S A Ṃ S Ā R A :
A Divine Reckoning
P R E M I S E:
Belief is the most powerful force of the cosmos.
Belief starts with the self. I can do this. I can't face that. Forces exist that wish to do me harm; that exist to support my success. All and none are made true by mere conviction.
Belief continues with stories and legends, and the fantasy-lies told to children to keep their wonder alive. From simple, infantile stories like Santa Claus, to historic legends like Arthurian tales, to mythical sagas that become the foundations of entire cultures: all are made real in the minds of the audience by belief and dogman. So, as Man grew, it was only natural that their stories and their beliefs would grow beside them; and this is how Gods were born.
Gods, deities, mythical beings and beasts alike - all reified by doctrine. Quickly they assumed their pantheons and secured their positions, each myth and legend no less real than the next. Every God was true to their people and the stories that birthed them, but only those present were successful; to be absent was to be forgotten, and to be forgotten was to die. So Gods went among their people, walked with their pilgrims, prayed with their devoted - and, in doing so, fortified their own existence, carving new quiddities as recursive beings.
Man matured, and alongside them the Gods; keeping their own legends alive, they began to live new tales: mimetic, ritualistic, liturgical. They would spread, and form new links in the divine story, each a new chain forged anchoring itself to reality. As the world modernised and belief spread faster than ever, direct intervention was required less and less; Gods could rest, relax, their foundations concrete enough to protect them. Every other generation, select Gods would walk among the people once again, reinforcing their bonds to the universe, and deliver the people hope.
The newest generation would appear to be no different; the Gods have convened, chosen their incarnations, and begun their descent to the holistic shrine of Earth.
Unbeknownst to their cohorts, one God has not survived their arrival. Their death has somehow circumvented the carefully-crafted anchor of belief. This final demise threatens all; it is time for the Gods to believe in themselves.