Post by Lostriss on Jan 8, 2009 1:37:37 GMT -5
In the beginning there was Dygerbi, the only Deity to walk upon Earth. She was The Creator; a single breath from her lungs could start the beating of any heart both in the soil and those wedged between tissues and flesh. At first her gift had been revered; the mortals had kissed the very ground she walked upon and each made a periodic sacrifice in her name. However it was not long before Dygerbi found flaws within her masterful creations; while she had given them life, she had also given them knowledge and imagination far beyond anything nature could have created for itself. Not only that, she had given them immortality; she could give them life but not take it away.
It was only a matter of time until the mortals began to grow greedy, lustful of power and lazy. They cared not for their Deity, their Life-Giver; they instead began to idolise their peers and memories of magic and power fell in favour of petty, political exploits. Though her name was nothing more than an empty promise to a majority of the mortals, there were some that still believed and through their belief they gave Dygerbi power. Enough power it would seem, in order to produce a being that would somewhat replicate her own power. He was but another being of her creation but this stallion, Mortaero, was destined to be her equal. However he was no angel, no giver of life; no, instead he would take them. As the mortals realised they were no longer immortal, no longer impervious to the sands of time, they began to savour the lives of others and themselves; just as Dygerbi had intended in the beginning. Mortaero was the first to realise that he had served his intended purpose; that it would soon be time for him to walk among the ranks of the mortal and face the fate he had cast over them. However it was too late for Dygerbi to simply dishonour him; his power had consumed the rest of his being, rendering him more ghost than flesh. To take his power from him, Dygerbi would have had to destroy him and as the Life-Bringer that was not one of her capabilities.
So Mortaero lived and continued to thrive on the destruction he could cause with mere thoughts but Dygerbi was not finished yet; she could not destroy him but she could still plot against him. Again she used her powers to create and just like last time she worked with good intention but even the best of intentions have room for error; especially if by error, you meant Mortaero. Once word of Dygerbi's creation reached him, there was nothing she could do other than sit back and watch as he perverted something that had once been so pure with child-like innocence; love. Dygerbi had created another being, Ambra, so that the mortals could achieve another level within their relationships but Mortaero had added his two cents and simply created another fuel for their political fires.
Now while you may think that would be more than enough Deity trouble for one civilisation... you would be wrong. There were also minor Deities out on the prowl, each, in their own way, clamouring to be upon the throne of the mortal's minds. Now these Deities were not nearly as powerful as Dygerbi, Mortaero or even the young Ambra but they seemed to have more of a hold on the mortals for they played a larger role in the day to day happenings. Take for example Pacieniib and Paxreviare, the original God and Goddess of Peace. They would answer the prayers of mortals, healing wounds and settling minor disputes. Kapulich and Silere, God and Goddess of War, were there too, upon the battlefield, aiding those that had their favour and hindering their opponents. All was well with these minor Deities until there was uproar with the other Deities. With the creation of Mortaero, strange mutations began to occur within the equine and eventually two of the Minor Deities chose to undergo such mutations; Kapulich and Paxreviare. Silere and Pacieniib shunned their former partners and chose to align themselves together. Thus they created one of the two new "cults"; Uchna where only those that were not mutated could request to be initiated into. The other, controlled by Kapulich and Paxreviare, was for those who had undergone mutations and they called it Tsatio. When Dygerbi created Ambra there was a deeper rift pushed between the presently warring, previously friendly, minor Deities; colour. As mortals began to metaphorically see the world in rosy shades of pink and lustful shades of red, different colours began to show upon their coats. Some colours angered the Deities while others had them entranced but nothing could push the former partners back together again.
This is Life.
This is Death.
This is RETRiBUTiON.
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