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“Just like...that? ” Creation lifted an eyebrow with amuse while looking down at the mortal. "I don't recall snapping. Verbal and somatic components are not alway necessary to the 'magic' as you might call it. "

Only it wasn't really magic. 'Magic' as a term gave the impression that the process was unnatural or forced. The will that stretched out the power and influence like opening a bloom. "But that isn't what you are asking. Yes, I am the Maker. I make. Trees, flowers, birds, beasts, buildings, oceans, comets, planets, sun and moons, the march of hours and even gods. Into each and every piece that exists, there is a part of me. "

“Back me up....That's a little more complex. If by backing up you believe and imply that I am master of puppets, or looms or otherwise controlling and directing the happenings and choices of all that is. ”

"They are, in many cases, as broadly found, their magic and being disseminated as their influence and equally able to draw on their powers in a breath. "

"But they do not always agree with me, or my goals. They are always welcome to come to me and air grief and want for change. But I wouldn't call them a back up. It you want to refer to things in that manner, the other gods, the children of my body and children's children, and further are all the primary gods. I am their back up. I am what they and the mortal races govern and struggle within. If all fail, I am still here and all there is continues. "

Duncan chimed in, "Maybe a better explanation is that He's the generator that powers everything. The gods are the vendors that see how that energy is offered. The mortals are the customers that buy the power for their houses. No vendors, the generator's probably still running, but no generator and no one has power and everything goes south. "

“What is this mortal fascination with South being a bad direction? "

Creation looked across the water and gardens where he had been before. What words to offer on surroundings cold where once others had stood. "The halls are full again, and voices ring where there were only echos before. It is as enough to wash away much sorrow. "

"It is all a different view, this gathering of gods and nexus of their dwelling, We were all well forgotten but for pocket societies who'd kept whispers to cling to. Power without names or actualization, like so much foam on the waves. "

"You give name back to one of us and retake a piece of the emptiness- rebuilding the cathedrals of worlds and the stability of the realms. There is nigh no greater sacrifice than that of one life for another. "

Duncan shrugged at the other half of the conversation, "I always took south to mean the big DownUNDER. Ya know, Hell? The your a bad person adn going to burn for all eternity place? So if everything goes south it isn't like directional south so much as celestial metaphysical south. "

"I wouldn't say that a name is wholly the source of the power of a god. It is connected to it. It has to do with the power of True Names. There are names and Names. Names in the greater sense are sources of balance and binding to form. They are identity, self, the rope that can bind the mist of a thing together instead of it falling apart. But they can also, therefore, be something that gives power over the Named one. If a True Name is known, then the rope can be broken or manipulated. Or threatened to be broken or manipulated. "

"Many of the oldest things have True Names, and that is why they guard them so from any not of closest bonds. "

Duncan chimed in again, "Not like the way we know it, but Underworld does judge peeps and send 'em on to just reward or punishment. So the fire and brimstone and layers and stuff are like humans played telephone with the original story and a couple bajillion eons later we're all thinking theirs little red men with pitchforks."

"There was a separate realm, not part of the underworld that could be analogous to your hell. Many differing ageless immortal races war and strive there, looking, acting and for all intents and purposes could be identified as your 'demons' or 'devils'. And the do steal, collect, and trade in souls of mortals. They also consume them. They are often at odds with Underworld and the Spirit Guide, and harry their paths. "

"Some truth becomes subjective from distance. In some times of their wars, the princes of the abyss have abode in Underworld and won lands under siege there. Not often. There are arguements also that the more a thing in believed, the more energy shifts to make it so. "

Duncan shrugged enthusiatically, "I'm always here and there, but I usually conk out out here in the free air or one of the tea houses. Keepin the one?"

"Saying my name gets my attention, though I cannot always promise to bodily attend an answer. I try to visit the gardens with the help of my Pillar as I can. I have apartments as most of the gods where I can be sought as well. "