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 Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 7:48 pm
The new Axiom world news, but with the added touch of a point of view.
All news here will be written in RP-form, narrated and watched by the perspective of someone present.
Index:
#1. GODS, DEVILS AND MORTAL MEN
#2. THE RISE OF THE VYSANI ETELIER
#3. THE NATIONS BENEATH THE SEA
#4. THE CHOICE
#5 TEMPUS INEXSTINCTUS
#6 THE GREAT UNITER - KENAI'S RESURGENCE
#7 GOD-KINGS AND GOD-SIZED DESTRUCTION
#8 THE TRUTH IS . . .
#9 "Let it all... Die."
#10 "THE INHERITANCE"
#11 "THE FALL OF THE SUN GOD"
#12 "THE CHANGE"
#13 "THE BACK HAND OF GOD"
#14 "KINGS OF THE EAST"
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 8:14 pm
GODS, DEVILS, AND MORTAL MEN From the perspective of Jason, of Gettera, in Southern Nocturne
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2014 9:57 pm
THE RISE OF THE VYSANI ETELIER From the perspective of Gaston I, King of Fraxen
The morning rays were glorious, and long. Endless, we believed. The darkness was expunged by the light, Elessia beckoning the moon to sleep for all the eve. The sun was high in the sky for over thirty-one hours. It was to be Osiris, against the Nox of Luimira. Sadly, Elessia only gave us a taste of the light, then pushed the sun back into place. She has been graceful so far, but very demanding. We do not deserve, and we are not entitled. We gain through action, she tells us. Fraxen is what we make it to be. I understand that, though I wouldn't mind a little help. The nation grows ever more difficult to manage, a mortal creature such as I guiding and commanding over two hundred million souls. Some of them, I dare say, supernaturals. I have grown fascinated with these creatures, and as they encroach upon our most Holy city, I have asked my inquisitors to bring some to me; I requested a vampire, a lycan, an incubus and a diabolus. The Diabolus will be difficult, the others not so much. I can't dare think what the church would say if they discovered my bringing of demons into the castle, but frankly I don't care. As time passed by, they lost their power. Elessia speaks to me, answers to me. She has chosen me as her agent, and she has promised me her mark.
Soon enough, the heart of Fronta will be in my hands, and then the whole world will follow suit.
From the perspective of Genevieve, residing in Luimira City
We've come here, so far. It's dark here, it stinks here. Mikhael can feel a dark energy through the air, though I sure can't. This city is extremely violent, from what I can tell. It is not even regulated -- death is fair game, people kill because of deep pervasive ideologies, not out of simple intentions like robbery or jealousy. They kill because they want to, in their being, in their soul. These people cannot be saved, only expunged. I have been given my mission: it is to destroy Nocturne from within, bring the nation to the brink of anarchy and let the rest happen on its own.
Mikhael fights night and day to make this mission a feasible one. He has warded us, so others cannot discover what we are. He has been preparing spells and baubles that can raze cities to the ground and light the ebon sky ablaze. Unfortunately, until his preparations are complete, I can only wander, wait, listen and be heard. It is maddening to be locked in this box some call a home, look down from my window and see another corpse or another couple grinding mad against a streetlight. You'd expect everyone here to be a teen or a kid -- nope, most of them hit their first century of life quite a long time ago.
From the perspective of Maria, Grand Counsel of Aramil
Is there to be a war within the walls of our Lord's Landing? It seems so, and it has been machinated by the agents of that vicious and bigoted church. There was a team of twelve Nephilim sent into our fair city, and their leaving was followed by anarchy and pestilence. People are suffering, struggling, but not the Vangelis, or the humans. It is the demons, and those who worship them. Aramil is the truest form of progression: we accept all, and love all. There are, however, opponents of our free spirit. They have reared their ugly heads in sight of my eyes, and I can only hope to blind myself from their virulence. It will keep me sane.
Isis has been rather preoccupied with the combat front. Damon has been loaded with letters, to and fro. He wishes to call upon help from other places that still love us -- our colonies on the shore of Amaranthine, our allies in Fraxen. We must restore order, and it will not be alone. Aramil is the penultimate of society, and so all society must lend a hand to guide us into our future.
For now, I will stand alone, as the nation's unspoken and unanointed Queen.
From the perspective of Elessia, the Goddess of Justice and Punishment
The other lands run red with the blood of pagans, infidels and those who would see themselves raped by the essence of Kala. We have freed them from this burden, and may they rot in hell. All is out of my hands now, and I have done enough for a lifetime, and so I will not be seen until the sun is dry of energy and the land dries too, scarred and scarce of resource. However, others have begun to do my work. Solaris descends, and with her the trumpets of war. The next phase of our crusade begins: Vysani Etelier, Solaris's declaration of segregation.
Any who, by circumstance or choice, choose to follow a path not of our Lord... will be given a harsh, swift, and reckoning judgment.
xxSUMMARY
The agents of Elessia have been planted in Nocturne. The King of Fraxen quests for world domination. Aramil's capital city, Lukhan's Landing, has been thrown into anarchy by agents of the Vangelist church. Elessia leaves Fraxen behind, and so Solaris rises . . .
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 8:06 am
THE NATIONS BENEATH THE SEA From the perspective of West, Emperor of Aramil
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2014 8:31 am
THE CHOICE From the perspective of Jasper, Host of EnvyI have been lost for quite some time. Not literally, but in my mind. My decisions as of late have been... unclear. Shady, at best. I am no Paladin. Paladins fight for what is right, for what is holy and just. For justice.I have indulged myself for years since my turning. The ritual changed my life forever. It has caused me to do things I would have never have dreamed of. I slept with Kings, Princesses and Emperors and the like, I've reveled in blood and sex. I allowed myself to stand by while the nation I built killed thousands of Yuranite soldiers and citizens simply because they weren't content with their borders. They wished to expand. So they attacked the weakest nation. They preyed on the weak. An unjustifiable act of tyranny and corruption. Everything I vowed to stand against.
My father was right. It was time I made a decision as to how I'm going to live my life. I'm not going to just wander around anymore. I'm going to uphold my vows to the Paladin Order of Fronta. To protect the weak. To purge the wicked. To smite all that is unjust. To use my curse in my favor. My place is here, in Pronta. I will oppose any and all Aramilian forces. Take it as an invitation. Come in the thousands. It will all be the same. You will all die.
SUMMARY
Jasper vows to protect Pronta from Aramil's expansion, no matter what the cost.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2014 6:53 pm
TEMPUS INEXSTINCTUS From the perspective of Niraliel, Goddess of TimeAll things waver. Some with great pronunciation, some with little notice but the ticking of a clock. Yes, all things indeed do waver, even the life of the Creator God Michael. I knew all this time of his sacrifice, because I had gone back thousands of years past to experience it . . . I knew of how he created Kala by the trickery of his darker half, Narathos, that scheming monster within our midst.
I had always known it would come to this.
Our people bleed, the men and women of Axiom. The Gods have entered a state of anarchy. Justor and Solonor have left Vangelism entirely, creating their own arrogant religion. Elessia has betrayed our Creator in favor of her ruthless ambitions. A demon rules Fraxon, our holy land. There is no hope left. I am the Goddess of Time, Hope and Truth, and yet I say that. I cannot pull something from nothing.
I only have one seed left in this world that may plant a new bloom. And so that is why I send you this missive, Nai, for you and I together may bring back the order of Heaven. Meet me at the top floor of the Tower of Sin. It is ironically the only place where Narathos cannot observe us.
xxSUMMARY
Niraliel, the most powerful loyal angel remaining, beseeches an audience with Nai.
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___youwillknownihilism Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2015 9:08 pm
THE GREAT UNITER - KENAI'S RESURGENCE From the perspective of Dominus the King of Monsters, Protector of the Queen of KenaiI am Dominus, King of Monsters. I have lived a small 23 years on this earth, but in my short span of time, a blink of an eye on a worldly scale, I have seen many things great and terrible. I am widely regarded as the most powerful of my kind in the world, and yet there is one stronger, the one who gave me a chance at life. The Great Uniter of Kenai. The Queen of the Beastfolk. Slayer of Kaminae. Her name is Maria Kal.
Growing up in Aramil, she was made aware by her superiors that places like Kranilla and Yuran were doomed to remain weak, obscure as long as they continued to exist as they did. Pretenders sat on either throne, men of no claim, women of no substance played at ruling while their people grew weak, like insects. Eventually, Maria rose in rank and was sent on the first of her career defining missions: Killing the Mad King Devrin. It was no challenge for us, my dragonkin proving to be weak, just like Pronta. Even when driven out by Jasper, Maria would not be shaken from her warpath. The Queen to be was introduced to the man who would become King in the East, Akeem, and along with a pair of other like minded individuals launched the first true God Raid, slaying Kaminae, tearing the connection between demons and Kala forever. This is when I felt the true ambition rise in her, and pride matching my own began to leak through her. When she was made a vassal to West and went to unite Kenai, I saw her eyes and hunger grow. She was poised to be come the Queen of beasts.
The two nations she would preside over were seperate based on principle, different and ornery in many ways, and these were the main hurdles she would leap, with my guidance and council of course. So she began in the mountains of Pronta City, where communities within the great city were engaged in a political war, Matriarchs renouncing the djinn, Djinn renouncing all women, Kiranu being openly discriminated against all over, and Humans generally not being respected among supernaturals, nor did they respect any others. In religious terms Maria was deeply hated by the sheer amount of vaet nocturnum there, as she was in fact a vangelist. She looked to the problems facing the other half of Kenai as well, a world of beast men, embroiled in petty squabbles over a throne newly vacated and occupied. As a creature of the forest she knew her call would subdue them, but that wouldn't help the religious tension and racial issues. One common thing holding the world back was it's shortsightedness, and that was were she began.
To start off, when Isabella fell ill Maria took full control of Kenai, officially linking the worlds and denouncing Vaet Nocturnum. She outlawed it's practices entirely, and fully intended to drive any followers out of her cities. It was hard, but with me as a looming threat and both the vangelists and Justoarianists united by the common enemy given to them by Maria, it was stamped our, albeit a bit slowly. Following her three week inquisition, she continued to show her sheer power by crushing any remaining rebellions against the Fraxon empire in Kenai. This took no time at all, as she led these skirmishes herself, leading a conglomerate force of beastmen, elves centaurs, and especially a task force made up of mostly Kiranu and those who once held them in contempt. The Yuranian forces saw them fighting as hard as any other for The Great Uniter, and were accepted more, albeit slowly and through rough tolerance. Speaking of rough tolerance, through these battles, Maria had in fact created a sort of religious ceasefire between Justoarianists and Vangelists in Kenai, which seemed like it would never happen. I saw with my own eyes for the first time in their lives, old Elves and once arrogant and stupid humans throwing down their arms and seeing eye to eye, perhaps even becoming friendly in Kranilla. Likewise a Kiranu governor was elected to represent not only his kind, but the Waktu and several Draconian communities. The final hurdle Maria faced after breaking down the racial and religious walls of society was straightening out the Djinn, who were still antiwoman. She did this in a way that inspired even I a little, and filled me with pride at being her dragon. She challenged the leaders of their community to a battle, surely all of them stronger than a mere woman playing at politics and war. Oh how the mighty fell one by one that day. As she struck them down she offered them a hand to stand again, as members of Kenai who could live as they wanted so long as they oppressed no one. Women could live among them, though they would still opt out of it for fear of the old ways. Now that Kenai was again itself, the joint military would rise as well, boosting both the strength of the nation overall. Maria sits at the top of the hierarchy there, and has made her first true degree. As Queen of the Great Nation Kenai, she openly denounced Nocturne and declared its allies and followers enemies who would find no Solace in her land. A bold move, but with strong followers came confidence, and Maria had plenty of both.
xxSUMMARY
Maria Kal has actually United Yuran and Kranilla, making the nation Kenai stronger on the whole and more contributing to the world. She has also openly shot down all Vaet Nocturnum, as well as the entire kingdom of Noctune. She takes in the refugees of the new regime as well, and plays a dangerous game courting war with them.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2015 12:15 pm
GOD-KINGS AND GOD-SIZED DESTRUCTION From the perspective of Lilith Odam, Captain of Nocturne
Zacariah. The angel torn away from Axiom and thrown in to the darkest and most hellish pits in existence. There he brooded over his abandonment and became as much of a demon as the onese that surrounded him. Once the demons were free to roam our plane He set his eyes on Nocturne and all of Vaet Nocturnum. Zacariah seized power and not a single living being could dare to try and stop him. Not the King Alistair, not even his allies from the east. He addressed his people at once and declared a return to true Vaetian beliefs. The weak were culled and the strong were gathered and made to fight. And fight we did. Now more than ever, Nocturne was a dangerous place to live if you couldn't hold your own. Troves of beings died at the hand of others. Chaos and destruction ran rampant. It was a beautiful time to be alive! All the cries of pain, the grasps for power and the chances for pleasure. Then Zacariah turned it outward. Everyone has to fight, or they die. He unleashed his terror onto the world.
In one year, in a single year, his army brought Yuran to its knees. He sees things that no one else does, understands war, battles, weaknesses and strengths. Zacariah knows the hearts of men and uses that to play to his side. He took one look at the state of the world and made his move. Aramil is too busy trying to conquer and control the east. Kenai's resurgence was too new, too unsteady. He swept away their defenses and rocked the very foundations Yuran was built on. Now he sets his sights on Kranila. But it won't end there. His conquest won't end until he sees Kala's influence spread across all of Axiom, until the light is drained away and there is only darkness.
Or until someone does to him what they did to Kaminae.
xxSUMMARY
Zacariah the God-King has destroyed Yuran with the combined power of himself and Nocturne. He sets his sights on Kranila now. The Fronta Empire isn't as united as it was before, with each kingdom facing its own struggles.
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2015 4:20 am
THE TRUTH IS . . . From the perspective of Duchess Amalie of du San Luna, North Fraxon
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2015 4:25 pm
THE THORNS OF GOD  From the perspective of Daniel
What if we were to create a dome - like with Lukhan's Landing - around Fraxon? Not just the capital, but the whole of the Empire. Keep the evil demons away, keep the faith in. We don't need trade or freedom right now - we need protection. It could be powered by the sun, and - it'd be almost invincible. If I stood in earnest with my winged brothers, even Zachariah wouldn't be able to pierce this barrier. But only if my winged brothers would come.
But what if, worse, a great cataclysm reigns from inside of this bubble that separates us from the world? What if what we believed kept us safe instead destroyed us - razed us with no escape? When Jasper attacked Lukhan's Landing, the people couldn't run from the beast that slaughtered them by the hundreds of thousands. If Narathos and his goons attacked us inside our bubble, there would be nowhere to run. We could be eliminated and assimilated, he'd bring fire to our walls and we'd suffocate for our lack of air.
And the truth is that the sun would never shine on us again, either way, because it would shine only over our little bubble.
I have thought countless hours of how to fix this problem - how to protect Michael's faithful, who are the only truly good people left in the world, because the rest of it reigns in anarchy and death. I realized after these countless hours, though, that the answer is not protection and it's not deflection. It's fighting back. The only way we'll ever survive in this cruel world that wishes to destroy us is by fighting tooth for claw, blood for blood, smothering their flames with molten heat. And so I created an entity, like I always used to, powered by Solonor and Justor and Niraliel too. They gave me their strength when I needed it.
I created . . . a Thorn of God, a wolf that hunts Gods like its predecessors hunted men. A beast that swarms in packs and chases entities ruthlessly - 'til the ends of the earth, always and forever. One that grows in power. One that will always be faithful to its retainer.
And so I gift these wolves to retainers - to those with strength and courage who wish to see the Gods among them lay eternally dormant, back in heaven or hell, or even just in a state of nothingness that paralyzes the senses. It doesn't matter what God you follow, it's time for Michael's dream to come true. All of those who would oppress you must suffer for their sins.
The hunt begins, and the targets? Zachariah, Elessia, Narathos, Kali, Malacai. With their destruction, we will again see a time of peace.
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___youwillknownihilism Captain
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2015 9:28 am
"Let it all... Die." From the perspective of Solaris
I saw it all. I did not interfere, for it was not my place to do so. It was for the same reason that Catherine and Luhkan, who both stood to gain from the death of Zachariah merely observed the massive clashes of energy being traded by some the strongest mortals on the plane as they made their seemingly futile effort. It was almost painful, watching my former brother so darkened, so full of hate. He swung his weapon, fired his pistol, but we all knew it was his time. We all felt it in the winds that day, perhaps even he. Alistair stood firm, avoiding the deadly spear, avoiding the horde. He landed a solid blow, one that seemed to have true effect. My heart sank as I realized what had happened. A parade of night, of one hundred souls wailing through the skys suddenly. His well had been broken, and so his power too waned. He staggered, but did not falter, quick to cast Alistair back with a roar. He would have been upon him again in seconds, but another surprise lay in store. A dimension door opened suddenly, paving the way for Amias, Lilith, Kumori, and Brydent to come in. The horde of demons did not last long at that point. Not with Amias channeling the wild powers of Herod and Kamilla at them. Not with Brydent slinging spells and bullets at the beasts. Not with the soreress Lilith calling the power of stars upon them. Not with Kumori using the massive shadows of the beast to strangle them like tendrils of betrayal. The sound of metal being torn and gore freeing from bodies turned into the bridge of the soundtrack to my former brother's destruction.
Zachariah lashed out suddenly, going for Kumori first in a busrt of speed and malice. The others were slow to react, and Kuori would pay a heavy toll to save his own skin. His sacrifice, however, lead to a sever blow being struck by Alistair, aiming to help his ally but also take down Zach with all his might. The attack was supplemented by Red and Lilith as well, all too much for Zach to shrug off, and possibly fatally wounding him finally after a harsh battle. In a final moment of resistance to his self inflicted destruction, Zachariah raised his spear brionac, filling it with the last of his power, and spoke one last sentence. Let it all... DIE. With that he drove the weapon into the ground, and a mass of power traveled to the very core of Nocturne. As he pumped his energy into the very earth explosions began tearing apart Nocturne. It was his intention to destroy the city itself if he could not rule it, just as he had Yuran. But it would not be so. A trident, filled with vengeful malice and latent energy from another fallen god pierced his chest, tearing his still beating heart free. Maria stood as the one who threw it, Maelstrom. The weapon fashioned from Belfast, the perfect tool to kill Zach as Kaminae still slightly lived within it. All fell quiet.
Zach looked to the moon, dropping his spear, his wings twitching as his life slowly fell from him. He held the gaze of the bright glowing orb, breath becoming heavy. In it he saw eyes taunting him, Justor's eyes looking back at him with judgement. He went to scream but no sound came out. Instead tongues of flame erupted from his mouth, straight into the skies. His wings fell to the ground, his gauntlets broke off. His crown popped from his skull as the fire seemed to be taking his life, revealing his bones beneathe his skin. He turned his eyes to his heart, still beating without him. Dismay left him last, trailing behind the last bit of black and red flames lashing out at the moon as if it could ever reach the heavens above. He fell to his knees as his sight faded from him finally. The heroes gathered as Zachariah's skin left him, leaving only lifeless bones filled with power among his loot. Alistair peeled the heart free and handed the spear to Maria. He set the dark orbs upon it with no emotion, fully apathetic to what it once was and unsure of what he would do with it. The crown was taken by lilith, the Brydant claimed his gun. Amias and Red, the wings and gauntlet. Maria claimed the spear. Perhaps strongest of all were the bones, taken into a mysterious, murky shadow...
With their job done, they all went their separate ways. The reverberations moved far ahead of them however... You see another of my kin was hard at work as well. As Zach died, Niraliel loosed the full brunt of her godly power. I turned my attention southward from the ruinous tribunal and saw a bright white light in the distance. I rose high enough to see what it was that she was doing. Imagine the face those near would have made to see Niraliel turning back the clock. I saw in reverse the damage that was done to Yuran. I watched the city be un-destroyed. Good. Elessia and I had once been there together, plotting our campaign against the demons of the land I had seen be defeated. Now I could finish my work, with my base of operations there. All in time, would bare witness to it all.
xxSUMMARY
Zacariah the God-King is defeated, his well of souls split and his hold over Nocturne, and Axiom, forcibly removed. Niraliel turned back time on the lands he once destroyed using a massive amount of power, bringing the Kingdom of Yuran back to it's former standings of wealth and structural stability. Solaris, under the directive of Elessia, has inhabited Yuran, less as a Sovereign and more as an Inquisitive force against Vaet Nocturnum. Valghast has been destroyed by Brydent and Amias. Luhkahn now resides over Nocturne, with Alistair as true king. Kumori, having lost his arm and eye in the battle follows him with loyalty, at least to the rest of the world. Maria returns as the Queen of Kenai, and with her mountain lands restored, as well as her heart, she seeks to rebuild pronta ambitiously, and has very ambitious plans for the lands... and seas around it.
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2016 11:15 pm
THE INHERITANCE From the perspective of Raphael, the God of Order
From my days as a youth, I have always been a man of ambiguous, flitting faith. I think it's because as an Incubus, I was designed to grow bored of things so quickly. People, partners, professions, everything honestly. I even got bored of myself. Kept changing things about me, coloring my hair, resculpting my face, the proportions of my body. There was a time where I looked slender and naive, and a time I appeared bulky, large and intimidating. My species is known for their whimsical, arbitrary nature. Most people just don't trust you to stick with a long term plan if you say you're an Incubi or Succubi. They put the job to someone else. Of course, one can always learn to fight their nature, but it's always there. I did my best as a King, and then an Emperor. I've been royal since I was born. It bored me since I was born, then it interested me, then it bored me again. I guess the positive thing about being royal for me was that I was always involved in some really blood-pumping s**t. No, really. I was. Knowing that millions of lives rest on your shoulders is exciting as it is emboldening. You become a player in the most dangerous game, and your decisions - as well as their mistakes - have repercussions that can sweep across Empires.
Did you know that I was responsible for the extinction of the Waktu, a race of rabbit-like humanoids? Most people don't know that, but in one of my early invasions of Kranila, I ordered one of my battalions to set fire to the food stores of Kusana City. Turns out, the stores I thought were directly for the city were instead the stores of the Waktu tribespeople, and they quickly fled their villages, starving. Well, of course, my men were ordered to reduce the mobility of Kranila's citizens. So... they struck them down. Every Waktu in Kranila was eradicated. Shortly after, the species went extinct. Not a single one has been seen since then.
I'm not proud of some of the things I've done. High stakes means big losses, and big wins too. I've protected my people from the demons. Probably saved many more millions than I've killed.
Anyway, this is the point I'm getting to: the Incubi play their game. They think they're playing high stakes, treating another life like a playtoy. If they win, the pleasure is theirs, and they can do to this vessel all they please. If they lose, well... sometimes my people don't make it back from their excursions in the countryside. Sometimes a jealous spouse stabs them to death, or the demon is 'exorcised' from them with a blazing rod to the skull. That's high stakes if you think about it from the lens of just an ordinary person, but I've never thought like that. If one person dies in my Kingdom, it's nothing to me. I'm sorry, but it's really not. You can cry all you want, but I said this once a long time ago to one of my advisors, back when I first became King: death is like the blowing of the wind. It's always happening, everywhere, at all times. Even being an Emperor has begun to bore me. Yeah, I've saved millions, but how many mortals have died since Axiom came to be? Billions? Maybe trillions if you count the lands that existed before the flood.
It's not every day though that a God is born, or a God dies. That's just about the highest the stakes can get. It's a befitting fate for a guy like me, who has always tried to raise the bar, that I be involved in something so magnificent. And . . . that someone who schemes as well as I do become involved in the greatest game of all: the intrigue of the Gods.
I have never been on my own. In secrecy, alliances have been formed to topple the new boundaries set by the anarchist and his pawns. No one really wants the world to end. Come on, that would be awful. The game would end. The stories would end. If Michael was good at one thing, it was building a story.
A triumvirate formed to preserve Axiom, and give it to the hands of the mortal-born, the ones born on Axiom. We should decide the fate of this world, because it is ours. The Gods of Old have no place in the Third Plane, tainting its creative freedom. I'm not the only one who thinks this way, either. You'd be surprised how much you can learn about what someone believes over a drink and some cards. I suppose that's always been my talent as an Incubus.
You see, Antony revealed to me a secret that no one else knows: that the heart of Narathos' power exists here, on the Third Plane. That there is a pocket reality within Axiom that hosts a world of raw power. So, I got into contact with some very special people. People I trust to find Axiom interesting enough to not let it fade. People confident enough and powerful enough to drive the world to a new era.
Lilith, Alistair, and the Gods that back them: Catherine and Lukhan. A weird alliance we all ended up forming. Antony and I the poetry of the group, Lilith and Lukhan the charming duo of maniacal fetishists, and Alistair dealing with Catherine as part of a contract he'd made: that she would help jumpstart him to the status of King of Hell.
And you know something interesting?
We found it.
All the power Narathos had begun to store since binding Michael and Kala . . . all the energy he'd carefully sapped from them . . . we found it. And now, all that's left, is to find an adequately ornamented crown now that I'm really in the game of running the world of men.
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___youwillknownihilism Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2016 1:08 pm
THE SUN GOD'S DOWNFALL From the perspective of the Ruler of Vangelism: The goddes Elessia
I have become infinitely tired of those who would call me their enemy. Do they not see the world as I do? The Third Plane will descend into chaos without guidance. It has already named a demon king of an empire spanning it's world. A coalition of demons felled the god-king of Nocturne, Zachariah, my former brother. He, along with the demon of the sea, were weak. They lacked conviction and morality, much as Michael did. When he allowed Kala to exist, when he created the three monsters I allowed to turn on him. Even now they work to let chaos reign. These siblings of mine... if I can even call them that in jest. Antony... he has always been a thorn in the sides of everyone of us. Me most of all with his glory hunting. And Daniel who created some of the worst monsters this plane has ever seen? Those thorns of god who helped hound down Zachariah? How dare he seek to stand against I, Elessia, the Ruler of Vangelism? How could they see themselves in the right when standing against me? I watched from my throne in a Cathedral away from the sight of my charges, the mortals, as they met Niraliel whom taught me to wield my magic alongside Michael. I felt nothing when I saw that broody elf-god there, one who had actively ignored Zachriah's fall from grace, and also allowed countless other evils to go while I fought day in and out against evil. How could he justify standing against me? They schemed together for a fortnight, of what I knew not, nor did I care. They would not raise arms against me, not Antony and his brutish tactics or Daniel with his wild imagination. Justor would not face me alone, which is why he sought out Solonor. What could he think the most absent of all to do now? Solaris, my only ally tells me our inaction was arrogant, that we needed to stop them before they could do anything to hinder our rule. I could not be moved into action against them. Not until I saw the moon move to block the sun. I stood from my chair, finally realizing their gamble. They wagered Justor and Solonor, with the sun managed for the time being, could stop me if they came at full strength. With a single step I bent the world around me, and I stood at the door of my seat of power, looking down on the plane below. Solaris seemed off put by the shield that could hold even I out of Yuran. I opened my mouth to speak then, finally after so long of silence against them. "Solaris. Today... we will make our claim final. We will strike down the sun and moon, regulate them to their jobs and their jobs alone. And when we are done with them we will reign in Antony and Daniel. They will not deny my claim when they see Solonor fall." Solaris pulled her Gladius from thin air in a burst of flames that made my dress and wings alike flow away from her. I smirked. She so enjoyed combat.
In the back of my mind as did I.
We descended from the sky quickly, landing a mile or so above the barrier upon a cloud. There across a sea of white we saw them. Solaris and her weapon, the Sunspear, and Justor with his bow the Nightengale. Neither of us spoke at first as chains of a pure energy even I cannot describe rose from the clouds around me. I sat still, unable to fathom still their foolishness as Solaris bounced to and fro. I decided I would speak first to them. "I am surprised to see you managed to pull yourself from your precious glowing orb in the sky long enough to come here at all, Solonor." As if I spoke poison she turned up her face and aimed her staff at me. A blast of light radiated from the staff and I moved with barely a second to spare aside. Solaris too avoided the attack, but between us the heat was immeasurable. "I will say this one time, sister. Once. And then there will not be another reprieve. Stop this madness and release whatever claim you think you have on the third plane." Justor pulled at the string of his bow and an arrow as faint as the moonlight radiating from the eclipse appeared. I was undaunted. "Ha! You think yourself equal to ME? Able to make ME bow down after you sat down and allowed the world to fall? No no no, this is your fault as much as Michaels. The reason I had to allow that putrid ******** Incubus c**t, and his insufferable ilk to sit on the throne and aid in defending the plain. You are in no position to rule over me, Solonor. And you Justor? You stand here against me for love? You would allow the world to FAIL for your love of her when I AM CLEARLY THE ONLY ONE WHO COULD EVER HOPE TO BRING THIS WORLD BACK FROM THE BRINK?" I roared back as space itself around us began to shake. "No, solonor, today YOU fall in line." Justor seemed put off as he looked to his greatest friend and love. The one who brought him from loneliness. "You have truly gone mad, Elessia. You were to use your power to herald an invasion into the second plane, into hell to destroy the demons and yet here you stand against us." "No!" Solaris interrupted as she took a step forward in the cloud-born battlefield. "The plane has become overrun entirely with chaos and anarchy at the fault of none but you all and your unending impartiality! You claim you wanted an invasion, but what became of Zachariah! You left him and didn't answer when we called ourselves into action. But when we all learned the truth of Michael at the behest of a mer no less, you all did nothing. Elessia let them in to strip Michael and Kala both. And then we had our chance. We could have ENDED nthem, and instead... here we stand." she roared like a boom of power. I forget time and time again how strong she was. She spoke truth as I had told her time and time again when she felt bad for Michael in his prison. Solonor seemed enraged. "Enough! She has poisoned your mind as well. I will take no more of this. I will not suffer your hypocrisy any longer, Elessia. You were born to aid in the destruction of an evil you have instead empowered by opening a hole in the third plane. By the power of the Sun..." she trailed as she rose the Sun Dial, absorbing great power from the sun, more than even I had anticipated. As the sunlight faded, the moonlight grew, empowering justor's bow. The light was... blinding. "You are hereby relieved of your duty!" she said so loud that the entire plane could hear it.
And so the battle of Gods began.
Solonor fired a ray of light so profound that I was almost to enamored in the few seconds I had to avoid it. Solaris's gauntlet upon her right arm shifted into a towershield and she stepped in to protect me. The blast shoved her back but her form was undaunted. An arrow whizzed by my cheek, slicing into it, taking a tuft of hair with it and drawing godly blood. He smirked as he seemed to shift out of view. A warning shot... how arrogant. I took wing, opening a portal in the air to a dimension unlike any they had seen. A blade of metal unheard of rocketed down at Solonor. It bounced aside before touching her, from the light itself as she stood in a ray that desended directly from the eclipse behind her. She walked forward, glowing in a light that made it difficult to see, heating up the battlefield with each stride. While Solaris, in all her battle prowess, hounded Justor, I would fight Solonor. Another portal opened, and another blade impacted her barrier, flying straight down to the barrier this time. It hit, exploding with a force no mortal could comprehend easily. She held her glare on me as my wings slowly beat the air around me. I didn't see how, but she too vanished. A trick of the light? How- I was answered with the sensation of a being behind me. I turned to see her there, swinging down her staff's blade on me. I fell back into a dark portal, transferring myself from the third plane and back again in an instant away from her with a flash of green light. She turned to find an attack of my own bearing down on her. A blast of emerald energy from my own hands bore down on her barrier, giving her pause as she held the staff towards her. A second portal opened around her feet, expanding rapidly. She took notice a second too late as up from that tear in the plane a blast occured. Her barrier seemed broken and the light was drowned out as my ray assaulted her body. Solaris had caught Jutsor and the two were engaged in close range combat with her gladius slamming into his bow with a force that scattered the clouds all over the plane. The barrier seemed to strain below her attack but held fast. I moved in a blur towards the pair, but before I arrived a heat indescribable tore into my side, cauterizing a wound instantly and rebounding me down into the barrier. My eyes decieved me not: Solonor was unharmed and her staff was aimed at me. Justor was suddenly enshrouded in a bright light and he kicked Solaris off of him with great power as well. He moved to her side, taking aim at Solaris and then I could see exactly how dire this situation really was. Solonor gathered a ball of sunlight at the tip of her staff that grew into a massive size. She sent it down at me and it took a last ditch effort for me to escape it. The explosion would have blinded the entire nation had it not been for the shield's power, and as I arrived at my destination a few hundred meters away an onslaught of arrows numbering in the hundreds closed in on me. Solaris was behind me, catching her breath as a tear opened and took the arrows with it. "Solonor is too powerful... she is making Justor stronger with her presence alone."
she said as if I couldn't tell on my own. The tear closed and reopened at a downward angle towards the duo, sending every one of the arrows fired back. A barrier of translucence stopped them easily and then bursted outwards. The flash made me look away, but something hit me hard enough to wind even a god. A well placed arrow nearly penetrated my skin, but instead simply hit with enough force to send me backwards into Solaris, who held us both up easily enough, but the moment of pause had us both catch a sun ray that burned into us both relentlessly. I couldn't focus my power enough to stop the assault, as couldnt Solaris. Clearly, neither of us were on her level. Perhaps without Justor we could hope to overwhelm her, but it dawned on me that, even if I was right, Solonor was too strong. The sun's power filled her as the moon did Justor, but the Sun was a much more dangerous ally to her. Her fury hadn't been felt in so long.. I had misjudged her. She was an entire level of power higher. As the ray brought me to the brink of consciousness I let out a cry of pain as if it could help.
And then a miracle occurred. The ray stopped and Solonor screamed louder than I had. Miles and miles down something had latched onto her with a red energy that seemed to hold her in place. Justor was caught unaware by this, giving Solaris time to rush him and a slam her gladius into his skull. I looked to the sea, and there she was. My ally, one of three, whom had restricted Michael. Kali. She was siphoning her power. Solonor dropped the staff, and it faded from view, returning the energy borrowed from the sun and weakning Justor, who could not hope to best Solaris in combat, even as he jumped to and fro, avoiding her onslaught of attacks, her gladius morphing from weapon to weapon as he fired arrows to no avail. They were evenly matched in terms of power now, but Solaris was simply the better fighter. As I fought stand, my skin slowly healing itself, I watched Solonor fall to her knees in the clouds. Kali laughed deeply, incredulously as she grew in power. Her body, an impossibly smooth amalgam of materials only Michael knew, seemed to radiate with energy. This was my chance to end the battle and lock Solaris away. But before I could, the stream was cut short. Something had grabbed onto Kali, who had not seen whatever rocketed up from the waters and intercepted the godly energy. A... Mer? A mortal bearing... the Mark of Solonor? She was as if a firefly agaisnt a bug zapper as she bounded off of the god who seemed taken aback. She looked to me expectantly before vanishing in a red blast of energy from the plane. Right, my chance. I was upon Solonor in seconds, as one of my chains snapped up around her neck. I placed a foot at her back, grabbing the chain and shoving her down. "Here me, mortals, demons, angels and otherwise. As ruler of Vangelism I hereby declare this one exiled to her precious little garden, where she will spend her time as she has, tending to the sun and nothing else." I kicked her into a portal, trapping her in her garden, which was then transported away entirely. I so wished to kill her... but without Solonor the plane would die. We both knew it. In her weakened state, however, all she could do is draw her power back to her form it. By the time that occured it would be too late. "What have you done... you madwoman. You fool... you have sealed the fate of this plane, can't you see? You may claim Vagelism... but Narathos Malacai and Kali are it's rulers. And they will destroy it all." I felt nothing of his words. So long as demon kind was purged the plane would prosper. "There is no need to exile me. I will no longer suffer your arrogant foolishness. This plane will die so long as you live, and I will no longer watch it bleed out," he spoke as he faded, and the moon moved out of the way of a sun that seemed to shine far less radiantly. Solaris came to me then, bloody, burnt and bruised but slowly healing a swell. We had one the day, and somehow I felt even more powerful. Something whispered in my ear... a praise? A thank you? A... gift? Green energy radiated around me. Whatever the voice was... it gave me so much power... was this he who had bested Michael? I did not know, but I aimed a finger right down towards the barrier and fired a ray from it. It impacted suddenly, and Daniel and Antony both seemed to feel it. The glow in their eyes faded and they each fell to the ground. Their barrier was no more. I descended, feeling more powerful than ever, more righteous. I landed upon the top of the Crown of Yuran smiling brightly. Vangelism now, more than ever was mine. Daniel and Antony looked to me, then each other. I cared not to stop their escape. They could run but not hide from me. For now, Solaris and I reveled in victory unaware of what was happening below the surface of the Great Ocean.
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Solonor has been defeated by Elessia and Solaris, and with her the last opposers to her claim on Vangelism have been scattered. Justor has given up on the plane in wake of Solonor's imprisonment in the Garden in the Sky, and she has been weakened to Tier 3 for the time being. Kali did not grow in strength from her siphoning, but she has no idea what will become of the Mer who dared to interfere. Maria Kal's whereabouts are currently unknown, but she is pronounced dead. The Third Plane is at the mercy of Elessia, who will kill any and all who stand between her and a complete demonic purge.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2016 6:00 pm
THE CHANGE From the perspective of Alistair, the God of Contracts and Flames
Change. That was all that I had known. I had never been much of a conservationist, because it never did anyone any good. Change was necessary for all things to heal and expand. From when I was a child, I had been told that we should uphold the values of King Graveheart. The wolf-king was unrivaled, and he brought Nocturne into a place of power; he terrified anyone who crossed him, so he must've been doing something right. I used to look up to him, as a child. I believe hearing about his power originally made me want to join the military, as it needed to be manned by someone. I imagined my life there infinitely better than what it was while living with my cousin, Marishka. But the conflict was never ending. Why was a man who was so powerful always the center of assassination plots and uprisings? You know, my parents died in one of the skirmishes. They, too, believed in King Graveheart and his purpose in striking down all who crossed him. For so long, Fraxonian warriors would cut through our forces with ease. With Fenrir Graveheart at the helm, they cowered. And they were right to do so.
I had lost my life because of him, and not for the reason any solider would want to admit. The wolf king pinned two vampires who had joined the nation's military at the same time. He claimed that he had no use for two vampires of the same family. One would serve as his Captain, and the other would die. I was to fight Marishka, and I fought with every ounce of power I had. It wasn't enough. I was consumed by darkness, and was freed from my chains of the third plane. But that peace was stolen from me when my cousin turned me into her first slave. They marveled at her creation; she had been the first necromancer to bring back a deceased individual with all of his previous strength and power. I traveled with her, and it was there that I met him for the first time: Raphael. He wasn't much back then, but he was spirited. Marishka snuffed him out, too, and like me, she had made Raphael into a slave. That was going to be our new purpose: doing whatever Marishka needed. If she needed someone to console her, we were there whether we wanted to or not. That was our role, and it wasn't supposed to change.
But it did.
I can't quite recall the specifics, but I woke up alone, and in Luimira. They called it the Great Resurrection. Everyone who had died in the past 5 years had been resurrected, and no one knew why. So many people were quick to thank one deity or the other, but I remained curious to find out what had actually happened. It was Catherine, I know that now. The Goddess of Death resurrected so many souls, but only two of them truly mattered to her. Of all the souls she restored, she only needed Raphael and I. Catherine sacrificed a lot of her power so as to not immediately draw attention to her plan. A plan that only came to fruition just recently.
The strength she required of Raphael and I was not something we obtained easily. We had died trying to obtain power once, and we fought with just as much fervor as we had before. There was only one thing that was different. Fenrir Graveheart was no longer a problem. The self proclaimed Champion of Mercy struck him down, and Catherine didn't bother with reviving him. The power vacuum he left allowed for a slew of kings both terrible and okay in their own regards, but they were placeholders for someone great. Someone who would restore power to the kindgom, and change it. Me. As I rallied the Luimirian forces behind me, taking power from the Kings who only sought the extravagance that came with the title, I brought Nocturne to new heights. I was in the North, and Raphael had gone to the South again. I wouldn't see him again for a couple of years.
I admit that I had been taken by surprise by someone that I never could have predicted would show up. A red haired woman. She was equally naive as she was beautiful, and before her I hadn't even looked at anyone in that regard. Love didn't mean much to me. What could love give me that I could not obtain for myself, I had the power and the means. She came and vanished from my life as she pleased, each time taking me by storm. But it was a distraction. I still love her, if that means anything. But she and I are on different roads, even if I hadn't known about it yet.
When Zachariah came, he offered me many things. I was to be his champion; his vassal king. I declined and he struck me down and seized my throne. Like a lame dog, I was thrown aside. The power I had accumulated was nothing in comparison to Zachariah. The Demon was sitting on my throne, dismantling everything I worked for. Alone, I was powerless. But then he came again. Raphael found me. I had been keeping tabs on him for quite some time. King. Sovereign. Emperor. He'd been busy. He told me that he sent a team to kill the God of the Seas, Kaminae, and assured me that the gods could in fact die. We would just need enough power. He, Lilith, Maria, Kumori, Amias, Brydent, Red, and I convened. Combined, we had more than enough power after Daniel's Thorns weakened Zachariah. I dealt the finishing blow, and I tore his heart from his chest and I ate it. It changed me into something I didn't recognize. New abilities came and replaced the everything I had known and trained for. My people both feared and respected the king before them. I did things that no man had ever done before. I had a connection to Zachariah's remaining power. But it wasn't enough.
As my people grew complacent, I used one of my new abilities to control them. I extended my influence around Luimira, around the clock. Everyday, I spent my time ensuring a kingdom that I no longer recognized. Adriel was helpful, and I still thank him to this day for keeping Gloria en Valle stable. He seized acres of land and expanded Nocturne to the south, even. He was a king in all but name, until he wasn't. As Nocturne's power rose, so did its stature. I was an Emperor, and Adriel was my King. If all had gone well enough, he would've been my successor. But like some cruel joke, the council I entrusted with formally deciding who would rule elected a puppet. But I can't turn back now. Not after what we found. Raphael came to me again, with Lilith, and he told me of a pocket of power kept on this plane. It was Narathos' power. Antony told him of its whereabouts, and we seized it for ourselves.
The power was nothing like Zachariah's. The demon's power corrupted my own, and turned into something it wasn't. But Narathos' power? It knew me. It shaped itself for me. It became my power. I tried taking a step forward and I found myself in the Second Plane, covered in Flames. Only the the flames welcomed me; every lick of fire and every ember that shot up into the air welcomed me into Hell. This was my red carpet. It was silent, save for crackling flames, with a throne at the end of the flame carpet. I knew it was mine, like a baby knows when to suckle his mother's breast. A whisper found it's way to my ear. 'Alistair, King of Hell and the Departed.' It was her. Catherine. She'd been waiting for me behind the Throne she fashioned for me. The Goddess of Death was there before me, promising me power. Power was all I ever wanted. I needed the power to finally change things for the better. My parents died because of fighting over Gods and Demons who cared so little about the lives of the third plane. I could change that.
I'll change that.
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2016 3:40 am
THE BACK HAND OF GOD From the perspective of Antony, Viceroy of Heaven
There comes a time where all must change, where the infrastructure and the laws and all that jazz becomes decadent and gets lost within itself. Decay sets in the greatest of things before it gets to the worst, often merely because of their size and scale. Fraxon became the greatest Empire we've ever seen in just the past ten years, ruling over the far majority of the world's population. I hadn't seen Vangelism amass over the globe in such great dominance since before Kala shadowered over Nocturne.
Yet, at its greatest, it became its most vulnerable. Fraxon has since collapsed, and now they return to their struggle of maintaining the two Kingdoms beyond the Wall that shields them from the conflicts of the northern hemisphere.
Great powers grow all the time, and then they recede. This applies to all imperfect things. It once applied to Michael as well. Not many people know this, but he was once truly omniscient, omnipotent, totally capable of doing whatever he desired. When the old civilization grew dangerous and unpredictable, and wrathful towards his rule, he deleted them from existence with a whim. That's always the man he was - sort of whimsical. It was why he created the angels to be so wise, virtuous, and patient. We gave him the careful counsel he needed to ensure his continued happiness. Yet, when we sensed weakness in him, many of us - such as Elessia and Solaris - turned on him to herald a reality that suited our beliefs better.
See, that's the nature of things. Wild, untrustworthy, chaotic. I think that's what Narathos really wanted to portray in all this: that the current systems that rule the world, the current posturing between Michael and Kala, all of that is merely a temporal thing. But I could've told you that from the start.
You see, Michael made me to be a real firestarter. I've always been adventurous, and I've always caused lots and lots of trouble. Angels aren't very confrontational or argumentative, but I've caused some s**t storms between me and my winged brothers and sisters. This taught me that even when something is made with near perfect precision to be a certain way - cautious, patient, wise, nonconfrontational - things can happen in the environment around them to provoke change in their nature.
Nature, the forces in the universe, all of these things are wild and without expectation. I don't even think Michael knows the depth of how crazy the universe is, and in truth, I don't think he'll admit that it made him rather than the other way around. Because he has an old man's pride, and he also has an old man's fatigue.
Michael made everything the way it is now because . . . like you, he wanted to be happy. He started with perfect creations without any flaws, beautiful men and women to keep him company and give him love. He explored the idea of family and companionship, but in his young idealistic heart he had not yet conceived conflict fully. His first spark of anger was when his creation did not respond as he expected, and knowing truly in his heart that they didn't hold real feelings he erased them. He went through a lot of species before he made the ones that we see today. First, they were perfect beautiful beings, but those bored him. Then he made ones slightly less idyllic, but they too tired his creative imagination. It was all too easy, living in a world he made without any real risk of pain and loss.
So, he eventually made the humans of old, who were very chaotic - so much so that they wished to kill all of the angels and replace Michael in heaven. That wouldn't do either, so he erased them and settled for a perfect medium. It almost sounds cruel how he wiped so many billions away over and over again to create the perfect specimens to give him happiness. I think it's because as the God of everything, he began to look at us as insects and playthings. By the time people who truly cared about him came about - like me, Niraliel, Zachariah - he was so jaded that he couldn't see it. So then he made a species that was powerful like he was - enough for him to respect - with that perfect spark of wildness in them. That was how he made Narathos, Malacai, and eventually Kali. The crazy ones that ran our world to s**t.
He made mistakes. Even he, the immortal creator of everything, has got a streak of nuttyness in him. I think now that he's back, he's finally acknowledged fully the gravity of his failures.
But you know, he acknowledged something grand too. All of these people fought to free him. The ones he almost looked down on as insects . . . they believed in him. They loved him, all because of the lie that he loved them back, and that he wanted them to be happy. He realized he had been selfish for so long. I think that great pang of guilt changed him forever, although in a way that brings tears to my eyes to even conceive.
He gained it all back. All the power he'd lost. He started with Narathos, draining him of everything. He used that advantage to go to hell and destroy Kala, regaining his lost half and once again becoming that omniscient, perfect being. I thought we would finally see a world with less pain, less agony, less suffering. But the guilt had consumed him so greatly that he could not look at us at all. He did not speak a word. He turned away, and gave us the back hand of God.
Michael is going to do what he's always done: create new worlds, imagine realities none of us inferior creatures could imagine. That's what makes him happy, in this universe. Making things anew, and then making them better. His talent is what provided us with this beautiful, rich, wild world. I will love him always for it, and miss him now that he has gone.
As for what happens next?
Well, you might have not noticed it since you were all entangled wildly with Elessia and her crazy reality warping mumbo-jumbo, but I thoroughly smacked the hell out of Solaris. It's clear to me that when Zachariah died, she lost her nerve. She lost the spark she used to have. Before then, we would always go pretty even. Sometimes I won. Sometimes I lost, though rarely. I've been considered to be the strongest of the "third level" Gods for a long time, or at least a competitor to Justor. Even so, she always followed closely behind, a challenge every time.
That challenge ended. Solaris will spend a long time pondering a new purpose in life. But I know she realized the error of her ways as my blade rested against her neck. She stood silent then, and watched as I took Elessia's power and made it mine.
I know the chaos that is this world. I was called the God of Love because of my adoration for humans and their variations, from the proud and wise elves to the macabre minds of the vampires. I think I loved Axiom more than Michael ever did. So . . . as he passed by us, in total silence, shunning us for our imperfections while shedding silent tears as he saw us for the last time, Michael placed his hand on my shoulder, and mine alone. He chose me, as his successor. The King of Heaven.
I will wear my crown with dignity, and ensure that no man, woman or child will have to bear the indignity of living in a world where they can only wonder if their God even loves them, after all they've suffered in his name.
TL;DR Information: Several Gods as well as the victors of the raiding party took place in the freeing of Michael and the destruction of Narathos. The God of Anarchy, being dead, had his energy consumed by Michael to regain a large portion of his lost power. This tilted the balance of Axiom to Michael's favor, allowing him to kill Kala and regain his final half. Thus, Michael returned to a state of omniscience, omnipotence and omnipresence yet again, as a true and exceptional God. In spite of this, he left Axiom behind to deal with his guilt, and has forever abandoned this world.
With Kala dead and Michael gone forever, a power vacuum has formed in the Two Planes. Malacai and Kali will continue to scheme, while Antony has taken over Heaven as the leader of the angels and Makath is currently to be set free to regain authority over hell. The Mazdakists have sworn to be the force that defends Axiom from the clutches of scheming angels and demons, though they themselves participate in the power struggle within the other planes.
There will be civil wars to come among angels and demons, but the world of Axiom stands now in the clear, and things looks better than they have in quite some time.
Except . . .
Now begins the Kings of the East, the next chapter of the story.
With prosperity comes new colonial opportunities. Aramil continues to expand and threatens to become the greatest nation in Axiom, even more powerful than that of Fraxon. The nation primarily composed of Humans-Wardens-Incubi is one of exceptional diversity in military (land or naval), administrative policies, technology, espionage and other such things. It is a land that is empowered by its diversity and modernism, built by the old world to herald the new. Aramil's colonies in Kevai have finally met the shambles of Old Amaranthine, also known as the People of Geshan, the Makassar.
With Michael gone and the Gods in shambles, Makassar views this as an opportunity to press forward his dominance over the civilized world. He wields a weapon many call the Orb of Shamala, and with this conduit he has claimed he will wipe out both angels and demons, and allow for mankind to rule over the first, second and third planes. He has also called for the genocide of non-humans in the Eastern Continent, including the monsters of Val'Ghast and Queen Kamilla herself. The Wurm Queen, Makassar, Kamilla and Akeem all battle constantly in a four man war that consumes millions of lives annually, yet this is sustained by the constant growth and high birth rate of the Eastern World. So far the conflict looks to be never-ending and bloody, but with great opportunity for those from the Western continent to intervene. All gear up to aid one side in this proxy war, and it is through soldiers such as the players that the fate of the Eastern Continent can be decided.
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