Project: Deity [IC- CLOSED]

[The Just and the Corrupt]

In the year 20--, an unspecified amount of years in the future, where science and technology reigns everyday life, and the fantastic and imaginitive are soon forgotten. There are simply wars, there is no peace.

In order to counter this, to reintroduce a new religion of a meltingpot of the old ones to once again unify the world, a scientific experiment was born. Its aim to replicate beings of myth, using advanced scientific proceedures to introduce genes and synthesise powers into unborn children at various stages.This is project: Deity.

Decades on from this project, the first batch of test subjects have reached adulthood, countless more the exit of their childhood, the faux-gods being raised and honoured as reincarnations of the real thing in exquisite and opulant temples.
But what will happen when the people revolt against religion as they did in the past? When these 'gods' find they are nothing but? Will they continue their fight for peace and unity, or will they destroy the society who lied to them?

Here's the OOC



The young goddess sits at her throne, watching the black-and-sanguine robed followers scurry about with an almost bored expression on her face. She's often wondered what it would like to be a normal human. Everyone was held equal under the law, god or human, but outside of that, there was no equality. She was a god, and she was revered as such.
She observed one leaving the temple, and wondered what it was like outside. She'd only been outside alone once.

The first thing she noticed was the brightness. She was barely 16, her curiousity about the world had reached a peak, and so she had snuck outside, face and clothes hidden beneath an oversized black coat and hood. It was bright, outside, the sun gleaming off everything around her, buildings of so many shapes and sizes, all much more glass and metal than her own traditional temple, surrounded her, towering into the sky. It was all she could do to just stop and stare for a long time, before she moved on, constantly looking around herself with a large grin on her face. It was amazing, she couldn't believe that she had thought it as dangerous as everyone said.
She hadn't noticed herself wandering into a quieter, darked, shadier area of the Capitol, and why should she? She was not aware of them.
In fact, she didn't realise where she was until a hand covered her mouth, another pulling at the gold bangle she was wearing on her wrist. She tried to cry out, lashing out with her fists, but he wouldn't let go, so she struggled until the cold feel of metal on her the side of her head, from what she deduced was another assailant.
"Quiet. Don't struggle, girl... Too young to be out here alone, aren't you?" One muttered, but she was too busy concentrating, fear heightening her senses.

They weren't ready when she kicked out again, catching the knee of the one who now released her, and turning to duck under the shaft of the rifle, bringing one hand up to jerk it from his grasp, the other summoning ribbons of gold that wound their way around the man's wrists and ankles, hogtying him. Holding the gun, she turned to his partner, who was trying to won, and calmly shot his foot, hitting it with perfect aim, the plasma beam simply burning and numbing the limb rather than blasting it. Then, the ribbon-cuffs caught him, too.
It wasn't long before the local authority arrived, along with her followers, and she was escorted back to her temple, strictly lectured about her safety for the sake of other people on the way.

"Lady Themis." The voice cut through her daydreams, and she blinked.
"Eh?"
"I trust you have completed your work?"
"Oh... yes. I have." She sighed. "Though I see not why I have to review these old files."
"The people fear there may have been a miscarriage of justice, and to hear your voice on the matter would reassure them." The man spoke calmly, and she couldn't tell if he were a scientist or one of her followers, the distinction was getting harder and harder to make. So many of them wore the same clothes as her followers, that when they were there to test her blood or take her measurements or test anything, they seem to have taken measurements of everything over the years, and she was used to it.

It had been three years since the incident with the rifle happened, and since then she had forced herself to improve in unarmed and armed combat to reassure herself that it would not happen again.
So that she, Thea, Themis, Lady Justice herself, could enact her judgment upon the guilty and protect the innocent.

[Utceforp]

Prometheus stared at a blank page, doing nothing but thinking. He had started writing novels a few years ago, under the pseudonym "Alvin I. S.", something the scientists that monitored him approved of, under the condition that "Alvin" had gotten divine inspiration from Pro. He was having trouble with his next story however, he was supposed to be the living embodiment of good ideas, so why didn't he have any? He was almost considering changing his name into Epimetheus, when a voice came over the intercom. It was the voice of his head priest, officially known as Deucalion, but actually named Jake. "Lord Prometheus?" There was a hint of reluctance during the "Lord", as always, so Pro answered him. "Please, call me Pro." It was a ritual they had done every time Jake had spoken to Pro, but Pro's informality was something Jake had never agreed with. If it had been up to Pro, Jake wouldn't even be the head priest, as he had been selected by the scientists unlike the other members of Pro's followers, but the two had developed an odd friendship nonetheless. "Yes, alright. "Pro", would you come out here for a moment? There's something important the project members would like you to address." "You know you can't interrupt me when I'm creating, Jake." Pro responded, playing the part of the mad artist. Jake was not fooled, and responded in a way that would have gotten a less important man charged with blasphlemy. "You and I both know you haven't written anything in the last hour. You just want to stay secluded in your nest of wires and data. The entire purpose of this project was to calm people down, not give you more time to read. And you will refer to me as Deucalion." Pro's smile faded from his face, and he complied. Jake had let slip that the important matter he was referring to involved riled up people. Despite Pro's subtle differences from his mythological namesake, the one thing they had in common was an obsessive fascination with the common man.

As Pro stepped out of the Innner Sanctum, he was hit by progressively colder zones of air. He kept his home at temperatures unbearable to the average human, but the outside area was comfortable, if warm. "Alright Deuc, what seems to be the problem." Jake sighed, and his shoulders slumped. "Apparently, there's been a miscarriage of Justice, and it's become a large controversy." Pro was confused. "Then go get Themis to work on it. Law isn't my specialty." Jake replied. "Yes, but you seem to have a way with crowds, and if you focus your intellect on this rather than other things, you might help devise a solution to people's complaints. It makes good propaganda too, having a god solve a dispute between common men." Pro nodded, Jake's logic made sense. "Alright, when do we leave?" Jake keyed in a code on a small electronic device, summoning a hovering platform painted in blue and silver colours. "Straight away sir. In fact, I believe we're a little bit late." Pro pulled himself on to the platform, and waited as it hovered down a hallway and through a doorway into the vast outside world. A glass screen extended over the platform, and before Pro could catch a good glimpse of the outside world, the screen turned opaque. Jake spoke. "We don't want crowds peeking in at their god, do we." Both Pro and Jake knew that it had a secondary purpose, to prevent Pro from having too much firsthand knowledge of the outside world, but for courtesy's sake neither god nor priest made any comment. The rest of the trip was marred by awkward silence, the obvious barriers between Pro and knowledge tainting the environment. Eventually the platform docked with Themis's temple, and Pro stepped through into the long hallways inside, ignoring the ample welcomes he received from priests and average people alike. He did not want to appear like they were above his notice, but he couldn't greet each and every one, which saddened him slightly. His mind was focused on more important things than courtesy.

[Asterdan]

"My Lord," a buff, muscular robed man said, "It is time for combat training on top of Mount Odin."

The 25-year-old God simply smiled, raising from his throne and grabbing his hammer, Mjolner. He followed Brother Baldr, the robed man, up a series of staircases, smiling at nodding at the worshippers that had gathered at the temple. As they reached the top of the staircases, they came across a great wooden door, so large that it would take both Baldr and Thorne, the God, to open it.

After they had opened it, the two exited the inside of the mountain into the storms thats surrounded Mount Odin from prying eyes. As they exited onto the dark mountainside, the two began to ascende a spiral staircase that spun around the mountain, leading to the flattened top.

It wasn't long before the two made it, and soon, thunder cracked as the combat training between Brother Baldr and the God of Thunder, Thorne, Thor, commenced.

[The Just and the Corrupt]

"No. I'm not wearing that." Thea replied bluntly, staring at the red and god... monstrosity hanging from her lady-in-waiting's hands. "You can't make me wear a dress. No."
"My Lady, you must..." She replied, timidly. Despite the fact she was older, and marginally taller, this assisstant seemed scared of her. Thea wasn't surprised.
"I don't want to."
"My Lady, I've been told you cannot meet another God wearing armour, it will create a negative impression..." Despite how she acted, the goddess wasn't unreasonable. She listened, considered, and eventually relented a little.
"...Fine. On one condition..."

Eventually, she waited in her Chambers, or what functioned as an office attached to the side of her lavish quarters, dressed in a simple red top embellished with the usual gold, hood pulled over her elaborately pinned hair, worn under a long, plainer black, bodiced dress. The long skirt only served to conceal her golden boots that stretched up her legs and over a tight pair of red trousers. She was planning on removing the skirt as soon as possible, but as long as one of her followers were in the room, they wouldn't allow it.
She sighed, waiting for the other god to arrive, wondering if he'd be forced to act as formally as she was.

[Hamste]

Chemosh sat cross legged on his throne staring at his soon to be followers. The first one a young woman brought forth a small child a little older then Chemosh was. He focused on the child and suddenly it stood up and blinked a few times. It turned to it's mother and ran to her giving her a big hug. The mother whispered some things to the child who nodded vigorously while smiling. It's neck was ripped open so it could not directly answer the mother but she seemed happy any ways. After 5 more minutes of the mother joyfully hugging her child and crying the child settled back down closed it's eyes and stopped moving while smiling. The child was then put into a small coffin and given to an acolyte. After about 10 more people speaking with their loved ones, everyone left smiling. After everyone had left an acolyte handed him a set of needles and some other tools. He proceeded to pull out the child and others from their coffins. He then proceeded to cut them up and sew them together into an abomination. He lifted it up by himself and then dumped it into the freezer. Afterwards he took a nice long shower while still in his clothes and then went into a heating room. That done he then headed down the stairs in his temple to the catacombs.

[Fowlick]

Steamer was sitting back in a beach chair on a sandy patch surrounded by water. It was not an island, it was his temple. A door opened in the room and a Blue and white robed man walked in. "My lord, do you require anything?"
"Yes, why do my subjects disrespect me?"Steamer said in a calm voice.
"What do you mean sire?"The cleric asked in a worried tone.
"They do not fear me, so they do not respect me. I do not get the gifts I deserve. Well do you have anything to say Priest Trever?"Steamer said with the sound of a crashing wave in the background.
"I do not kno-"Trever was unable to finish, because he was pulled down by a wave of water and was eaten by sharks. Steamer smiled as his pets feasted.
"Now how about a nice storm? What do you say my pets?"Steamer said, and his sharks seemed to nod. Of the east coast a hurricane appeared. It popped up right above what was Cuba and the island was decimated almost immediately, then the hurricane moved north toward the floridian peninsula.

[Utceforp]

"No. I'm not wearing that." Thea replied bluntly, staring at the red and god... monstrosity hanging from her lady-in-waiting's hands. "You can't make me wear a dress. No."
"My Lady, you must..." She replied, timidly. Despite the fact she was older, and marginally taller, this assisstant seemed scared of her. Thea wasn't surprised.
"I don't want to."
"My Lady, I've been told you cannot meet another God wearing armour, it will create a negative impression..." Despite how she acted, the goddess wasn't unreasonable. She listened, considered, and eventually relented a little.
"...Fine. On one condition..."

Eventually, she waited in her Chambers, or what functioned as an office attached to the side of her lavish quarters, dressed in a simple red top embellished with the usual gold, hood pulled over her elaborately pinned hair, worn under a long, plainer black, bodiced dress. The long skirt only served to conceal her golden boots that stretched up her legs and over a tight pair of red trousers. She was planning on removing the skirt as soon as possible, but as long as one of her followers were in the room, they wouldn't allow it.
She sighed, waiting for the other god to arrive, wondering if he'd be forced to act as formally as she was.

Pro pushed open the door, followed by Jake. "Ah, you must be Themis." Pro didn't like being formal, but he would try to make the best out of a boring situation. "My name is Prometheus, and this is Deucalion. I believe we've met before, have we not?" Pro was referring to the time he had stolen the "Divine Fire" documents from the scientists, it had been a long and ardous trial, as well as rather embarrassing, but Pro felt it was the best way to show he was not acting formally of his own volition. "In any case, I've received knowledge that there's been some kind of commotion that might require my particular talent for speaking to common men, and that might require my intellect to solve the problems at its core." Normally Pro liked expressing his vast vocabulary, it made him feel special, but he was visibly wincing by the time he was done speaking. Jake couldn't see him, but he was worried Themis could see his annoyance.

[Asterdan]

Thorne had just defeated Brother Baldr for fiftieth time when Brother Tyr arrived, baring news of a sudden hurricane ripping towards Florida. Thorne sighed, knowing that the suddenness of this hurricane could only be cause by a deity. He also knew it could only be one of water, as HE was the God of Storms.

Raising Mjolnir above his head, he began to spin it. Storm winds spun under the hammer, and soon, he was off and headed towards Florida. He landed on one of the islands, watching the hurricane getting closer and closer. Gale Thorne spun Mjolnir again, this time sending the winds towards the hurricane, intent on breaking up the storm.

[Fowlick]

Steamer evaporated from his chair and sent his water molecules to the storm. He condensed again in front of Thorne. "Oh Thorne. Nice to see you again. Why are you messing with my Hurricane there?"Steamer said with a smile as he pulled out his Trident.

[Aeken]

Anastia gazed over the the balcony of her temple, only seeing darkness. It had been an endless night for the goddess, who had began to get flashes of shattered memory embedded in her mind. Her aide, Jurin, discouraged the nonsense and persuaded her to embrace the dark of the night, which had actually been beneficial to her. She exhaled softly, closing her eyes as she relaxed her mind. Anastia was then summoned by Jurin to participate in the Ritual of the Savagery, one of her principle powers. It had made the goddess in high hopes.

However, shortly after the completion of the ritual, Jurin reported the summoning of a massive hurricane in the Florida area. She knew she had loyal subjects in the area, and was determined not to let them perish in vain. She used her power of oppression to dampen the damages dealt, hoping to stop the hurricane. Although she did feel the urge to wreak havoc, she ignored her own needs.

[Servoth]

The Sahara sands turned in anarchic ways, it crashed and spun and built up and fell in the way of an ocean of sand. It was always changing, it never stopped. The wind, Zephyr, would always blow and twist the grains around in all chaotic way. And the sun forever beats down upon the ocean of sand, here the ball of fire and plasma that gave life to the rest of the world, killed all in sight here. This was home to one of the gods, and it so did fit with this young deity.

It was home to Seth, the great and powerful god of war, conflict, and chaos. He was far more dangerous than many other gods, his impulses made him nearly unpredictable, and his combat training had crafted his mind to be able to counter any situation involving conflict.

Seth was a much more secluded "god" than the other for his tendencies, but he was also set apart for being one of the elders of the Pantheon, and being one of few who actively believed that he wasn't a true god. Seth was far too chaotic to be pulled around a string by the Scientists, and he remembered an old quote of authors of centuries past. "Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic," that was what Mr. Clarke had said, and that was what the Scientists had done.

But being in his so solid seclusion, why would he care about the political and judicial systems? And why would Seth care of the weather of the world when all the weather in the Sahara was windy and hot? But his life had grown monotonous, orderly, and boring through out his life; and Seth needed something to spice it up a bit. So, he'd plan to escape his Grand Temple and priests who kept him inside it, and finally see the outside world for himself in freedom forever eternal.

[Tarnen]

Cy sat in his room reading one of his books, it was one of the few things he could not predict in this world. The other was the fate and destiny of the other Gods including his own. The High Priest knocked on the door, "Come in." Cy replied, he got up from his seat, moving it to the middle of the room, and moving his bed next to the chair. "Sir, I have those books that you requested, my apologies for the books to arrive late..." Alam had lost his footing causing the books to fly out of his hands, he fell backwards sitting on the chair Cy had put there while the books landed softly on the bed. "Thank you my Lord, but I'm sure it comes as no surprise that you knew that was going to happen." Cy smiled as he moved the bed back into it's original spot, taking the books from the bed and placing them on the bookshelf. "It's what I do Alam, what is on today's agenda, Alam?" "I thought you already knew my Lord." "I know people's fate and destiny, but not of my own, or the others." "Oh, I forget sometimes my Lord, but today the day is yours to do with." Cy thought for a moment, and he grabbed his music player, "I think I'll go for a walk around the Capitol." "If you say so my Lord, but be careful." Cy walked out of his room into the main hallway of his temple. He immediately put on his headphones and cranked the volume up to ten, he saw many of his followers bow to him but couldn't hear a word they said, but tethered to each of them a was gold ethereal thread that expanded from the followers bodies into opposite directions, from where they have been to where they were going. These were the thread Cy could manipulate thus changing their fate and destiny. As he headed out of the temple, he saw millions of threads attached to each person, he looked behind him at the temple cloaked as a warehouse in the Capitol, The temple like Fate and Destiny cannot be seen by humans, behind the scenes as always. He disappeared into the crowd, enjoying his time away from the temple.

[Firstaria]

"No. I'm not wearing that." Thea replied bluntly, staring at the red and god... monstrosity hanging from her lady-in-waiting's hands. "You can't make me wear a dress. No."
"My Lady, you must..." She replied, timidly. Despite the fact she was older, and marginally taller, this assisstant seemed scared of her. Thea wasn't surprised.
"I don't want to."
"My Lady, I've been told you cannot meet another God wearing armour, it will create a negative impression..." Despite how she acted, the goddess wasn't unreasonable. She listened, considered, and eventually relented a little.
"...Fine. On one condition..."

Eventually, she waited in her Chambers, or what functioned as an office attached to the side of her lavish quarters, dressed in a simple red top embellished with the usual gold, hood pulled over her elaborately pinned hair, worn under a long, plainer black, bodiced dress. The long skirt only served to conceal her golden boots that stretched up her legs and over a tight pair of red trousers. She was planning on removing the skirt as soon as possible, but as long as one of her followers were in the room, they wouldn't allow it.
She sighed, waiting for the other god to arrive, wondering if he'd be forced to act as formally as she was.

Pro pushed open the door, followed by Jake. "Ah, you must be Themis." Pro didn't like being formal, but he would try to make the best out of a boring situation. "My name is Prometheus, and this is Deucalion. I believe we've met before, have we not?" Pro was referring to the time he had stolen the "Divine Fire" documents from the scientists, it had been a long and ardous trial, as well as rather embarrassing, but Pro felt it was the best way to show he was not acting formally of his own volition. "In any case, I've received knowledge that there's been some kind of commotion that might require my particular talent for speaking to common men, and that might require my intellect to solve the problems at its core." Normally Pro liked expressing his vast vocabulary, it made him feel special, but he was visibly wincing by the time he was done speaking. Jake couldn't see him, but he was worried Themis could see his annoyance.

" You surely are more closer to the common man than us, but I think it's easier to understand any of us rather than your complex words! "

Mercury entered the Chambers in quite the uncaring way, clearly not paying attention if something was going on in the room. He saluted the two other gods with a quick bow and then continue " Themis, a pleasure to see you again, and without your armor! This has to be an once a millenia event! And Pro, how are your little affairs doing? "

Then he sit down on the first place he could find and said " I was doing again a good world trip, seeing people and places, saving childrens, being an hero... " in a tone that would sound believable to many, except to those who knew he was the god of lies. " ...and so I sad to myself: I wonder what that beauty is doing in her royal palace right now, and so I came for a visit. "

[Ilvania]

Pro pushed open the door, followed by Jake. "Ah, you must be Themis." Pro didn't like being formal, but he would try to make the best out of a boring situation. "My name is Prometheus, and this is Deucalion. I believe we've met before, have we not?" Pro was referring to the time he had stolen the "Divine Fire" documents from the scientists, it had been a long and ardous trial, as well as rather embarrassing, but Pro felt it was the best way to show he was not acting formally of his own volition. "In any case, I've received knowledge that there's been some kind of commotion that might require my particular talent for speaking to common men, and that might require my intellect to solve the problems at its core." Normally Pro liked expressing his vast vocabulary, it made him feel special, but he was visibly wincing by the time he was done speaking. Jake couldn't see him, but he was worried Themis could see his annoyance.

" You surely are more closer to the common man than us, but I think it's easier to understand any of us rather than your complex words! "

Mercury entered the Chambers in quite the uncaring way, clearly not paying attention if something was going on in the room. He saluted the two other gods with a quick bow and then continue " Themis, a pleasure to see you again, and without your armor! This has to be an once a millenia event! And Pro, how are your little affairs doing? "

Then he sit down on the first place he could find and said " I was doing again a good world trip, seeing people and places, saving childrens, being an hero... " in a tone that would sound believable to many, except to those who knew he was the god of lies. " ...and so I sad to myself: I wonder what that beauty is doing in her royal palace right now, and so I came for a visit. "

CRASH
A golden goblet, filled with wine, smashed onto the floor by Mercury's feet. Out of what appeared to be nowhere a booming voice emerged,

'Can't you prudish Gods keep it down for a second?! For fucks sake, can't a God catch a nice little nap in someone else's temple without being disturbed?'
The origin of the resounding voice became apparent as Bacchus, clad in a traditional purple toga, leapt, or rather tumbled, off one of the ornate light fixtures and onto a table, with the gracefulness of a cat. Lying upon the table, he clicked his fingers and almost instantly, the discarded golden goblet of wine reappeared within his grasp, good as new. The God of Wine casually took a sip, and looked up at the astonished faces around him.

'What's up?'

[Armageddon Steel Legion]

Scourge then blinked from behind his skull helmet as he and his men marched forward, slaying the small demonic incursion with ease, their holy rounds blasting through the daemons as they walked towards the Breach, Scourge slammed his mace into it, causing it to make a loud screeching noise before shutting."Now to see the other gods." Scourge said to his men, who nodded and then stayed while he walked towards were the Goddess would be.

//Eh, short.

[The Just and the Corrupt]

Thea nodded at the god of ideas, running back through that case in her mind.
"That we have, yes... There is little I can do to convince them that the verdict is the right one, and they... we fear that there may be some kind of public unrest." She speaks formaly, calmly, easily slipping into the tone she uses in court whilst there were followers present, though she would wish they would leave the room. She was perceptive, too, and believed the other god felt the same way.
"...Perhaps it would best we talk the details through in private?"

She wasn't sure how the god of lies had managed to wander straight into her Chambers unaccompanied when she was in a meeting, but listened, tilting her head a little.
"Some of us are perfectly capable of understanding his speech more than we are decifering the facts from yours." She frowned at the comment about her armour, folding her arms across herself, a little protectively. "...Flattery will get you nowhere, if that was not a lie. You are, in all technicalities, tresspassing. It would almost be worth prosecuting you if it wasn't too much effort to wade through all the perjury."

She almost jumped as the other god tumbled from the ceiling, landing with no apparent harm. Rolling her eyes, she allowed her voice a tint of sarcasm.
"...What's up? Well, you, until a few seconds ago. What are you all doing here, in my Chambers...?"

[Firstaria]

Mercury raised his hand and said " Objection, your honor, last time I was here you said that I was welcomed everytime for a visit. It might had been a slip of tongue, but no doubt you said that. " he then smiled and said " And also there is nothing else to do in the entire palace, so I had to find someone, even if in the Chambers. Your guards disagreed, but your guards are so slow that they should just be fired. "

Of course, being the god of speed it was extremely fast. Some legends wanted him to even fly, but except some agility that looked like blinking from spot to spot, he had no wings on his feet.

[Fellmarch]

The Temple was filled with the quiet buzz of the Priests whist the great god of Time, Sarnath Meditated before his laity. Sarnath was searching into the future, slowly bending through the strange realm of time he saw a thousand possibilities which a thousand possible outcomes. Time melded before his vision like a storm of light, twisting and flashing in awesome power as this poor seeker sought out the truths and central knots of which time gathered at a pinnacle of importance, which would affect all time streams before him.

But still he felt uneasy in this realm.

Many times before when searching into the future he had felt a presence, sense of being watched by something other than himself, a strange alien vision of a seething chaos fluctuated before his mind and he frowned beneath his mask, tightly gripping the side of his cushion. He pushed forward into the realms of possibilities and eventualities ignoring the feeling before finding the rope of time of which he wanted to view. He descended into that realm and took watch over the sight of an alien earth. Hideous creatures of utter fantasy shifted slowly though the strange realm, their warped carapaces protecting them from the firey red sun which loomed over the swampland before him. Strange things had replaced the trees of his time, massive abhorrent fungoid plants now loomed over the marsh before him, glowing ominously in the crimson light. Twisting through these trees came a demonic form, like some mutated ape these doggish bipeds ripped through the jungle, letting out terrible hoots they surrounded on of the carapaced giants. Suddenly thousands of them came out from the fungoid shadows and began to swarm the creature with malevolent fury. The titan struggled, clearly distressed as the twisted creatures bit through its carapace and into its flesh.

Sarnath turned from its struggling figure and floated ethereally through the misted air observing the lives of the strange wildlife he saw in his visions, before him however lay a surprise. A strange decayed temple stood strangely twisted and taloned it reached for the sky above it in a seemingly desperate fashion. As he shifted closer he noticed queer statues of an unexpected nature, strange creatures of a mix between a scarab and that of a serpent creature was beheld before his eyes. An ancient eldritch race which came after the voices and structures of man had faded into oblivion, but they too had vanished it seemed. Perhaps they had fallen due to the worsening conditions as the sun entered its final stages of decay, or they had perhaps been a tribal race and had moved onwards after the creation of the Temple like those at Gobekli tepe. He did not know, but perhaps he would investigate this time stream further in the past to locate the strange race, but that would be investigated later.

Sarnath pulled back from the time stream and into the fold of time were the lights continued to flash in strange mysterious fashions. He pulled is way through the strange movements of time and back to his body in his temple at Olympus. But as he went he sensed a great change in the movements of time, a pinnacle of importance of which could not be ignored, a Schism was forming and the outcome was undecided, before he could grasp it for a further look it was lost to him within the mysteries of the time stream.

He emerged from the streams of time and back into his form, the laity had left it seemed and some time had passed as he saw by the position of the sun in the sky. His magister and Archcultist Koth stood before him in his grey and silver attire, recognisable by Sarnaths foreknowledge of the current and near future and the fact that he was wearing his medallion of office.

“My lord” the magister made a small bow towards the returned god “do you wish to describe what you have seen for the holy Erebus Mysterium?” Koth referred to of course the catalogue of all that he had seen in his visions, they had turned the future into a holy text of which prophecies were told to the masses and they were thus enlightened. To Sarnath it was just the knowledge of the unknown and strange, to them it was a sacred text of unweighable value and unquestionable veracity.

The quiet god shook his head solemnly to his magister, patting the young man on his lead with his bandaged palm he spoke coolly but benevolently. “Not today my enlightened Magister, the future beheld to me is not clear as of yet, it will take further divinations in order to discern the truth, but I did touch on something I find to be most disturbing”.

Sarnath sensed that Koth was deeply concerned by this and in lightened him further “a strange schism is beheld within the future I have seen, and many may not survive it. What comes after is unknown and clouded to my eyes, what is decided on that day shall change time on this planet forever in the nature of human existence. Thus time has spoken to me, thus it shall be.”

“Thus time has spoken, thus it shall be” the Magister repeated sagely, turning upward to face his masked god he questioned still “where will this possible Schism take place? And whom will be the adversary? There have not been any disruptions with Set to the south, or Thorne's kin to the north.”

The god raised his hands to silence his Magister before continuing to answer the man’s questions quietly “the cause and the adversaries are clouded to my mind, still I believe that I must make way to the household of Justice under the powers of the lady and fellow deity Themis, there is a cumulation of fellow gods which I must discourse with to discern what storm is arising.”

The Magister nodded in affirmation and moved off to arrange an escort for the God of Time. Sarnath stood up from his meditative state and stretched his bones before moving off the plinth, his brow knotted with tension under his coldly staring mask as he considered the possibilities of the newly arising troubles which plagued his mind.

A storm was coming....

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Soon the guards were arranged, the wore silver armour over their robes, only their heads were seemingly unarmoured, instead making way for the ceremonial clothing’s hood and a silver smiling mask which stretched around the rest of the head like a helmet, which would resist heavy firepower before shattering due to its blessed nature. They held in their hands strange white light bladed swords of which curved and changed like the movements of a snake, a miracle of modern technology of this eras decadent power and advancement.

Sarnath moved forward slowly and carefully towards his guards as they surrounded him on all sides, protecting the God of Time from whatever evils might be willed upon him. They shifted through the maze of the temple on Olympus, moving through the non Euclidean building until they reached an assenting ramp covered in silver dancing figures. The ramp ascended into nothing and ended with a high drop down the mountain, but the guards made way for the God of Time to stride forward, following in his footsteps in reverence. When he reached the pinnacle before the precipice he raised his hands and the air rippled before him. Slowly but surely a dark tear formed in the sky before the ramp as the god manipulated time and space to allow himself travel through the ether and to the realm of the lady of justice. He stepped through in into a new portion of the earth, his loyal guardians following at his heels.

***

Sarnath emerged before a seemingly luxuriously crafted temple, covered in gold and symbols as well as a traditionalist design, a far cry from his temple complex in its design and adornment. He moved towards the front gate with his emerging guardians and stood before the temple guards who stared at the strange god with surprise.

“I request entry to the temple of Themis” he demanded quietly but firmly “there much to discuss with her and I sense a cumulation of gods within these hallowed walls” the guards turned to each other in surprise before stutteringly admitting him entry. Sarnath disliked putting the men in an awkward position but he hated to be rude and barge into another god’s temple uninvited. He slowly and elegantly moved through the temple as one of the temple priests opened the doors for them, slowly guiding them to where the deity of justice was currently attending.

As the doors opened to them he saw the congregation of fellow gods before him, Themis and Prometheus looked up at his arriving form as he shifted through the doors, gripping in his hands his sickles he saw a few more gods in attendance, including the god Mercury of the fleet of foot and Bacchus the god of wine and insanity as he quaffed another goblet of wine and leered at the rest of them.

“Greetings my fellow deities” Sarnath nodded his head in solemn affirmation towards the other gods, signalling his guardians to remain outside the doors as he walked through. “I trust I am not interrupting?” he queried as he stared at the group through is mask, his dark eyes flitting between them in scrutiny.

[Asterdan]

Anastia gazed over the the balcony of her temple, only seeing darkness. It had been an endless night for the goddess, who had began to get flashes of shattered memory embedded in her mind. Her aide, Jurin, discouraged the nonsense and persuaded her to embrace the dark of the night, which had actually been beneficial to her. She exhaled softly, closing her eyes as she relaxed her mind. Anastia was then summoned by Jurin to participate in the Ritual of the Savagery, one of her principle powers. It had made the goddess in high hopes.

However, shortly after the completion of the ritual, Jurin reported the summoning of a massive hurricane in the Florida area. She knew she had loyal subjects in the area, and was determined not to let them perish in vain. She used her power of oppression to dampen the damages dealt, hoping to stop the hurricane. Although she did feel the urge to wreak havoc, she ignored her own needs.

Thorne smiled at Anastia as she arrived. Another deity to deal with Steamer? Good, he could get back to combat training. As soon as he answered Steamer's question.

Steamer evaporated from his chair and sent his water molecules to the storm. He condensed again in front of Thorne. "Oh Thorne. Nice to see you again. Why are you messing with my Hurricane there?"Steamer said with a smile as he pulled out his Trident.

"Because it was has already destroyed Cuba, and I refuse to allow it to destroy Florida too." Thorne said, "Part of the whole 'Protector of Humanity' thing."

[The Just and the Corrupt]

"I would never have said such a thing." Thea blinked. "Especially when I have meetings like this. Have you no respect for common courtesy?" She sounded more curious than annoyed, however. "My guards were there for a reason..."

She blinked again, when the other god was allowed in.
"Hello, there... I'm not sure you could be interrupting, when nothing has started yet because of previous interruptions?"

[Ilvania]

'Oh, are we having a party? If we are, boy have I got some pretty fellas and lasses lined up for you!'

Smiling widely, Bacchus placed hand lightly above his goblet of wine. The ruby red liquid curled up around his fingers, like tendrils of blood, twisting and turning.

'No but seriously, whatcha guys doing?'

[Fellmarch]

Sarnath nodded in agreement, before moving further into the room settling into a meditative status on the floor cross-legged. he displaced himself in timeframe and his body shifted upwards to about normal height as he shifted himself into a later time were the land was higher whist still remaining within the current frame, giving himself the appearance of levitation. He had not yet managed a full transition into the future or past and was only able to shift himself to a limited degree before being halted by a barrier of some sort.

Now comfortable in this position he bowed to his host with grace “I thank you Lady Themis god of Justice for your hospitality. I am Sarnath, god of Time and Mystery and I come from the urgent senses of wrongness I felt in my divinations these past few days. There is something terribly wrong shifting in the world, I feel the order of things is changing but I do not understand how or in what manner, my vision is clouded but I sense something is coming with a deep foreboding. For good or ill this pinnacle of import is I cannot tell.” He turned to the goddess again scrutinising the strong figure before him for hidden secrets and repressed mysteries. “I understood that you might have foresight on these matters so I came to this meeting of gods to learn of what you know”.

He placed his sickles on his lap and quickly lowered his hood further over his eyes “one thing you must do however is not to look too long into my eyes, or like all beings you will be engulfed by time. It is unpleasant even for those whom are not mortal men to do so and I do not wish it upon those whom it is not deserved.” He shifted once more to a more comfortable position around the table, a book formed in his hand and a quill in the other from darkened smoke and he looked once more up towards the goddess of Justice “I had some semblance of viewing the events into the past before I arrived, before you were interrupted by Bacchus and Mercury you spoke of a great unrest amongst the people, would you care to indulge us further on your insight?”.

[Ilvania]

'Oh why do you have to be so gloom and doom all the time Sarnath? Smile a bit!'

Winking at the rather stern looking levitating god, Bacchus continued to play with his wine.

Staring off into space, he began to sing.

'I bring ye wine from above,
From the vats of the storied sun;
For every one of yer love,
And life for every one...'

[Reznestrasd]

David he had always thought himself as David even though it was more common for him to be called Eros lately. Sitting on his thorne if it could even be called that. Certainly it was the highest seat in the temple but htat did not really mad eit a throne. Hard wood very plush and of course with bit of gold accents added in for flair.Slowly glancing around the main chamber of his temple a smile slowly crawled its way across his face.

It was subdued of course quiet with chatting here and there but over anything else it was a distinctly loving atmosphere. Mostly he heard disputes between spouses wanting to preserve their love or lost beings wanting love in their live. Each case he took seriously but it always did pull at his heart strings. Right now there was a lull in appointments which either spoke wonders of his work or many were losing faith in him. Both did nothing to really comfort him, getting up he took a slow stroll around the chamber.

He took his time stopping to talk with each patron he saw and of course he had clerics following him where ever he went. At times he resented this treatment and others well he was glad for the attention. Still though there were times he just wanted to meet with hsi followers in peace and speak of their problems in private. Soon also he found himself in his private chambers with his head priestess. She confused him at times also she cuold be so loving and yet still analytical.

He suspected she was a scientist he had seen more aand more of those lately. She smiled at him as he sank unto one of his most priced possesions. Leaning over the bean bag chair he grabbed a book he loved the feel of the old published volumes.

"Delilah? You seem to have something on your mind."

"Yes Lord Eros. There are rumors of unrest among the masses."

"Hmm unrest? That's disheartening. What good could I do?"

"My Lord you are the god of love."

"I do not want to force that on the entire world I do have mroals even me a god must hold themselves to a standard."

[Utceforp]

Pro waved Deucalion away, and reclined again in his chair. "I didn't realize I was late. Congrats, Alex, on putting enough effort into something that you actually beat me to it. I always heard "Liquor is quicker", but I didn't realize it also applied to you." Pro chuckled. "Sorry, I didn't want to sound condescending, I've just been waiting a long time to do that joke and well, I don't get to see you very often. How have you guys been? Seriously. Tell me everything, knowledge is like food for me." Pro noticed the other god enter the room. Bored already, he pulled a copy of Frankenstein from a pocket in his suit, and began to read.