It was a mistake. A foolish dream nourished by misguided pride. Creation. All the warnings they received fell on deaf ears - the so called High Council drunk on their own power. Now what do they do? Watch. Merely watch and whimper helplessly as the the flames of divinity are slowly extinguished in the mortal realm. They may have been fools, to choose to bind into such pathetic shells, but they were your children. Were. Your children, Mother, dying to your pets and your bastards. You allowed this to happen when you allowed the breath of life to pass into those mortal shells. Do you remember, shall I remind you?
The Veil. Our paradise, far beyond those artificial laws that hold the mortal world together. Why were you so eager to see another world? Was there something wrong, something missing? A vast expanse of emptiness, where countless things flickered into being only to be forgotten moments after. Were you so enthralled by such impermanence that when your eldest - most foolish - child voiced her thoughts, you so eagerly allowed it? Thoughts were directed to giving this passing whimsy form - a wasted endeavor. What? No, Mother, I do not deny my part in all this. No, I do not resent your choice, Mother. How can I?
You cannot deny that countless of your children have fallen at the hands of a bastard child. There are those who would have us dead, some claim to have bested us. Fools. Allow me, Mother, I shall sweep the world in your glorious name and remake it, if it pleases you. With one word. Choice? What of it? They were slaughtered like... the very flame of their existence - gone with the wind. Angry? Of course, Mother, I am. No, Mother, I do not question your decision. Yes, I understand. Yes, I shall inform him. Yes, Mother, your will be done.
Your will be done.
Even as the conversation ended, not a sound was heard and not a sight was seen. No trace of such thoughts but a pocket of whirling energies floating in the vast expanse of the Void, beyond all mortal comprehension. Such was speech between divinities - where the fate of the other world was decided. From the otherworldly rumble that marked the trail that marked the passage of the Wandering One, the god of outcasts whose adherents worship as Onu, it was not to his liking but the All Mother's ruling could not be overturned by her children. As all must bow to their betters and the gods were no exception.
The Veil was always lifeless to mortal eyes but those who were born here, felt the lonesome chill. Only a few had chosen to remain as mere thoughts, detached from the world and the rules that kept it together. Safe from the onslaught of men but powerless to aid their siblings. Mother had decreed a boundary between worlds, one that had not been broken since long ago. Dire, were the consequences of that sin.
"What brings you to my corner of Nothing, brother?"
A voice echoed through the abyss, the first in ages. Whimsical and carefree. The essence of Onu rumbled even louder, demanding that the voice be silenced. Words are useless. Lightning arced from cloud to cloud as the god expressed disapproval - to no avail.
"Hmm? Pouting does not become you, brother." The voice rang through the expanse of nothing once again. As it did, countless wisps of cloud appeared and to one color and then another. Every imaginable color must have followed in its wake - laughter. "Did Mother share news that you did not like? Still jealous of Sister? Jealous does not become you either, brother."
Scarlet bolts of lightning more terrible than could be imagined roared across the broken horizon. For a second, an unnatural calm descended upon the Veil before raging into renewed chaos. Onu then chose to reply in a similar manner. "Do not play with me, brother, you must have felt it as well. Now go but remember."
"Her will be done."
With those words, the plethora of hued clouds united into a single mass and flickered out of sight. Taking the form of his foes, the god of creation manifested himself into the waking world. In the high heavens masked as a falling star, the form of a yet unborn human appeared, clothed in nothing more than divine fire. A godfall. The like of which had not been seen since the dawn of creation. As he fell, he matured. Limbs grew to full length and were filled with lithe strength. Flames danced over his body before taking shape and forming crimson locks that shook wildly in the wind. Years of growth passed by in mere seconds.
The process was complete by the time his figured entered the tree line of the aged forest below. His knees bent slightly as they felt the earth for the first time. Oddly enough, the ground did not break and only a burst of air accompanied the event. By the time he recovered a natural stance, cloth appeared from nowhere and wrapped themselves around him. They took the form of simple clothes, which ill fit the majesty that he carried himself with. Soon, his eyes were opened for the first time, revealing an orb of solid gray. He took in his surroundings, with a wry smile as he admired what he helped create for the first time.
Unfortunately, there was little time to contemplate the past as he noticed a small group of men inching closer. They were clad in fine steel from head to toe and armed with crossbows and other large instruments their kind hunter their makers with. Their eyes belied the cautious hostility that they carried within their hearts and yet, the god in front of them smiled ever wider. "Do you have faith?"
The sound of a liberated bowstring resounded through the woods and a bolt passed but inches from the gods head. One of the mortals had the courage to attempt a first strike, an ill conceived action, the other soon followed in their comrades example. Few of them hit their mark but all proved to be ineffective, as those that travelled in their intended arc, vanished before their very eyes. Slowly, the god extended a hand and a long bladed spear appeared.
With such a word were the last moments of these unfortunate scouts begun. None of them expected that they would face an Eternal Thought when they were tasked only with ensuring that their demon's prey would not escape. Unlike the lesser gods, who were completely bound to the law of the world, this one had the grace of bending reality to suit his needs. The wrath of the gods, had been unleashed.