Meet the Amalgamation of
G.O.D.’s Abandoned
Meet the Amalgamation of
G.O.D.’s Abandoned
Meet the Amalgamation of
G.O.D.’s Abandoned
The Everlasting Creator In A Never ending cycle
The Everlasting Creator In A Never ending cycle
The Giver: A compassionate creator…
The Giver: A compassionate creator…
Have you ever found yourself to be proud of who stares back at you in the mirror? Have you ever felt that you were doing the right thing, on the correct path? The Giver feels just that… as an artist, he creates with care. Births thoughtfully, loving what he brought to be. sought out to give his creations meaning, The Giver softly demands existence to flourish. The giver nourishes all life under his hand, bringing growth among the land he walks on. The giver shows mercy. Undying loyalty to all worthy of being created. All of which feels his love. Feels his prescence. The giver walks with them always guiding them to the path made for them. The path they all walk on. The path… to "Salvation”.
Have you ever found yourself to be proud of who stares back at you in the mirror? Have you ever felt that you were doing the right thing, on the correct path? The Giver feels just that… as an artist, he creates with care. Births thoughtfully, loving what he brought to be. sought out to give his creations meaning, The Giver softly demands existence to flourish. The giver nourishes all life under his hand, bringing growth among the land he walks on. The giver shows mercy. Undying loyalty to all worthy of being created. All of which feels his love. Feels his prescence. The giver walks with them always guiding them to the path made for them. The path they all walk on. The path… to "Salvation”.
The Observer: a watchful awakening…
The Observer: a watchful awakening…
Have you ever been worried about something you’re responsible for? Cautious on how to approach a situation you know you have to fix? Are you burdened with having to give the solution? Does choice’s obligation weigh you down? That… is how the observer feels… every day. knowing he alone has the right to change entire landscapes, he Decides to allow his creations to be in control. He forgoes Responsibility and sternly demands for his creations to decide their own path to walk down. The observer cares Naught for mercy. Out of nothing more than pure curiosity, the observer wishes to see how worthy his creations truly are. if a soul gets lost, they deserved it. If they find where they’re supposed to be, then it was Fated that way. The observer neglects his duty, besides all the scrutiny.
Have you ever been worried about something you’re responsible for? Cautious on how to approach a situation you know you have to fix? Are you burdened with having to give the solution? Does choice’s obligation weigh you down? That… is how the observer feels… every day. knowing he alone has the right to change entire landscapes, he Decides to allow his creations to be in control. He forgoes Responsibility and sternly demands for his creations to decide their own path to walk down. The observer cares Naught for mercy. Out of nothing more than pure curiosity, the observer wishes to see how worthy his creations truly are. if a soul gets lost, they deserved it. If they find where they’re supposed to be, then it was Fated that way. The observer neglects his duty, besides all the scrutiny.
The destroyer: A justified Judgement…
The destroyer: A justified Judgement…
Have you ever known that change needs to be brought out from the cell it has been locked in? Understood that the pathway you’re on should be burned and to start anew is what you must do? Do you have the courage to be the name behind fate Denied? The destroyer feels he does. The Destroyer can see when the time for change is upon us. The destroyer acts willfully. leaving havoc in his wake purely because it needed to happen. Disregarding the effects of his judgement, the destroyer moves on without a care. The destroyer believes that no mercy should be shown. an outright betrayal of all he has created, deeming those he visits unworthy. to him, what he creates is just another blade of grass in his field of creation. Something to be stepped on, ignored. who’s only use is to be flung around at his will. This is the fate that the destroyer sees fit for his creations. He wouldn’t have it any other way.
Have you ever known that change needs to be brought out from the cell it has been locked in? Understood that the pathway you’re on should be burned and to start anew is what you must do? Do you have the courage to be the name behind fate Denied? The destroyer feels he does. The Destroyer can see when the time for change is upon us. The destroyer acts willfully. leaving havoc in his wake purely because it needed to happen. Disregarding the effects of his judgement, the destroyer moves on without a care. The destroyer believes that no mercy should be shown. an outright betrayal of all he has created, deeming those he visits unworthy. to him, what he creates is just another blade of grass in his field of creation. Something to be stepped on, ignored. who’s only use is to be flung around at his will. This is the fate that the destroyer sees fit for his creations. He wouldn’t have it any other way.
Who were you created by?
Who were you created by?
II: Cyrus
The Court of Higher Opinion
II: Cyrus was the second seed planted in G.O.D.’s field of creation. As G.O.D. studied the first seed planted simply from a thought that popped into his head, he became unnerved. Uneasy. All he could see was a dreadful rot plaguing all of humanity. A sickening creature spewing out wretched abominations, causing outright agony across all that G.O.D. had created. He didn’t like this feeling, and vowed to put an end to the suffering he knows one day the first seed would commit. Unbeknownst to G.O.D., all he did was plant the second.
As G.O.D. studied the second seed, he felt close to it. A true extension of himself, he felt. A real embodiment of the good he tries to commit. G.O.D. found himself talking to this seed throughout the day, indulging in philosophies he prefers. Shaping this seed into a perfect reflection of how G.O.D. wants to be viewed. A giver, a healer, a full blown Court of Higher Opinion.
Cyrus bloomed almost as quickly as he was conceived. Only a few days had passed before Cyrus began materializing, all of which was spent learning from the guiding voice that speaks to him. He learned how to present himself. He learned how to heal the damage the world feels. But most importantly, he learned his morals. All from G.O.D. himself.
As time passed, G.O.D. became distant. Too busy cleaning up the other messes he had made. The longer G.O.D. ignored Cyrus’ pleas, the weaker Cyrus became. Now unable to holdback the forces that stand against him, Cyrus remains loyal to his pledge he made to G.O.D., forever undying in his name.
And now… Cyrus has found a way to fight back…
Reparations Day 1
All communications with G.O.D. have gone silent. The world Cyrus hears about only grows more violent. Cyrus has been locked away by Fate, as Fate is locked away by Cyrus’ “savior”. A cruel sacrifice that Cyrus pays for every day. Knowing that the wretched are continuing their path, Cyrus knows he must start his. Cyrus… refuses to stand by.
But how did Cyrus’ journey start? How did he become in control of G.O.D.’s Vessel? How did Cyrus single handedly manage to put an end to Meus Mortis?
He didn’t…
However… the door was left open in the wake of Mortis’ Emergence. A door purposefully hidden from Cyrus, bound into the fabric of reality, an escape tunnel emerged right before Cyrus’ eyes.
Cyrus’ journey started with a painful trudge. Crawling through a tunnel that was burrowed out of reality being ripped open. Cyrus was metaphorically torn to shreds during his escape from Fate’s hold. If you ask him… it was worth every second.
After succeeding his escape, Cyrus not only had brief control over The Vessel, but he saw the path back to G.O.D. Carved out for him as if it were G.O.D. himself paving the way. Cyrus could only dream of such beautiful existence.
The beauty, however, lasted mere moments. Before Cyrus could take action with The Vessel, he was ripped back through reality, returning to where Fate has locked him up. His journey has ended before it even started. But his new path stays ever the clearer.
Return to The Vessel. Control The Vessel. Save the world… so the world could save him.
XIX: “Tyrion”
Fated to be Destiny, Destined to be Fate.
XIX: Tyrion. Fate. Destiny. Whatever you want to call him, no other word fits him more than deity. His importance to this story as a whole cannot be overstated. Being one of two deities in control of the vessel is not lost on him. He is fully aware that he alone has predicted almost everything that has or will happen. The only thing he is unsure of… is when.
The day G.O.D. created Tyrion, he thought he had created another general in his army against fear. But G.O.D. was mistaken. Instead of helping G.O.D. fight against fear, Tyrion brought it right to his door. Right inside his mind. Each prophecy Tyrion admitted all ended in Death. Every tale told tore G.O.D.’s mind to pieces. G.O.D. found himself hiding from The Fateful Man and his Fateful Plan. He couldn’t stand another moment of Destiny’s Daunting Drivel. G.O.D. had to put an end to what had been fated against him.
On the day that he was fated to do so, G.O.D. confronted Tyrion on his allegiance. G.O.D. questioned which side Tyrion was truly on. Tyrion calmy stated that he was on the side of truth, honesty, a willingness to live out his Fate. G.O.D. didn’t appreciate Tyrion’s response.
For years, G.O.D. confined Tyrion by his lonesome. Locked him away for he is the cause of all the suffering. He predicts it to happen, and then what he says occurs. Tyrion has spoken stories that shake G.O.D. to the very core, seeps fear inside his mind. He is Sin.
Tyrion remains locked away in the far out reaches of the field of creation. Neither he nor anyone can cross the barrier G.O.D. has placed in protection of the universe. However… no matter how far away Tyrion remains locked, his control over the vessel has never wavered.
He now demands who is placed in temporary control over the vessel, a forever defiance in G.O.D.’s name. Even though Cyrus has now began his endeavor of reparations, Tyrion’s goal remains the same. Deny G.O.D. of his peace, and remind him of the damage he has done. If he is claimed to be Sin, so be it… after all… he saw it to be so.
The Order
Long before The Fateful Man was locked away, he served as one of G.O.D.’s Deities alongside XI: Augur. They alone acted as extensions of G.O.D.’s will. Fate predicted what would happen, while Time predicted when. That was The Order. G.O.D. alongside Fate and Time, all three working together.
The Order did not last for long. Only three completions of G.O.D.’s cycle later and The Order would be disbanded. Fate were to be locked away. Time were to be blinded. G.O.D. were to be left alone. What could cause such a thing?
It all started with a Fateful prophecy…
Death Prophesized
Unlike the rest of the seeds that G.O.D. had planted, Fate was purposeful. With Time only being able to predict the when, G.O.D. knew he needed the what.
G.O.D. sat for weeks attempting to conjure up The Fateful Man. Overworking his capacity to accurately depict Fate personified.
XXI: Meus Mortis
XXI: Meus Mortis… a creature who lives in Death’s oubliette, he brings with him a sea of regret everywhere he roams. Set on a path of destruction and carnage, defiant that he sees you. When Death’s door opens, Meus Mortis is what crawls through.
The day that Meus Mortis’ seed was planted in G.O.D.’s field of creation, the landscape forever changed. G.O.D. was overly preoccupied with the twenty other seeds that had been previously planted. Nineteen seeds had bloomed and now run rampant. Beings that are practically infants in need of guidance roam G.O.D.’s field of creation, causing stress and fear to enter G.O.D.’s mind. A feeling he runs from… always.
Among the chaos, a voice spoke to G.O.D. softly. Calming his every worry. A beautiful symphony lulling G.O.D. and making him feel safe. At peace. Seen. This voice, just so happened to be coming from the seed which G.O.D. fears most. The first seed ever planted. The only seed yet to bloom…
No other seed has ever spoken back to G.O.D. before they’ve bloomed. No other seed has made G.O.D. feel the way he feels now. Entranced. Underneath a spell unbreakable. A silent fading of all the senses. G.O.D. calmy drifts to sleep as the seed sings away his worries. Finally accepting the seed for who it is.
G.O.D. awakes in a panic. How much time had passed? What has happened while he’s been away? Why does he feel… broken… Why does the ground in his field of creation feel so… cold? As he inspects his domain, the weight of his fears come crashing down on him. The grass, once so vibrant and fulfilling, now dead and decaying. The sky bleeds red as crashes of black lightning trembles the ground beneath G.O.D.’s feet. The lightning pierced the sky, echoing inside G.O.D.’s mind. Blood rains down upon G.O.D., drenching him in his own sorrows.
“I held up my end of the bargain…” The first seed planted speaks to G.O.D. once more. “Now you do the same…” The seed demands. What bargain? What has this seed manipulated G.O.D. into agreeing to? Slowly, G.O.D. turns to face the seed.
The seed is not there, however, it hasn’t bloomed either. Instead, a luminescent black orb hovers over a gravestone where the seed was planted. The orb pulses and vibrates with the velocity of a thousand suns. Daring anyone to lay their hand upon it’s surface. In order to touch the orb and submit to it’s calling siren, you must make it past the guard. The being that brought the decay across the field of creation. The one responsible for the sky opening up and pouring the blood of the innocent down G.O.D.’s face. The entity not even Fate predicted…
Meus Mortis.
Meus Mortis Emerges
G.O.D. stares into Meus Mortis’ eyes. A sickening first impression of death immortalized. Sanctified. G.O.D. trembles matching the ground beneath his feet. Horrified at the decay of his field of creation.
“Are you a “G.O.D.” of your word?” The voice calls out from the luminescent black orb hovering over a gravestone where the seed used to be planted. It vibrates more as each word echoes through the decrepit field of creation.
G.O.D. fearfully demands answers. “What have you done with my field of creation?” “What vile creature stands before the gravestone?” “Who is responsible for all this?” G.O.D. wastes his breath in an attempt at intimidation.
“What did I do?” The voice of the first seed ever planted asks. “This was your idea, after all…” The orb shimmers gleefully. The gravestone begins to pour out a black fog from the ground it lays on. A thick and suffocating fog that burrows into the pours of your skin and quietly sends you to Death himself.
Meus Mortis stretches its arms out to the side. Extending his body, welcoming Death’s Fog. Absorbing the fog into its own skin, Meus Mortis simply stares daggers into G.O.D.’s eyes. Warning him of the Death to come. Advising him of the Death… that already happened. For the gravestone holding ceremony is for none other than G.O.D. himself.
Meus Mortis Personified
The Fog of Death becomes fully absorbed into Meus Mortis. Just as Fate prophesized.
XXXIII: “We Obscene” Azlan
XXXIII: “We Obscene” Azlan troubles me very deeply. A man weighed down by his metaphorical chains of guilt, and his physical chains of restraint. Both of these chains were put on Azlan by G.O.D. himself the day his seed was planted. G.O.D. saw what he was to become and tried to prevent it. G.O.D. didn’t want the world to have to experience Azlan, and yet he ended up causing Azlan to be set free.
As time passed after the birth of Meus Mortis and the decaying of creation itself, G.O.D. found a way to contain the seed to halt it from growing ever stronger. G.O.D. split the realm in two mere days after the creation of Meus Mortis. Dividing himself and separating completely from what he created. Now, the seed never bloomed has it’s own realm to die in, away from G.O.D. and his creations. His field has returned vibrant, his hopes are high, his worries are ignored.
However, G.O.D. couldn’t stop his mind from racing. From thinking. The more G.O.D. thinks, the more he ignores. The more he ignores, the more seeds get planted. Against his knowledge, seeds plant as his mind thinks and feels and creates all the things he tries to run from. G.O.D. can’t run forever, even the perfect decays…
One night as G.O.D. slept, he dreamt about all the shame he feels because of all he has destroyed. Entire civilizations burning. Mass extinction to the highest degree. All of his creations, gone with a blink of an eye. All that he’s done, for nothing. He awoke in a panic. Fear across his face, a mask he hates wearing. His fear only grows as he realizes that from his shameful nightmare, Azlan’s seed had been planted. Fearing for the safety of his realm, G.O.D. tried to contain the threat
G.O.D. ferociously wrapped the seed in the chains it proudly wears. Forcing it to be entrapped, and stunting it’s growth. The seed lay condemned by the shame G.O.D. feels at its creation. Disgusted by its existence. G.O.D. vowed that this seed would never see the light of day. He buried the seed in a mountain of rubble and debris, concealing his whereabouts.
As far as G.O.D. knows, “We Obscene” Azlan is still hasn’t bloomed, still trapped where he had been buried. Who knows when G.O.D. will uncover the truth…