Or at least one of its moons, if others want to do the same. Also I will say that all of this sphere talk is a bit confusing to me, but I'm good with anything that's picked.
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