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 thus 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 other 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…
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 happened. 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 willing 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 predict 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.
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. I 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 crashed of black lightning rumble the ground beneath G.O.D.’s feet. 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.
XXXIII: “We Obscene” Azlan
XXIII: “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, dividing himself and separating completely from what he created. Now the seed 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 ignore. The more he ignores, the more seeds get planted. Every now and again, a seed gets planted that G.O.D. disapproves of. Deems as a heretic to his good name. “We Obscene”, is one of those.
One night has 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 on 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…