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Yoliyachicoztl
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Arvum
The shard of cultivation was cast from the Monarch of All. It remained within the First Creator’s abode, gathering the raw essence of creation and integrating it into itself. The power magnified and intensified. It attempted to flow outwards, but was held in place by an unseen force. Eventually, these opposing forces caused the structure to collapse in on itself and fade, leaving only a small spark of light. But the light remained, and the light grew into a bipedal form cloaked with mud and dirt.
Arvum wasn’t, and then he was. He wasted precious light worrying about the inconsequential details. He had an innate sense of purpose, which he knew that he couldn’t serve within the Monarch’s realm.
He started to walk around Galbar, carefully examining it. Life had already started to populate the planet, but it was wild and untamed. He was not necessarily opposed to having wild regions of the world, but he started to think about the work that would need to be done. Looking at how Galbar started to grow green, his barren cloak felt inadequate. He did not have time to worry too much about appearance, but he willed it and his cloak was covered with grass. It was suitable for the moment.
As he wandered around Galbar, he eventually wandered into caverns filled with magma. To the point, it seemed a vast cavern opened into a flowing stream of magma as one walked deeper into the sub-surface, warm and pretty the molten materials flowed. He could see a certain appeal, however it was rather barren of life. Suddenly, there was a presence he could feel beneath his feet- growing closer, and warmer…
She had said goodbye to the two other deities she could remember. It was a curt thing even if she had tried to remain polite- especially to the charming little one. She was quite beautiful now that she thought about it. Her thoughts remained scattered as she had fled into the crust of Galbar- the peace had been destroyed and the thrumming began again, so she ran trying to find what would quiet it, both in a growing internal sense of control and some external measure.
Regardless, she began her journey trying once more to find some direction that would ease the thrumming in her mind. She twisted and turned in the earth, below the surface of Galbar. In her path she moved quickly through the rock, only barely heating by her standards. Until she caught it, a direction that eased the thrumming, something to do- a place to go and have some peace amid other things...
...and the Great Serpent of Heat burst forth from the ground, the air rapidly beginning to heat directly around her even more than it was already so close to a magma flow. She turned and twisted in the cavern, spinning to face the form of Arvum wordlessly and slowing in her twisting movement, staring without comment.
Arvum turned towards his fellow god, “Greetings, Lord of Billowing Heat.” his words emanated from his featureless form.
“Lady.” She corrected him softly, before continuing in a much more imperious voice. “I do not know of you. What is your name and position of power in the Monarch's Court smooth-shaped Lord?”
“My name is Arvum. I must admit that I do not know in what regard that the Lord of All Lords holds me. However, I know that I am to ensure that the world does not fall into stagnation or decay, so that tomorrow shall be greater than yesterday.” he answered.
Yoliyachicoztl nodded as she slowly floated around the smaller deity, her form slowly turning the stone beneath her a dull glowing red from the residual heat. “A fair answer I would so speak, Arvum of the-opposition-to-decay. I am Yoliyachicoztl, Supreme Goddess of Heat.”
She briefly changed her course to float higher away from the floor of the cavern, “I am here for the Peace. What has brought you down to this level of the subsurface of this orb?”
“It is an honor to make your acquaintance, Yoliyachicoztl, Lady and Supreme Goddess of Heat.” he said, bowing his head slightly, “I had no particular reason to journey here specifically, however I thought it would be prudent to examine Galbar before shaping it. I have found this location to be rather intriguing. The lakes of salt submerged under another liquid is a rather interesting feature.”
“It is more than interesting, it is necessary. There will be things to add here, ones that move and ones that stay.” she paused as if surprised at her own reply before gathering herself. She turned slowly around twisting in the rapidly heating air around and back under herself before continuing. “I had a hand in ensuring its creation, with the help of a lovely Goddess, a large God of mighty rock, and unknown others.”
He nodded in agreement, “I must say that you all have done splendid work. I have noticed how barren it is here, but it is wonderful to know that it will soon be sorted.”
“Soon would be an overstatement of the time remaining,” she continued passively in her movements. “Our work has been splendid, I agree with the shape of your thoughts. I have no time for the fragility of the surface, even these stones are barely sufficient.”
She illustrated her point rather quickly with a small burst of heat to melt a nearby section of rock wall, it slowly flowed down into the magma flow as she turned back upon her path again floating along.
Arvum's attention briefly shifted to the wounded earth. It quickly shifted back to his fellow god, “I apologize, I didn’t not mean to imply that you should rush something so important. If one wishes for life to flourish, one requires time to plan and make appropriate preparations.”
“Exactly so Arvum. Tell me, how do you plan to make tomorrow greater than yesterday in your way and shaped path?”
Arvum answered “I do not have grand desires. I simply intend to nurture life. I shall guide it, but to require to forever move along one specific path shall only restrain it and make it lesser by denying its potential.”
“How does one such as you intend to nurture and guide life? Is it possible to not cut off its potential even as one so powerful may indirectly stifle by the limits of their development by a relative lack of support in the diversity of imagination?”
“I shall bestow the life of the greatest potential, the most valuable gift which is mine to give: choice. With choice, they can create. They will require guidance.” he said, gesturing to the newly formed crevice, “The ability to create is forever entwined with the ability to destroy.”
If she had visible eyes they would have narrowed as she turned to face the smaller deity before her. She spoke thus, “Show me, prove such a case that you can give and create something of worth. I wish to see your rightly guided ideals put into action on our grand sculpture.”
Arvum nodded, “I was truly intending to create something worthwhile without intervention, however I do hope that others could be amiable to my work.” His head remained motionless, but there was a sense that his attention was slowly drifting away, glancing around the environment.
“I have a need for another's mind shape. I can feel the need of a people below our peerage of divine sense, and yet because of their lack they will need more than I can give. They cannot be entirely sufficient of their own, their weaknesses mean they are fragile and need of replacement and ability to care for themselves, to of their own power grow and develop and reproduce.”
She turned circling around Arvum quickly, her attention focused as she seemed tenser, unknowing a thrumming, pounding in her mind growing strong as if to escape.
“Can you give me such a means that they may take care of themselves? That they have such a power external and yet capable for their use?”
Arvum's attention refocused on the great serpent coiled around him. He did not reply with words
or intent, but action.
His hand reached forward, eventually stopping physically but it continued to stretch forward in an esoteric manner. His spiritual hand bore into the heart of the magma tunnels, as he carefully examined its essential nature. He had gleaned the secrets of the molten geography, at least pertaining to how it would impact agricultural development. His outreached hand clasped, suddenly holding the raw materials of the underground. His skin paled as he gathered his might into his other hand, and brought his hands together. He silently worked, making nearly invisible movements to mold his new creations.
When his work was completed, he presented it to the Lady of Heat. A mortal eye would only see a pile of dust in his hand, but a god could look deeper and see its potential; vines of tungsten and gold bearing crystalline berries, root vegetables constructed from earthen materials of several varieties, geode-like melons born of rocky vine, metallic kale that grows like weeds, fruit bushes that produce slight electric shocks, several additional wilder plants that might be tamed later, stone-like worms and metal-coated beetles to aid the growth of plants and several varieties of crustaceans to populate the lakes of salt.
“I trust that this is to your liking?”
“That it does, my peer. Welcome to the class of fine artists shaping the world.”
Arvum scattered the dust, defying the flow of molten rock and its own seemingly small volume, it coated the entire cavern causing life to sprout from it. He replied, “I am glad to be of aid, but perhaps you could find a softer manner of asking for my assistance next occasion.”
The serpentine body of the Goddess twisted in some manner of discomfort seemingly regardless of his words, she spoke briefly thus, “I will consider it more than it has affected my mind, you have done well, and I have no desire for the impolite. There is a feeling that I suppose you do not know that cares not for such things or any care at all.”
Arvum nodded, “This is not a place which I should meddle further than you wish, and there is still much left to do. Our meeting, however brief, was a pleasant one. I bid you farewell.”
As Arvum left, Yoliyachicoztl dived towards the pool of mixed molten materials, her presence brought even greater heat. She shot into the flow and she made lesser beings in her image, she drew upon that thrumming sense within her and forced it quieted as it had become in the peace of conversation. Power flowed from her as she roared out countless beings, youth and age in forms all of their own kind, each born into glorious peace of creation before fleeing from her heat and power. They grew and aged in her presence, feeling the peace and knowledge flow of her mind and that thrumming power into them. They learned how to live and know from divine sense gave insight that would have taken countless effort beyond. She spoke to them and meaning came into their mind, heat dispersing slowly into the flow, driving it higher and higher.
“You are the people of my own self, the only people and the first people. Those who live in my heat and the flows I have created. Know that I am your creator, that you shall live in the heat as I have made it for your coming, that the land above is not for your living selves. You will live and you will be!”
The heat kept flowing as she pressed towards them, growing more than even the strongest could withstand. They gave ground before her fleeing deeper and further throughout the magma flows as her voice echoed ever further to them. They were massive in form, the adult in youth and aged bore eight limbs, the foremost dexterous and fine in control. Their skin was of rock and ingrained metal, their flesh was given with powerful molten salts to flow within. Their minds were sharp and their powerful size made them the largest and most powerful of all those who lived mortal lives.
“You know my words and you shall know my name. I am Yoliyachicoztl, Supreme of all Heat. Go forth and thrive, live and in creation find meaning and purpose, grow strong and wise, overcome that which would constrain you my children!”
And then the breath of her creation stopped, her children fled from her heat and a new thrumming came to her mind, driving her from the magma flow once more.
