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Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

”The Elders say the scream shook the earth. That it made the land silent for many days. Then the Raving came… and they took and took and took.“

-A Tribesman’s Memory

Calak grumbled, the large man stood guard over a trio of men, who were all bound to three posts in the ground at the edge of the small village. His stone spear in hand, Calak wore light deerskin, adorned with a few bone pieces which had seen much better days. His long brown hair was tied in tribal custom, but his beard was unkempt. He had a very annoyed expression on his face. One of the Raving, Ditar, was lashing out again, which in turn was causing the other two to act out. All three were filthy, with dried blood staining what little of deerskin covered their own skin. Cuts and bruises also littered their bodies, their very flesh was hot to the touch. They had a sickness that knew no cure.

It had been two days since they were finally caught, Calak had been in the hunting party. The Elder, Rantuki, told him what must be done. Calak was to watch them while the tribe decided punishment. The man had agreed, but after the first day he had strong doubts.

Such men were dead inside, but Calak was told to pity them, but only Calak had to watch them. Calak did not pity them, he hated them. They were Raving, they lost themselves, no longer human. Crimes against tribe, against brothers! It was wrong! His mind filled with rage at the thought of guarding them till night, under constant berating. Something snapped inside Calak, the large man had had enough.

With a snarl, Calak hit Ditar with the butt of his spear across his head, sending the man into unconsciousness. A small trickle of blood flowed from the wound. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, but the other two would still not calm. As Ditar passed out, Cirit began to bite the rope holding his hands, while Molu laughed viciously.

“STOP!” He screamed, readying to hit them both.

“Cirit! Molu! Remember yourselves! No more madness!” he pleaded, but they would not stop. It was a silent confirmation in his mind.

And then the rage came again. Like a fire coming to life, Calak thrust his spear into Cirit, right through his heart. The man flayed before stilling. No more deciding, that was punishment! Molu laughed even harder, his voice beginning to break. Calak silenced him through the throat, the smile of Molu now reflecting upon his own face. His heart was racing, pumping an intense euphoria throughout his body. He then fell upon Ditar, laughing as he punched his face into a bloody mess.

The Curse had won.

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@Dealdric I can only imagine what that would be.

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Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Anu'Varr

The Scarred One

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When night fell upon Osarion, the castle entered an eerie dark, full of whispers and other strange noises. Candlelight and small fires were the only source of light, and even they held little presence in the thick blanket of blackness. At times, she wondered if Oao could ever use such a blanket to assault her, but Anu knew that her Elder sister was crippled by fear, unbefitting of a Goddess with her stature. No, Oao would never be a threat to the Scarred One, this she knew was fact. Ever uncaring of her siblings, Anu didn't even know where she resided, or where half of the others called their homes. It was no secret where Anu dwelled however, the Goddess had made sure of that. Let her home be a beacon of power, let it haunt the dreams of man and strike fear into their hearts. There was no reason to be so secretive, for she was honest with what she was, unlike others. Anu sighed, her head resting on her left hand as she sat upon her throne. She had a bored expression painted on her face, the only sound in the room, was here left hand tapping on bone.

She knew not how long it had been since she sat down, time had a way of slipping away from her. The silence in her Throne room was deafening, for no creatures, no servants besides lesser devils, inhabited Osarion. The Lesser Devils had been a bi-product when Osarion was molded from the rock. She had used a great amount of her energy, and some of that raw power manifested itself into small creatures, no taller than the head of a goat, who came in many shapes and forms. Some had horns, others had wings, most were shades of red and a few were grey or black. The grey and black ones were usually in charge. They made poor servants, only really caring about food, and after she had discovered a few stealing scraps from her Blood Wall, she had banished them from her Throne. Anu wasn't sure if they had a higher form of intelligence, and to be honest, she really didn't care. Now they wandered the halls, wild and sporadic, as they tended to multiply quickly. Individually, she had noticed they were poor fighters, but when they swarmed, it was a different story. She enjoyed throwing them live humans down in the pits, a favorite treat, but fortunately they could hunt for themselves and on many occasions, she was delighted to hear screams. It had been a very long time since she had created anything new, for the Sin Curse had taken what was left of her strength, but at last she felt invigorated once more.

It was a necessary sacrifice in the end. She took great joy in knowing, and feeling, what she had inflicted upon the humans. In their hubris, her siblings had not even tried to stop it. Anu smiled, did they not see what it would do to their precious humans? Well she was not one to care about the opinions or feelings of her siblings, let them find out how deep her perversion would cling to mortal hearts. Anu doubted it would ever be able to be cured or forgotten. No- her curse would forevermore have lasting effects upon that fragile species. This comforted her in the end.

Suddenly, and without warning, she felt a great rumble ripple through Osarion and beyond. This caught Anu's attention as she sat up, the smile on her face turning to a frown at the disturbance. Directly across from her throne, her eyes fell upon a dim glow. She stood and walked out to the balcony, resting her arms upon the railings as she watched Verzak awaken. With a wave of her hand, the dark miasma parted so she had a clearer view of the mountains down South. It seemed, Ragnagedon had awakened once more. Such a destructive God, so lost from right and wrong. A devilish smile fell upon her lips, for she knew her Eldest siblings would stop at nothing to put him back to slumber. And speaking of which, she felt Sveiand's presence for a moment passing over. In the distance Anu briefly saw colorful lights, then nothing. She turned, the Miasma filtered back to where it once was and Anu walked inside. This unexpected development only meant more death would follow for mortal kind. There was nothing wrong with that in her eyes.

Right now, however, she required servants. She knew exactly what would be made, beings of flesh attuned to her domain. Feeling compelled to create, she took the corpse of the blonde headed girl, and waded into the Blood pool that was beneath the wall. She waded out into the middle, and tore the girl into pieces, letting them sink. Then Anu held out her hand, eyes glowing vibrantly, and the Goddess of Devilry poured her corruption into the pool. It began to bubble as Anu walked out, and before long, a vaguely humanoid creature emerged, pale claw hitting black stone. With bated breath, Anu waited as the creature emerged. It stood, crimson droplets falling from its pale skin. It looked at its hands, touched itself like a child learning something new, and as more emerged, the first one looked at Anu. The Goddess stared back impassively.

"This... is not what I had intended." Came her cold voice at last. The creature still looked at her, cocking its head at the words, now joined by more. Anu again spoke aloud to herself, "Hmm... But what went wrong?" She pondered on this, for these creatures had not been what she wanted to create. To give precious life too. Her Godly brain, incomprehensible to mortal-kind, questioned the nature of such a failure, finally coming to the conclusion within minutes. Instead of creating what she had wanted from her thoughts, in which doing so would use more of her energy, she had thought to bypass such a costly procedure by using a medium- flesh. It had been a failure, simply because she used a corpses flesh. Now knowing what she truly needed, and it was a revelation that she did not like, she looked at the creatures once more. They were silently staring at her.

She walked over and began to touch the first one, and spoke softly, "You will have to do for now, my... Flesh Demons. Yes, that is what you are after all. What comes from flesh, always craves it... Can you speak?" The demon before her, shook her head. Though it was only a slight inconvenience, Anu knew they were at least intelligent enough to understand her, and a thought came to mind.

She pulled away from the first demon, and spoke aloud to all of them, "I can give you a voice, but in return I have a task for you. There exists in the lands beyond this castle, beyond this mountain, another species. They are called humans, they have soft flesh and warm blood. I need a few. Bring them to me, and you will be rewarded." The Flesh Demons stood around for a couple of seconds, then left.

Anu sat back in her Throne, it mattered little to her if they were successful or not. She could get her own humans if she was in a rush, but why waste an excellent opportunity? Her first creations needed to prove themselves after all.

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Ah, must have missed that little bit. I will correct it.

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Woops, little mis-click there for anyone wondering why I only have a header up lol. Working on the rest of the post now.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Anu'Varr

The Scarred One

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A loud popping sound echoed throughout the large, dimly lit chamber, followed by a harrowing scream. Outside, the world was a grisly shade of darkened colors, not letting the sun's natural light illuminate the horrors that the clouds covered. Another scream broke the unnatural silence of Osarion, the Ebony Castle. The scream itself had come from a human, and a woman at that. They were always easy to tell apart. This woman's voice was a mix of agony, and suffering- which put a smile on Anu'Varr's scarred face. Anu sat upon her throne, the skulls of which were stained a dark crimson.

Sitting upright in her large lap was a woman, most likely in her twentieth year of life, shivering uncontrollably. She wore nothing, Anu would not permit it. Her blue eyes were red and puffy, but no more tears would flow. Her hair was simple shade of blonde, and very long. Anu was almost jealous of such hair, but after all, this creature was naught but a human. The Dark God held her, her left hand easily able to grip around the woman's waist. With her free hand, Anu played with the girl's hair. The God's glowing amber eyes hungered silently in that dimly lit room.

The girl spoke at last, breaking the unnatural silence of the room, in a pitiful voice she said, "P-p-please s-stop."

The Goddess, if she had even listened, did not stop as one of her fingers twirled the girl's luscious hair. Then graciously, Anu moved the girl's hair to the left of her body with a finger, leaving a slender neck visible in return. Anu then felt the girl's trembling flesh as her hand worked it's way down her face, neck, and ending at her right arm. The God then gripped the arm softly, and without warning, broke the girl's arm like a twig. The girl screamed again, a high pitched wail that ended in heavy breathing. Her face had gone extremely pale and clammy, it was a miracle, or some dark power that had kept her awake throughout the nightmare she found herself in.

Anu was still smiling when she turned the girl's broken body around to look at her. Both of her legs, and now her right arm, hung limply like a doll. The girl gazed upon the Scarred Goddess full of mind numbing fear and at last, Anu spoke.

Her rich voice was full of animosity, "So weak.. So fragile.. A high wind would knock you over. Tsk Tsk, your kind truly do not deserve this world, but don't worry, little one, I am your cure."

The girl's mind broke at the weight of Anu's words, the vicious truth of her existence splayed before her by a God. She went limp all over as Anu stood at last, walking over to a wall. Upon the wall were spikes, with various humans in different states of decay. Without even pausing, Anu found a free spike, and thrust the girl onto it. There was wet sound, a gurgled gasp, before her blood began to pool beneath her. Anu then walked to the opposite side of the room, found a goblet made of bone, and filled her cup with fresh blood.

The Goddess went back to her throne and sat down, drinking the warm liquid like wine.

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The carnal pleasure she derived from devouring the blood of lesser creatures, was insatiable to Anu. Though Anu did not actually need to drink any blood, she did so because she wanted to. Humans were the prime choice for her blood wine, though she hated them to her core, she did admit they had other uses. Delectable uses that fueled her rage towards the species.

Anu had found that girl herself, wandering with a small band close to her border. It was easy to take her, mortals could not harm her in the slightest, and she simply killed the more uninteresting ones. She had yet to see hair, blond like the sun, in the world to date, and the girl's blue eyes were equally intriguing, but also alarming. It seemed the humans were changing, but was it natural? She had found nothing out of the ordinary upon her inspection of her treat. Perhaps they didn't all need to look the same?

In the end, she looked over to the corpse wall, it mattered not as long as they died easily enough. But Anu was at a slight disadvantage. She knew the humans were growing, multiplying at alarming rates and if she ever truly wanted to wipe them off the earth, she needed something to help her in this task. She would ponder it for awhile, while continuing to drink her wine.

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@Lmpkio Yeah, it's just an age thing.

The fire god isn't posted in the characters tab yet, so I could see where there might be some confusion haha.

You could always try your hand at a Weather god, but there's a lot more out there to choose from for sure!