End of the Universe: God Chronicles Chapter 1

[Zumreed]

After the meeting, Zum Reed went to one his most favorite places on the Earth. Las Vegas. He enjoyed seeing the humans lose game after game to him. He owned the infamous 'God's Palace' Casino, notorious for it's highstakes games. He wasn't completly cruel, and shot a bit of good luck here and there. He once helped a man fix his marriage by slipping him a diamond. Another time, a homeless man, a devotee of his, won 5 Million dollars on a slot machine, with one coin.

This was his domain, and nobody could disturb him. Time to hit the floors.

[Dalkarth]

Time brings all things to pass.
Energy cannot be created or destroyed, only converted from one form to another.
Matter can neither be created nor destroyed.
...Unless your Crishna...

It had been a long yet trivial matter in which Crishna had rested since the dawn. Now, looking upon the dusk of a new era. She had supplied a template according to the request of the other Gods. They desired to hear the voices of worship fall upon their ears from subjects that chose willingly. By design she knew that eventually, THIS, would happen. The day whence deafness fell upon the ears of the gods. However, she did not expect the gods to lose their own faith in themselves and destroy what they had asked for originally. Maybe it was because Crishna thought in different planes of existence than her compatriots, maybe it was because she thought the way things were was to be cherished regardless of lip-service, maybe she was of the realm of the true constants.

She pleaded time and time again like clockwork to overlook the lack of praise with her fellow deities to no avail. "It is by their own freewill that they should worship us. Worship by force is a powerless nonexistent force." She would say time and time again but it had been too many times for the other gods to give it any more matter of substance. And so, the she wept as she stood by and watched at a distance her creations be altered in a way that displeased her.

Crishna had to do something but could not destroy what was occurring. She could only create or reshape what was once in existence when all of it was done. She hoped that all would not be lost and needed a way to preserve creation. Thus, she created the head collector.

The head collector was a form of what Crishna wished she could act upon but could never be, destruction. But, this was not merely destruction it was preservation. Crishna took a palette of simple matter and turned it into a complex being of divine providence. The humans were to be slaughtered, destroyed, and erased. Crishna intended to do all she could within her power to keep a memory of what had been. Any deities that wished to prevent the task of the head collector would find themselves at odds with the guise of Crishna and would be collected.

Designed in her graven mortal image the head collector pursued with a predestined smite...

Crishna then rested and watched from afar lying in wait for the return of her beloved COLLECTOR.

[Armageddon Steel Legion]

"Oh fuck my life..." The immortal groaned before opening another rift and jumping in, closing it after he arrived back in his plague forest. Meanwhile the Great Plague Demon smashed through buildings as it's body jiggled and danced with fat and organs hanging everywhere. The thousands upon thousands of virus bats then began to block out the sky as they spat toxin's at everyone. The plague warriors fired everything they had at the 50ft God. They would die... But feel no pain as is the way Malice worked.

[Cu Math]

2012, AD
Diactus materialized as his usual phantasmagora of multiple colors and spheres right above the battle. He had been too busy playing with the humans' minds to pay much attention to the debate about destruction, but the sounds of minds fragmenting in terror drew him to New York. He watched, interested in Malice's handiwork. After watching the plague monsters wreak havoc about the city, he made himself know, laughing so that all the Gods around could hear; his voice was like a child, laughing disturbingly sweetly
"That's it, that's wonderful, why didn't I try that?"
He sang a few bars of Sinatra before his voice changed into a haunting hiss
"I wonder if they can see me!"
He focused his energy on the Plague Demon, descending on it, searching for that dim flicker of a mind. The little glimmer that he loved to break in twain.

[Mishmahig]

New York City

Khasku smiled viciously as she witnessed Malice fleeing through another of his portals, Headed back to his plane and his precious plague forests, no doubt, she thought triumphantly. He truly has no guts for real battle, then. A serene, peaceful smile on her face, she sought to restore some semblance of order to the war-torn city around her, snickering slightly at the irony of a goddess of nature rebuilding a city of iron. Directing her minions, she took back the energy she granted them, pulling in her split consciousnesses back within her mind. The grasses shrank and returned to their lush greeness, and the trees groaned and creaked, thrashing viciously before returning to their dull and still state, the last drop of Khasku's energy squeezed out of their veins.

Reveling in her victory, she felt a sudden surge of goodwill, and turned to the last of Malice's creatures, the Plague-infested humans. Raising her hand to smite them to dust, she was struck by a sudden emotion, the same emotion that caused her to create the world in the first place. Pity stayed her hand and stirred her heart, shifting and changing her views of the world, and of humans. For long seconds, she stood still, until at last she lowered her hand, slowly. Instead of destroying the humans, she decided to salvage them, for after all, they were partly her creations....

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South America, Aftermath of Geomboa's Earthquakes

Chaos and destruction remained of what was once a bustling and lively city. Instead of parades and marketplaces, the streets were instead filled with thousands of screaming people, fleeing their collapsing homes and the spreading fires that threatened to burn out of control. They fled by the hundreds and thousands, spilling out into the streets and struggling with every step, choking on the dust-filled air. Their possessions, and oftentimes their families, left behind, they could only look forward, at the next step, and sometimes the step after that.

Yet, a far more gruesome fate faced many, as Geomboa's creations swarmed through the streets of the rapidly-collapsing city, striking at every human they could reach. Thousands more died at the rapid venom of their fangs, or crushed by their implacable coils, their screams so loud as to be almost silent. As bad as things were in the city, however, the scene was worse in the jungles around the suburbs. As the refugees fled along the roads and trails leading out of the area, the jungle closed around them, the trees forming an impenetrable wall. For a time, the lush undergrowth quivered and jerked as the air was filled with terrible, inhuman screams, but the noise eventually died away as the air grew still once more. Khasku, or the portion of her consciousness that resided there, would suffer no more intruders, certainly not on this scale.

Hey guys, idea----Let's fix up NYC, summon the demi-gods, and give them a chance to redeem humanity. Give them the memory of what happened in NYC (but wipe it from other people) as a warning of what will happen if they don't succeed. Then BAM! we have a quest for the demi-gods, amusement for the Gods, and everyone wins.

[Armageddon Steel Legion]

Malice then opened one last portal and jumped out behind Khasku, raising his virus rope, he then attempted to wrap it around her waist and if that worked... He would then drag her back into his plague domain. The Greater Plague Demon chuckled, his mind putting up a barrier while he then picked up a few Plague warriors and threw them into buildings, turning them into Plague Engines. The virus bats then flew towards the centre of the city before exploding, covering it in disgusting muck. So ended the invasion of NY.

[Kershya]

Seeing how everyone seems to start doing what they want, Kerath went and protect his favorites. Officially, he's not against anyone, since he sees their opinions as all equally valid, whether its logical, or rational is another matter. Unofficially, he decides to save most, if not all, of his favorites.

Asia, land of the orient, where the sun rises, where tradition and the past was once in power, and where it will be again, and where his chosen mostly live and known in their legends.

Japan, China, Tibet, Mongolia, Laos, Thailand, Cambodia, Korea, India, Pakistan, Bangladesh, Malaysia, Indonesia, Sri Lanka, Brunei, Philippines, Myanmar, Nepal, Bhutan, Vietnam and Taiwan, the nations that he sees as Asia, and how he will prevent its destruction.

Change is a tricky concept. For possibly everything and possibly nothing is known in it. He gave the leaders, whether it be those in power, or those he chose to be in power, of the chosen nations a choice.

"... Wear the mask of protection and I will protect your nation, or wear the mask of retaliation, and fight my siblings in battle." To the Emperor of Japan, to a young child who will be the future Emperor of China, to a member of the discredited Korean Monarchy, to the President of the Philippines, to the Dalai Lama, to a kid who will be the future Khan of Mongolia, and many others. They all chose the mask of protection.

Using an Asian map, all Kerath will do is simple. First he change the boundaries, from lines on a map into very powerful barriers. Second, is the return of the shapeshifters, who are known as the supernatural beings of Asia. He then gave them a symbol of their power, which differ to each nation, a pendant to the young child, the Mandate of Heaven, a Buddhist rosary to the Dalai Lama, and other items. These items are only powerful in their respective nations, but with the barriers in place, it is almost impossible to for them to enter and/or leave anyway.

There is chaos, yes. When they see a force field that looks like an aurora, when nearly nothing goes in or out of them, when some people become werewolves, or kitsunes, or aswangs, etc. This is sudden change. There is no order in sudden change, only gradual change has order.

[Zionale]

Nous stood in silent anger as he realized that his fellow deities paid him no heed. Noiz looked upon the Earth and saw the devastation of New York City. Noiz could tell from the look of the city alone that Malice had been behind this. Noiz's gauntlets balled into fists, Malice had caused so much destruction and didn't invite Noiz to take part in it. Noiz gathered his strength and transported himself to New York City. When Noiz crashed into the ground he paused to take in the sight of the city burning. Noiz took in a deep breath and exhaled in joy, it had been too long since the deities waged war and their creations slaughtered each other across the planet. Noiz silently walked across the burning skyscrapers and apartments of New York and enjoyed the sight, the only thing that was angering Noiz was the fact that he had been excluded from the carnage.Until Noiz caught a glimpse of a plague warrior, Noiz's eyes glowed as they were laid upon the disgusting creation of Malice. Noiz tightened his grip around his axe and charged at the plague warrior, by the time the infested human turned to see its doom it had already been sliced in half by Noiz's blade. Then, for good measure, Noiz grabbed the upper half of the plague warrior with his free hand and increased the temperature of the creatures blood. Everything organic in the plague warriors upper body had melted into a sickly green ooze and piled before Noiz's armored boots. Noiz breathed in deeply as he reveled in the killing of the plague warrior. Noiz then concentrated to find even more of Malice's remaining soldiers. Noiz was the creator of the very blood that flowed in the veins of all the mortal creatures in this world. As such, Noiz could feel the creatures who's blood had been tainted by Malice's disease. Noiz picked up the 'scent of several more creatures and chuckled a bit to himself. This whole mess was reminding Noiz of the age where the deities fought over who would control the new world. Noiz gathered his strength and leapt of the ooze-covered skyscrapers and land a few feet away from a pack of three more plague warriors. Noiz charged at them and hacked them to pieces while gleefully laughing at the creatures attempts to kill him. When Noiz was finished and each of the three plague warriors had been hacked into, at least, five pieces, he screamed into the sky in complete joy with his grating voice. "Blood, violence, destruction!" Noiz passionately screamed "How I missed your scent and feel! Your blessed sounds and blessed appearance!" Noiz bowed his head in respect of his virtues and continued leaping across the beleagured city and slaughtering any plague warrior that he found.

[Cu Math]

Diactus chuckled, his attribute that of a child still
"how cute...he put up a barrier"
Diactus reformed his swirling mass into a fog around the Greater Plague Demon, enveloping it. Diactus' voice changed to a malicious hiss
"you honestly believe you can defeat the God of Madness? Or am i god of pancakes? point is, I ALWAYS WIN!"
With these words, Diactus burrowed in, pushing against the barrier in the Demon's brain, humming the same repetitive showtune, a malicious but effective strategy for destroying minds.

[Videssos]

Cotillion watched the unfolding destruction as the other gods took part in defeating Malice.
As he saw the plague whip encircle Khasku, he streaked down from the sky. Shadowy tendrils streaked out behind him; he bled power, staining the air like black ink in a pool of water, as he blurred down towards Malice's portal and the nearby Khasku. Cotillion's sentient rope suddenly lengthened, and shot forward, roping itself around Malice's neck and tightening with seemingly impossible strength. The god of Shadow, Darkness and Assassins yet neared Malice, and his other hand held a dagger of ethereal design, poised to whirl forward. Blades of pure darkness whirled around him as if conjured from nowhere, and some flew towards the plague whip, whilst others headed for Malice with pinpoint precision. At the back of his mind, his servants whispered. Creatures and beings of the supernatural and natural variety who dwelt in the dark, and the shadows, told him of other things going on. So too, did supernatural assassins who knew him as their god. Humans; even assassins of their kind, had long forgotten him of course. Such was the way of things, and such would they change again. The whispers told him that Geomboa was heading for Asia after wrecking havoc in South America. Once Cotillion had dealt with the little problem here, he would head back to one of his abodes; the Bhangarh fortress in India, where in secret chambers whose cursed and tainted passageways hadn't been walked in centuries, lay the Throne of Night. He also had several places in Europe, the Middle East and North Africa, but that was one of the most important, and it was in Asia.

[Kershya]

Kerath watch at the chaos of the sudden change that hit Asia. The Chinese president being forced to become a regent to a ten year old boy, the Dalai Lama back to his throne in Lhasa, forced to return as the head of state, the Japanese emperor becoming known as the Kitsune Emperor with the Shinto faith being rework to say that the imperial line has the blood of Amaterasu and Inari, India becoming a constitutional elective monarchies, Pakistan becoming a Sultanate, Mongolia falling into anarchy as the future Khan starts gathering allies, a second civil war in Korea as the Monarchists, Democrats, and Communists made a three way war, etc.

Change is needed, he thought, whether good, or for ill. At least the boundaries would prevent most of the possible damage from the actions of others.

[The Just and the Corrupt]

"Oh fuck my life..." The immortal groaned before opening another rift and jumping in, closing it after he arrived back in his plague forest. Meanwhile the Great Plague Demon smashed through buildings as it's body jiggled and danced with fat and organs hanging everywhere. The thousands upon thousands of virus bats then began to block out the sky as they spat toxin's at everyone. The plague warriors fired everything they had at the 50ft God. They would die... But feel no pain as is the way Malice worked.

Merva ducked out of the air, landing swiftly on Pan'deimos' shoulder, unfurling an umbrella out of his staff to protect him from the quite literally acid rain, using the larger god as a shield. Not that he would probably mind. And if he did, well, he could always give him a few humans towards that chess set of his. He already he had several sets, himself.
"...Just going to let you deal with these, yes...?" He turned his gaze back on their surroundings, watching out for any small movements that may be attributed to another god making a move on the now-most-likely-doomed city, and absentmindedly wondered which pudding he would make that night.

[Utceforp]

"Oh fuck my life..." The immortal groaned before opening another rift and jumping in, closing it after he arrived back in his plague forest. Meanwhile the Great Plague Demon smashed through buildings as it's body jiggled and danced with fat and organs hanging everywhere. The thousands upon thousands of virus bats then began to block out the sky as they spat toxin's at everyone. The plague warriors fired everything they had at the 50ft God. They would die... But feel no pain as is the way Malice worked.

Merva ducked out of the air, landing swiftly on Pan'deimos' shoulder, unfurling an umbrella out of his staff to protect him from the quite literally acid rain, using the larger god as a shield. Not that he would probably mind. And if he did, well, he could always give him a few humans towards that chess set of his. He already he had several sets, himself.
"...Just going to let you deal with these, yes...?" He turned his gaze back on their surroundings, watching out for any small movements that may be attributed to another god making a move on the now-most-likely-doomed city, and absentmindedly wondered which pudding he would make that night.

"With pleasure." With a flick of his hand, Pan'deimos completely oblitered almost all of the moisture in the air. He also raised the temperature of the city by several degrees, and turned towards the Greater Plague Deamon, using his power to start several fires on its skin. "You want to see what humans can do when they're not running from you? Let's find out." Pan'deimos used his powers to go deep inside the minds of the humans around him, to the instincts and impulses, his domain. All he did was simply switch the "flight" response to a "fight" response, and overrided any empathy the humans felt for each other, but it made a big difference. Instead of running in terror, the humans began savagely and relentlessly attacking the invaders, with feral fury. Pan'deimos, just for fun, compelled a mother of twins to throw her two babies at the approaching plague demon. "That's a very nice army you have there." He said while setting fires across the city. "Be a shame if something were to happen to it." Explosions rocked the streets. "Oh, I think your warriors are a little sick." Pan'deimos said while plague creatures attacked his ankles. "I think... I think they are a little hoarse." The plague creatures around him turned into ponies, and Pan'deimos began to giggle. However, he was only trying to aggravate Malice, or "trolling" as kids today call it, he wasn't actually doing any damage. Not yet, anyway.

[Hamste]

Chemosh smiled as he walked around NYC picking up the dead bodies of Plague Warrior and transforming them into zombies. He sent them off into the ocean towards paris. He had the feeling most would end up truly dead before they reached his catacombs but the ones that did survive would be quite useful. After he was done he headed to Paris to reanimate the dead that were collected so they could collect even more bodies. He might even start spreading them to the other cities so he could get more troops. He then returned to NYC to see if there was anymore dead.

[The Just and the Corrupt]

Merva giggled at the quite terrible pun.
"Not too bad..." He acknowledged, thinking of his own. "...Though it was as rather pun-gent as the smell around here. And I think they might be 'coffin' a little." And with the second of his terrible puns, he teleported several of the wooden boxes from a nearby mortuary, changing the knowledge and creating lies that they had been exactly in the place they had been left. They fell from the sky, squashing warring humans and plague-warriors alike. He adjusted his hair, and giggled.
"...Your move, Pan'dy."

[Armageddon Steel Legion]

"Guh!"Malice grunted and grabbed the rope, bringing his scythe up he then grinned before turning into a green goo, moving across the ground and behind Keh again. "DEMONS TO ME! WARRIORS TO HELL." He bellowed out as the warriors and demons looked upwards and all began to run towards him. The Greater Demon jiggled as the babies bounced off his organ then gripped his head, slicing his sword through a building. It crashed to the ground after the 150ft demon then jumped up and landed on his belly, exploding and covering the city in acid. The remaining Plague warriors began to jump through rifts, dragging their newly created brothers and sisters with them.

[The German Socialist Republic]

Al-Perun looked down at the flaming city of New York. He had always hated the city, and its blasphemous "sky"scrapers. But he had always only watched in displeasure. But now? Now during cataptrophe was the time to strike. Spinning his fingers he generated a category 5 hurricane sbout the city, and tornadoes with the strength to tear down buildings. He unleashed this upon the city, slaughtering humans and the other gods servants without differantation made at all.

[Mishmahig]

New York City

A blur. That was all the warning Khasku received as Malice's virus rope hissed through the air behind her. Acting quickly, she raised a rudimentary shield around her, the energy coursing and settling on her form, creating a glowing green shell that surrounded Khasku. The virus rope whipped around her waist, and the entire scene seemed to slow to almost nothing, as she looked down it in shock, her mouth opening to shout something, her hand raised to take action, but Malice got there first. With a brutal twist and pull, he sent the virus rope spinning, carrying Khasku with it, directly into a portal. The last thing that any onlookers would have seen before the portal closed, was an image, a split-second image of Khasku, her eyes wide with terror, her arms outstretched, pleading for help as her golden hair billowed behind her. The portal slammed shut behind her, sealing Khasku in realm of plague.

Plague Realm

Malice was the god of diseases and pestilences, so it should have come as no surprise that his vaunted and famous 'plague gardens' were not lush places, filled with plants growing and animals gamboling, as the sun shines down on the entire scene. Instead, what faced Khasku was one of her nightmares. The garden was a macabre paradise of death and pestilence. Flies, thousands and millions of them, swarmed the air, filling it almost completely with their sheer numbers. Above them, the insect-ravaged canopy of leaves blocked almost all view of the dark and grey clouds, omnipresent on this plane. Beneath her shell, defiled fungi and twisted, rotten vines warred for control of the mouldering ground, puffing out vile clouds of spore that drifted over the muddy and slow-moving rivers that were choked with debris. The plane was diametrically opposed to Khasku, and she could feel it pushing at her, seeking to expel her, to destroy her, a force of malevolence and hatred. Shaking slightly, she slid down to the bottom of her shell, and stared at her trembling hands, hoping against hope that one of her fellow deities would find her....somehow.

Earth

The absence of Khasku was an almost unprecedented event, having occurred only once before in humanity's history. That time of horrible suffering and chaos was blamed on the ancient greek gods of Persephone and Demeter, but it was truly Khasku who was to fault. Her footsteps, her presence, her energy was necessary for the plants and animals of the world. She was the one who led the battle against global warming, deforestation, while also ensuring humanity received excellent harvests, to avoid more famine and disease.

And now, she was gone, abducted to Malice's plane of existence, her energy gone with her. The effect was instantaneous and startling, as plants and animals the world-over began to droop and drop. The harvests acted as if there was a drought upon the land, much to the puzzlement of the farmers in the fields. Trees in the timberyards collapsed under their own weight, to the delight of the lumberjacks. Entire groups of animals simply stopped and wandered, aimless and directionless, falling prey to the hunters. Across the world, life cried out for Khasku, for her direction and aid, but Khasku could not answer.

No, life's not wiped out overnight, it's just not flourishing as well as it should. Bad harvests, directionless animals, etc, etc. If she goes missing for years, it will be as if the world is in an eternal winter-ish thing, with regards to life. Just to clarify. No massive deaths from this.

[Alowwvia]

The eyes of the God of messengers twinkle subtly. A message flying across space and time; a cry for help. From another God, it would seem. A message slipped from another realm, the one of Plague. The giant's bleached-white skull turns up into the moonlight, looking into the sky as the bustling city of Chicago buzzes below, the sound of sirens growing omnipresent. Around Baupet, dozens of civilian and military helicopters flew around him as he rested atop the tallest building in the city, trying to get a better look at him.

He could sense the messages the humans had sent unto him. Message of fear and despair. 'Where is our God!?' they wonder. And they cry, they break; when he must sorrowfully deliver them the truth. To have their religion destroyed was far too much for the hearts of many, and a great despair had been cast across the Earth. Try as he might, Baupet could only help to soothe those who would open up to him. Thankfully, many people would, and now, they were trying to understand him.

The dim red pupils of Baupet's eyes suddenly catch a view; a white news helicopter with the letters 'CNN' emblazoned on the side has strayer closer to his face than normal. He angles his head back down, letting his eyes meet it.

'You look too scary to be on our side,' Came many messages.

"I know. This is my form, and it is fearsome. But I am gentle." The God tries again, to reassure. "If I wished you destroyed, I would have done so. But I do not. I care for your people," He transmits, towards to minds of all those who chose now to receive his message. "I wish to help humankind in this battle, and defeat my arrogant brethren. Already they have extinguished a million lives with as much value as their own, and pompously believe they deserve love, fear, or worship. They deserve none." The dim red within his eyes glows.

In TV's across the world, images of a ravaged New York play across television screens, followed with images of the devastation in South America. People weep for those lost, and, as Baupet can sense, justifiably fearing for their own survival. He tries again to calm them. "Know this. Though these Gods are powerful, they are not invincible. We may work together, and send them back to the void. We may fight; and we may win."

There was great terror in people's hearts, but Baupet had begun to give them hope. Many now believed that all would not be lost, that there was still a chance. Humanity's heart began to harden again, and Baupet's eyes shimmered. "Let us send these beings a message, that all sentient life is equal; not to be trifled with for amusement or unjust Revenge. Take up arms," He calls to the human race. "Against those who would be your enslavers!" A pair of limbs reach upward towards the moon. If he'd had lips, Baupet would've smiled, as he sensed cheers. Billions of cheers, directed at him, for his words, for the hope he put into people.

Within moments, Baupet had paid close attention to the messages from the minds of military and political advisers, and directed them all. He gave implicit instructions on how this war would be fought, and what sort of casualties they could expect. It looked grim-- 2-3 Billion casualties world-wide, was the estimate. But... it was either that, or total extinction.

Baupet hoped he had overestimated.

[Adenian]

It was dark where Darksk'y was, on earth. He'd given up dealing with the other gods for a short while, visiting a Zoo. Naturally he was drawn to the wolf exhibit, where he found joy and happiness for the first time in a while, gently playing and romping with his creation. He could have sworn one or two wanted to be his mate, and he laughed every time they tried forcing themselves upon him. He loved his dogs, and they, as always, loved him back. He took note of 3 particular wolves that weren't as tainted by Humanity as the rest, and took note of them. He bid farewell and moved on to another Zoo in the dark, visiting those Wolves as well. These were heavily tainted; he felt that as soon as he got near. However not by humanity, these were tainted with bloodlust ferocity. He read a sign on the fence and took note that these were going to be humanely put down. He sighed. He still heavily resented the god that put such anger into his dogs, he had yet to find out just who did that. He glanced at the tainted dogs, and moved on to other Zoos, taking note of the dogs that were as least corrupted as possible.

[Asterdan]

Proselyte stood in the Realm of the Gods, upset that the others had deemed it necessary to go on and attack the Earth. Proselyte didn't want the world destroyed for multiple reasons.

1) He WAS the God of Compassion, so it was in his nature.
2) The Merpeople and Dragons were still loyal.
3) They ALL had blood-children on this world and
4) The artifacts.

If they destroyed the world, the artifacts would be destroyed. If the artifacts were destroyed, then the original deity would be released. The All-Father would return. Odizeus would be revived. Odizeus was the one who created the deities. He was the Supreme Being.

Originally, there was nothing, only Odizeus. He grew bored and created thirteen seperate universes. In each one, he caused nothing but chaos. Eventually, however, even they bored Odizeus. To remedy this, he created 'children' for himself. The first was Proselyte. He was mostly grown by the time Odizeus created the others. Proselyte traveled the universes, and helped them rebel against Odizeus. They provided the distraction necessary for Proselyte to destroy the All-Father. So it appeared anyway. He knew that Odizeus was invincible and couldn't die. Proselyte decided to simply seperate his powers into the artifacts of all of the deities.

Odizeus' last words were that he swore to destroy them all. Suddenly, he knew what he had to do.

"Sarah, Randall, all Demigods." He called out, "Come to me!"

[The Just and the Corrupt]

"Sarah, Randall, all Demigods." He called out, "Come to me!"

(OOC: No idea if anyone remembers little demi-god Artie but here he is...)

Artie blinked. It was somewhat of a message, echoing... like a thought, really. He shook his head, telling himself he was imagining it. And then he suddenly wasn't stood in the helicoptor anymore.

His first reaction was: oh, a giant octopus-man. That's not normal. He almost thought about shooting it- carrying several guns on his personage was useful in a bizarre situation- and then realised it was possibly a dream. That he might have just... fallen out of the coptor, and hit his head, which would have been likely, the way he had been hanging out of it to watch, except he didn't fall off things. Or drugs, that was a good one. But he hadn't touched them for a long time. Not since the last accident. Maybe he had altitude sickness or something. Or it was a dream.

He immediately smacked himself on the forehead, and yelped. Nope. It's real, at least.

And so to preserve his dignity, he did the only thing he could. Nodded at the octo-face, gave it an informal salute, and spoke.
"So... what's up?"

[Tau Ceti III]

"Sarah, Randall, all Demigods." He called out, "Come to me!"

Mary heard a strange message and was a little hesistant, but went. She saw Proselyte and recognized the god. "You're Proselyte," Mary said. "The God of Compassion... What do you want?"

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Geomboa reached the shore of Japan and entered a nearby city. He started creating more earthquakes powerful enough to start destroying buildings. He had done the same chanting he had done in Caracas. The Snake God of Earth didn't know that one of the other gods was in the area, and not that far away. All the god want was for humanity to go back to, as they called it, 10 000 BC and decided to save several places for last.

[Kershya]

Change is a tricky concept. Sensing an earthquake in Japan, Kerath entered the Imperial palace, where the emperor is in pain. The item has made him one with the people and the land after all, other than becoming very powerful in it.

Looking at the devastation, Kerath then put on the mask of regression and change the earthquakes into minor tremors, then put on the mask of repair and change the destruction into minor undamaged buildings. Those that died are still dead though, he remembered what happened when he dance the line between life and death.

As the God of Opposites, he found a way to make sure the others won't try and destroy his favorites. Between the opposites of laws that can not be broken, and laws that can be broken, he added a sentence on those that can not be broken. "Any deity who tries to cause devastation within the protected nations will cause none." And it went into effect.

[Murgoth]

gods council room
Bruce looked up from the sheet with strange writing to hear a summoning. strange, he had forgotten he was in the gods councilroom. the writing had just been so fascinating...
Bruce put the sheet into his pocket, shoving it as far as it could go.
he walked over to the... giant octopus? well, it wasn't as if things would get saner if he just stopped beleiving in them. he had already tried that.
"right, Octopus, I'm here."

somewhere near Cape Horn
damnable snake! It had slowed down John immensely with it's chaos creating. he had had to take the time to convince news networks across the continent that it was some new mega-fault that had caused the earthquake, as opposed to the giant flying serpent some claimed to have seen. At least they wouldn't be hunting gods now. unless the idiots didn't clean up new york. which was likely. why could no-one except him seem to remain sane! HE was supposed to be the insane one!
grumbling, John started his flight towards africa. if some unhinged god had started to mess with the continent, no one had told him about it yet.