King Solterra

Godhood - A Tale of Deities

Neveras slowly sifted through the portal, still in his cold demeanor as he over heard the yelling from the beast near him. "You are in the presence of the very thing that created you, and you dare bring hostility before him? You would be wise to keep your tongue, lizard." He spoke at Shoshar, "Lest I, myself, remove it." Neveras already planned for Vaul to be one of the very first, so he didn't care how he felt about himself. But if Shoshar wants to be disrespectful to family then he can be on the list as well. As Neveras was in his thoughts, he continued on the path presented to him from the portal. "I don't have all day, I have things to do, so let's hurry this up, Great Angel Thirianna" He spoke out loud, as if a prayer, knowing she would hear him. The portal nor the body of the creator affected him as much as it did the others. The portal was a theatric, just a simple door, that any angel could make... if they had the power. The body... he felt its' presence before the great war, so in its' death, it was still as overwhelming as ever. But none of this mattered to him. He was giving his last respects to everyone until he decided to give everyone one chance, and leave. Neveras was done with the squabbling, disrespect, and forced way of life the spirits had created. He was going to change it.

Godhood - A Tale of Deities

Two people kind of submitted characters, Enalais

Godhood - A Tale of Deities

While Neveras would not seem to be afflicted by such little emotions of Mortals because he is an Ancient, a god, or Archangel, his creation forced him to have every emotion, every feeling, and even every condition of Mortals. So an example could be... he could go madly insane and hysterical, but he'd probably be good. Or he could go stone cold and hollow, and become evil. But here's the problem, he's unpredictable because they could mix. He could become hysterical and senselessly murder. Hell, he could become anything. How would you feel spending centuries inside a cold, dark pitch-black void, being chained and held down to a non-existent floor? He just snapped, is all. While it may seem more than just beneficial to lock him away in that cage... they should have made sure to keep him there. Because now the deed is done, and he's out.

Godhood - A Tale of Deities

Neveras stood there, cold, as he became witness to a portal being opened to Ceyr. The spirits in the room had barely registered his personal presence. Neveras didn't want attention, nor did he want to feel important. But it was what they did not know, which scared even him. The Ancients believe they can just simply seal him away again if he stirs up any trouble. They must feel as if they are allowing him to be here. Neveras' conflicted mind was incomparable to what laid within him. He doubted even Sohena knew what he was capable of, but he knew that she knew.... what would become of him. Neveras' anger and love had mixed together in that pit of darkness, and it had created a need to do what needed to be done, whether it was right or not. He stared at the portal as he sunk himself into deep thought, before coming to the conclusion; He was not blind. He was not weak. Right and Wrong is an illusion. He must do what is needed to make a better living. A slight pulse emitted from him that the others felt. For Sohena, it was affirmation of the future. For the others, it just meant he was getting stronger. Of course, he was gaining followers, but now he had accepted his ability to kill. "Great Angel Thirianna." He stated out loud, as he gently and slowly pulled his arms into a crossing, his behavior and look changing to a cold stare, perhaps and possibly heartless for a moment. "I will respect your wishes, only once. I will listen. And that is all." With that, his arms relaxed and he stepped forward, toward the portal. As he continued towards the portal, he paused just before entering it. Turning his head, he gave Vaul a look. One that struck him in his core. Neveras made it strong, forcing it through Vaul's entire being... before continuing through the portal. Neveras had marked Vaul. To the others, they could tell Neveras was no longer uppity, snarky, or loud. He had become ....hollow. While none knew of his potential, it would be right to fear him. Not as an undefeat-able being, but it would become the same as fearing a boulder falling from the sky and striking a Mortal. He was destined with the power to kill Ancients, and he could only be killed by Mortals. He was a threat to everyone, and not one that could be brushed off.

Godhood - A Tale of Deities

All is good here. Although Neveras would not see Shoshar as a mortal enemy, just someone he once fought, not needing to kill, as of right now anyway

Godhood - A Tale of Deities

Tower of Broken Dreams, Ceyr Neveras scoffed, "Excuse me? I prepare myself to be defended, and here I am being ordered?" He relaxed his arms, putting them to his sides and looked directly at Vaul. "I came here out of respect. Even though surely it is a death sentence for me as many in here know how I am killed and know how to banish me. If this was a day in the War of Heaven I would threaten you to respect me for I had done nothing but good. But now, I truly could not care, but I will not take orders from someone who does not deserve it." Neveras fixed his footing to a more calm and casual stance, but he still had a determined behavior. "However, disrespect to your own family is wrong. Many of us that stand here today are just as old as you, and potentially more powerful. This does not mean we are better, but it does mean we are not lesser. I will not stand for an insult. Apologize for demeaning accusation of the others, or we shall become enemies." Even though he spoke the truth, he was actually standing up for someone that Vaul singled out. Neveras, however, did dissipate his sword, and stood strong, straightening up. "I don't think it matters if any of us came in belief the Creator is returning. Those of us who did attend are not childish and have open ears. Not only that, but we are respectful." Neveras looked down as he thought for a quick moment. "I failed to realize Voana had respect, and I prepared to draw my blade against her once again." He looked up, and faced Voana. "I will forgive you, if you forgive me for raising my sword to you in such a holy place. I do not wish you harm, I never did. Especially now, since you have someone to share your existence with." Neveras' strong output was ceased, and he could breathe clearly. His fake appearance fell and he no longer put up a guard of any kind. Neveras' sorrowful emotions began to show. He didn't do it to pull a guilt trip, but it was a show of his pain... of the distrust he was given, the betrayal of his family. Neveras was now on the edge of falling to one side or the other and his mind didn't know how to react. Being one with Mortals was overwhelming, as while he had his own personality and being, he had two conflicting beings that were just as powerful, but from the Mortals emotions. He wanted love, but he also wanted revenge.

Godhood - A Tale of Deities

Apologies, Esme, from your last post it seemed as though you had joined everyone already.

Godhood - A Tale of Deities

All of these gigantic posts.... I submitted my response, but I'm afraid it doesn't hold a candle to the pieces everyone else seems to be writing. It'll probably get better with time, considering I just migrated from an environment where two-liners were the norm, but I hope all of you can bear with me until I can work up to what you're posting.

@Wordweaver

The roleplay is placed in Casual, but many people prefer to write in the Advanced style. Have no fear, you won't be dropped out.

Godhood - A Tale of Deities

Tower of Broken Dreams, Ceyr Neveras had been away, seeking out those who had knew of his name, those of Mortals. If he could gain any Mortal to his side, it would be those who had read of his scripture. Hopefully, he could gain more to his side. Whether it was so that he could defend himself, or defeat the others, was yet to be seen. He took a deep breath as he approached the tower from a length height, among the clouds, beginning to descend. What made him decide to answer the calls, he did not know. He was walking into a hornets nest, and each hornet was as strong as they could get. Even with the bumblebee's around, they all proved it to be suicidal... what Neveras was thinking of doing. His wings battered and waved slowly, rushing up the air around him and making a sound that didn't alert others to vibration or thuds, but of a strong presence... that should not exist. Neveras was in his true form, one Angelic wing on the left, and one Demonic wing on the right. As he gracefully landed at the stairs of the tower, he slowly formed his spiritual sword. Not to start a fight. He was raising his only shield in case someone inside decided to get hot tempered and freak out by his greeting. As he looked up to see his surroundings, he saw Sohena, standing there at the stairs. His heart started to race, but not from fear or intimidation, something more. And just as quick as his emotions started to wash over him, he twitched his head away, looking away in almost hatred. He gripped his sword tight, crossing his arms as he held it in his right hand and slowly walked inside. Without wasting a moment more, he wisked to the group of others, a decent length of way between them all. To his eyes he saw an angel that did not have much meaning to him. Beautiful in his eyes, elegant to his presence, but no. There was a purpose to being here, and he looked to the others. "Greetings, everyone." A frown on his face, his eyes calm. He wasn't sad, or angry, but he was stressed and tired. His body looked like it had beaten and battered from the cage he was swallowed into, the chains that pulled against him. His spirit, his soul, could be seen to everyone. He was showing a fake appearance of his body, even though everyone, including the upstarts could see through. Perhaps it showed the emotion of the pain he went through, given to him by his Creator? So that he could know the equal feeling that a Mortal would feel. Cut up and bruised his pulsing true inner being showed, soon he gained control, and no one would see that side of him. His wings pulled inward, closing against his back and his left hand reached out. "It is good to see you, Danives. I didn't think I'd be able to see a friendly face again." But then he realized something, and looked around. This wasn't a mass grouping... there were fewer faces here, numbers that didn't seem realistic. He looked at all the faces, noticing a few, but mostly Voana, in which his face immediately changed. Gripping his sword and showing his teeth as his eyes went into anger before closing, calming, and opening again to look at the angel before them. The war in heaven was this devastating? "So what, Angel?" Neveras spoke broadly, "You expect us to believe the great Creator will return? It was because of the Creator I feel this pain, that I am forced to keep my guard down around this so-called God that stands before me. My purpose will no doubt be altered upon the supposed return of the Creator, and I can not even carry it out because these Angels think I were to become selfish and greedy. They didn't even know I must have the Mortals true faith before I can even strike my sword against them!" Neveras took a step back, as he was getting ahead of himself and exhausting too much energy. Without followers, his current power is equal to that of exhaustion. "Even, if we were to believe," he took a breath, "That the Creator would return, why would we want him back?" Such a blasphemous remark, but from a blasphemous creation. Neveras was created to take the side of the Mortals, not the spirits or the Creator them self. So while it may be breathtaking to Upstarts, the Ancients may just get pissed off or frustrated from it.

Godhood - A Tale of Deities

Ruined Small Temple, Ceyr Neveras suddenly from the spiritual cage he was held in, exhausted, tired, feeling beaten, he groaned loudly in pain as it took everything he had to escape. And at that moment, the spiritual cage dispersed itself, releasing the old seal to alert all the spirits that remained that 'Neveras has escaped, if he regains his power, he may kill all spirits.' Neveras strained his body and took a great gasp of air, finally able to see the world around him, and everything coming to him. The chains kept him weighted down, but not to the ground. But he couldn't think about that right now, any of the original spirits that wanted him dead, and still remained, would surely come back to the temple as it is where he comes out at... he had to regain his strength and run. Perhaps everyone would go to Sohena for answers, or go straight to Neveras for his throat? He quickly stood up, "Dammit, what... happened, while I was gone?" He took a quick glance around. Obviously the temple he was sealed in... which was like an affront to him as it was his temple which was used as the bridge to his own cage.... was crumbling. So much had changed since before he was cast out. But thinking time was over. He is undetectable by the other spirits, but because of the chains it was like a metal detector if they got close. Neveras sighed, standing up with an aching sort of body. Whether or not his body was effected like a Mortals or not, he was purposed to be one with the Mortals. Have their emotions, feelings, personalities, everything. He would feel their pain, their sorrow, as well, not just their happiness. Neveras sprouted his wings, though frustratingly with struggle, out came an angelic wing and a demonic wing, and he jumped up, to soar and find a new place to restart his life, hopefully to find a Mortal colony, and to find out the current devastation of Ceyr.