The Lords Of Creation (Story)

[neogenetica]

Well, THAT was certainly...interesting, Aetherian said, although we must remove these ridiculous metal rods. With that both the deities used their power to force the rods away from the island and off past the horizon. There, Orelion thought, Order is restored an the island is safe.

[jester_of_god]

I see my rods suddenly flying over the ocean and grab onto them, converting them back into a ball of energy to use later...now what to do for the rest of this millenia?

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Once I reach my land I send out small shards of quartz from my body to all the other gods. The shards acts as communication devices should I need to contact them or should they need to contact me again.

[jester_of_god]

.........I'm debating whether or not to destroy it.

[Zaleramancer]

A figure appears near the god Jester. A person clothed in robes of night and swathed in darkness. An aura of coldness seems to swirl around him, stealing the warmth and light from the air. A spear of onyx darkness resides in his hand, crackling with dark energies.

"Jester." A voice like the grave says." I am Ahmret, Lord of the Dead."

"I wish to offer you a proposition."  

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"What's this?" Uburra-Namall perked up once again. Something was afoot, and she must know what it was. That mad Jester and the grim one were talking. That couldn't end well...

She thought for a second. She could go off and border her lands for safety...or, she could watch the whole bloody mess unfold.

"Hm...I think I'll sit and watch..."

[jester_of_god]

"I am not the Jester Per say, but I will listen to your proposition. Dark one, I'm assuming that it has something to do with my role as the taker of souls"

[jester_of_god]

....for some reason i have the feeling the me and the goddess of beauty will eventually end up fighting.......

[neogenetica]

Something is afoot Aetherian said. Orelion turned and looked toward where the Jester dwells. I can sense...conflict.

[jester_of_god]

I dwell no where, currently I'm rummaging around the lower right continent. I think the Jester himself is sitting in the middle of his islands preparing something to get points through his chaos attribute.

[Zaleramancer]

"Of course."

"As you are without a doubt aware, the vast majority of souls will not require your encouragement to reach my realm. My own power will draw them inexorably to my realm." The dark god paused. "However, with the net of my power spread across the world, some strong of will manage to resist. They are those you must hunt. Take the souls of those who refuse my realm and bring them to me, so that I may preform my own duties."

[jester_of_god]

"I suppose that I could take your offer, but then again what do I get in return for being your bounty hunter?"

[Celadon's Penultimate]

We won't. A lady never fights. At least not with her hands...

[Zaleramancer]

"Beyond fulfilling your divine duties?" He replied chillingly.

"For every such soul you bring to me, I shall grant you a portion of my divine power, so that you may live without that of the Omni."

[jester_of_god]

Mind games eh, whatever.


"Fare enough. I'd prefer to get rid of this title as fallen as soon as possible but until then I suppose that this arrangement would be in the best of our interests....on one condition, if either of us ever come into a time of need, we will be ssworn to help the other, deal?"

[Zaleramancer]

"That is a dangerous pact, Youngling."

"Were it not that I must conserve my power to craft a gateway from this world to my realm, I would raise a godling to serve your duty."

The Lord of The Dead shifted and spoke with finality, "I, Ahmret, Lord of The Dead hereby swear that If you request my assistance in a time of need I shall assist you."

[jester_of_god]

"Thankyou, Ahmret" we shake hands to seal the deal, "And do not underestimate me, you have not lost anything in this deal." My figure blazes with the flames of creation and destruction before I dissapear back to my realm.

[Zaleramancer]

Satisfied with this pact, the dark god vanished into shadows.

This darkness leapt over the waves, to the wide plains of the southern continent. Through the whispering grasslands they went, towards the eastern shores.

There, they pooled into a pool of shadows.

"A gateway.."

The shadows expanded over the nearby ground, as it sank under some unseen weight. A lake of darkness was formed. Flat and unperturbed by the incessant wind. The new gateway to the underworld...

The great dark god sank under the onyx waters.

[jester_of_god]

"ah, and afer I went through all the trouble of making a holding place beneath the earth...oh well, I don't have time for this, I've got some souls to reap" I take the ball of condensed hyper steel an shape it into a longsword and clawed guantlet, before dissapearing into the wind.

[jester_of_god]

 "It's a bit odd, whenever your all powerful time seems to go by a heck of a lot faster.Especiallly with my job.....every single thing needs too be kept in balance, if something get's destroyed it needs to be replaced by something else, if to much of something is created it needs to be destroyed to maintain  the natural order, if something stays for to long, I have to take it back. It get's a bit annoying after a while.....that and it makes one resort to talking to themselves." I looked around the empty forest i was sitting in as I lay perched in a tree. "Eh, at least I haven't been bothered by Jester in a while."

Jester: "Mik Hael, I have a job for you."


"Ah D@)%& it."

Jester: "When did you start cursing?"

"About three thousand years ago when I had to reap the soul of a toddler."

Jester: "Dully noted, but I've got an assignment anyway."

"What is it this time?"

Jester:"Apparently theres a mass of insect and animal souls condensing in the western continent."

"I thought that they didn't have souls?"

Jester: "They do, but their just non sentient enough to remain out of notice until after the've spent a few hundred years as ghosts. Where do you think some of the spirits pop up from?"

"I see, I always thought thta they were caused by some random godbeoming bored."

Jester: "Well, that's not always the case, this time, alll other times, most likely yes."

"Eh fine, either way ti shouldn't be too difficult, I suppose, jsut another job."

Jeser: "It would appear so, but don't worry about it, the odds are that yuo'll have some help ater anyway."

"WHat did you just say?"

Jeser: "NOthing now get to work, I need the points."

"THe What!?"

Jester: "Nothing now get going.



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Roughly thirty minutes later.


"Okay then, easy enough, go in, get the soul, and get out without attracting the attention of the local god." I darted above the forest through the tree tops  attempting to draw as little attention as divinely possible, until I reached the area where the forest and the mountains met, and happened to catch site of my quarry. "Okay maybe this won't be as easy as i thought."

What I basically saw at the time could be best described as the mutant offspring of godzilla, and the god forsaken child of a centipeed and a hercules beetle.  that was roughly have the size of the mountans of the continent themselves. A more detailed describtion would have been an incredibly paile almost opaque beetle like ccreature with perhaps thirty arms of various length spread across the sides of it's body, with a large white Carappass and antennae the length of hydra....from now on I'm going to have to remember to stay on top of the bug poppulation. It looked like it was still forming at the moment so I have to hurry.

 "Okay bug let's get this over with." I readied my chains.


OOC: I'll type the fight after this, too large of a text block.