Asala, Grand Deity of Harmony, Great Teacher of Culture and Rationality, Seamstress of Reality

Asala governs over the mortals’ ability to curb instinct and act rationally and the world’s harmony and balance of forces. She promotes connections of all things within the world and preaches reason over instinct to her followers. At her best, she helps provide an answer for questions and a reason for events. At her worst, she replaces feelings with rationality and forces a calculable value on lives. It is thanks to her that things such as culture and civilizations exist, that people believe in "karma." It is thanks to her that rulers barely bat an eyelid over the loss of an army, that prosperity is balanced by decay. Basically, it's her job to make sure everything "fits," "makes sense," and "has a reason." As one can assume, to do this she will blatantly step on the toes of many gods.

A spoilsport among gods and a mysterious savior among mortals, Asala generally tries being the “straight man” in a chaotic world filled with pain, pleasure, and instinct. At the same time, everything has a certain value and if the value is too low it is not worth her time. While she will give her full support to any promising beings regardless of which deity created them, the moment they lose their value is the moment when they are abandoned by Asala. The one thing she detests more than being wrong is being disappointed. Fortunately for mortals, the other gods do a very good job at making her step in constantly. She may hate wasting time on worthless beings, but she does not like other gods just haphazardly devaluing anything they touch. Call it sentimentality or childishness, but she does not like others breaking her toys even if they are abandoned.

On that note, she makes a point only to remember useful information. Even if the exact same mortal made small talk with her every single day, Asala will not form any kind of attachment towards the mortal if the value of their existence was not worthy of attention. Asala would – without fail – be unable to recognize or remember such a worthless being. To be asked for one’s name is the greatest honor Asala bestows upon mortals. To be unrecognized as existing is the greatest shame.

An unfeeling god who fully supports all creations until the moment they do not meet her expectations. An emotionless deity that would abandon all mortals and forget any gods who are not deemed valuable enough to warrant her attention. An aloof being who believes the one’s worth outweighs all thoughts, actions, or life.
That is the god of Harmony.
That is Asala.

Even so, even Asala cannot help but be intrigued by beliefs such as “hope” and “winning against all odds.” Though she may preach that there is value in lives that can be calculated and that one’s worth decides whether they succeed or fail, she cannot help but quietly cheer for the underdog. She also is nigh-unprovokable in the mortal realm; baseless claims and hollow slander have, obviously, little value. On the other hand it is incredibly easy, almost shamefully so, for gods to provoke Asala. It may be a bunch of hot air for the most part, but luckily it’s also quite easy to pacify her.

Asala’s “standard” for appearing before mortals is to be blinding ray of light and disembodied choir of voices. There are times when she appears as something else, but those are usually when her confidence in this world is brimming or waning.

When she is happy with the current state of affairs, she may appear as a woman or man with a face (or at least the eyes) hidden by a mask, helmet, veil, cloth, or other similar garment. A curious factor is that her form does not have such divine beauty or otherworldly attraction as most other gods seem to have, but instead a quiet strength and humble purity. She is more likely to be a confident farm boy with a large, warm smile than a beautiful and seductive stranger in a hidden cabin off the road.

However, should her confidence in the world start to falter, she will appear as young child of snow white and wander the world in search for a champion to rekindle her confidence. She will leave the mortal realm soon after appearing regardless of if she found a champion or not, but whether she stays to watch over the mortals or abandons them depends on her findings.

For the other gods, she either takes the form of a small, white, unassuming creature or as a faceless imitation of her current champion.

Symmetry is Asala’s main symbol, mostly due to the fact that she has few actual appearances yet is constantly watching over all. As such, any form of symmetry is considered to be Asala’s divine influence in keeping balance and harmony in the world, such as it does for the symbol. She also is connected with the color white which (depending on who you ask) can be viewed as either the fusion or absence of all colors, but regardless is seen as order, cleanliness, and purity – much like her gift of rationality and culture in this base and instinctual world.

Females give birth, males (usually) do not. As such, females are more valuable in Asala’s eyes and thus she uses a female form.

Asala admires the Supreme Cosmic Entity. Actually, she worships it. No, not just that – she is obsessed with it. If they were mortals, it might be some form of obsessive love or possessive lust but as gods, Asala considers the Supreme Cosmic Entity to be an unmatched avatar of absolute value, a being whose worth shall never wane and only ever increase. It is the perfect entity for someone so obsessed with the worth of one’s being, someone such as Asala.

The Blight Demon Nasavagu; Forsaken Deity of Decay, Weakness, and Ruin; The Rotting God; False God of Destruction; Nasisu of Withering; Koleta

The weighty burdens of Decay and Weakness are fundamental and necessary evils in all worlds, though the one who carries these accursed responsibilities are rarely viewed kindly by mortals or the divine. But regardless of the myths and stories about the “Demon of Ruination,” there is one peculiar deity who willingly bears these burdens wherever it appears...

The great monster that sank its fangs into the world with cruel eyes, endless evil, and a blackened soul determined to cover the world in darkness… is what one would expect of a deity that governs weakness and decay in the world.
Instead, the forsaken Koleta is an optimistic but lazy, almost useless individual with her only redeeming feature being her passion for seeking something beautiful. As a deity, her patience and persistence would make even the god of time nod in admiration. She is merciful, though usually in a cruel way. She is kind to people and things she enjoys, though she isn’t particularly unkind anyway. Perhaps what makes most acknowledge her is her ability to see through ugliness and frailty to find worth in even worthless objects. Unfortunately, this isn’t a voluntary skill and she has just grown hardened against the constant sight of the ugliness and terribleness her own powers cause. It may also be due to her obsession with finding beauty and ways to protect it from her own rotting domain.

Koleta’s favorite appearance is that of a thick, grey miasma that blots out the surroundings and makes the land rot barren. Since gods are large and important enough she just speaks from the miasma itself to address them. For mortals she encircles the cloud around them and makes a personal appearance in a mortal form, usually as a dainty, slender woman of white skin (if she is content) or as a onyx-skinned, monstrous male with a giant, gaping hole taking the place of their face (when she is angered).

She is also quite fond of possessing of her priests and priestesses, or items that some hero or champion is carrying.

Mists, fogs, corpses, rot and rust, fungi, ruins, plagues, droughts, etc.
In art, Koleta is rendered as a black miasma surrounding death or as a person with ghastly white skin and a grinning skull replacing their faces. A large, filled black circle on a portrait’s head instead of a face is also considered the mark of Koleta, though obviously filled with animosity and is viewed as more of a terrible curse than a symbol.

Koleta used to go by the name “Nasavagu” in which it was a ravenous monster that devoured life bit by bit, leading worlds to slow, cruel deaths. From Nasavagu’s breath came plagues and illness, from its voice mortals learned the despair of “helplessness,” from its limbs they learned of the pain known as “weakness.” Nasavagu was truly a demon, a wretched god whose mind was poisoned by its own powers of decay and ruin, its body warped by its domain of weakness and rot. Still, mortals found ways to worship this creature of perishment. But it was a goddess of birth and fertility and her priestesses who stopped Nasavagu’s rampage and showed it the hope and strength that came from overcoming despair and weakness. One priestess even approached the demon despite her own body waning from simply being near the beast, and she hugged Nasavagu. A strange feeling entered Nasavagu, though it could not ask the now fallen and decayed priestess what it was.
Taking the form of the priestess who sacrificed herself, Nasavagu – now calling herself Nasisu – began the hunt for recreating that feeling. It was when she saw beautiful objects and lives that the alien feeling welled up inside Nasisu. One of her priestesses, a small mortal named Koleta, spent her entire life hunting for objects to appease the wretched Nasisu of Withering, god of decay. Though the objects she gave Nasisu were indeed beautiful, Nasisu was more enthralled by this endlessly optimistic woman and her pure smile.
Upon the priestess Koleta’s death, Nasisu had taken her name and continued her hunt for beauty with a new hint for its location.

She tries really hard to be acknowledged and accepted, but it’s pretty hard when even her own worshippers are affected by her wretched curse of ruin. That said, she would gladly inflict blights upon the entire world if it means helping her find “beauty.”

Koleta adores the idea of a goddess triad, and jokingly calls herself the eldest sister (crone) of the gods of birth and fertility (maiden) and stability and power (mother), even if she has to twist some words to make it so. However, Koleta absolutely detests gods with domains or powers overlapping hers, or even being considered similar. She also seems to have a special, hate-filled spot in her heart for domains of death and destruction as mortals tend to mistake her own domains as subject to theirs.

Koleta is afraid of enclosed and sealed spaces, and as such her influences takes much longer to reach into such areas.