Stjerne and Zencrux: Rising Tides
Stjerne was at a loss. For death to not know what happened to his creations was something to be feared. The Stars were living creatures, and some were the resting places of legendary warriors. At one time they used to fade, but he sacrificed a bit of his own divine spark to empower each of them for eternity. With their deaths, however, he could feel that power returning to him. After hearing his son was at rest, he seemed to relax a bit. On the note of the dark gods Stjerne pulls out Aetherius. It enlarges in his hands and he waves forward, where it casts it's screen for all to see.
"There will no doubt be chaos, as human minds are fickle and flighty, but we must be prepared for the dark gods and even some of the border ones." He swipes the image in front of him and the image forms a large globe. He frowns when he sees that the image is distorted, dulled with the loss of so many of his stars, which the Aetherius used to find things. He points to spots on the map, and draws lines on the globe. To the gods who can see more of the world, Stjerne is actively returning to his old duties, guiding lost people to safety. A shining star here, a warm aurora to aid someone on Everest who's in distress, he tunes out the others, working diligently. Desious notes that at this time it's only in certain spots where his followers are and areas of major crisis. He was also actively searching out and marking points as possible spots where his stars detected oddities.
"It's hard to get a good reading since I'm missing so many stars... I'm glad I at least got the power I spent on them back, so I'll have to make some more... At this time, I haven't gotten enough strength to fully utilize them yet. My sight is limited to just Earth, give me some time and I'll find the other gods. As he goes, he just ignores how he's using a bit too much of his power, and his nose begins to bleed.
Zencrux crosses his arms.
"Stjerne, my love, you shouldn't push yourself so hard." He swipes at Aetherius' screen to stop he smaller man.
As much as I agree that we need to do something about the dark gods, I doubt mother would let me just go at them, especially since I can already feel her anger at how damaged the world has become. I'm actually concerned what will happen when she finds out about Chernobyl... He shivers, looking towards his father. It's been a long time since he's seen the god, and they didn't talk much then, either. It's not as things were tense, it's just that his father isn't the most... vocal being, being more interested in his creations and building things than to actually spend time with him.
"How.. are you, father? It's been quite some time. He was a bit awkward with how he'd never really understood what went on in Brod's mind. He understood that he was probably one of the oldest gods in existence, and probably had other things to worry about than his son.