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Character Portrait: Kilia Yve Linovahle Character Portrait: Soran Feliy Reigailia Character Portrait: Tristan Belvedere Character Portrait: Rethyn Jadgarus Character Portrait: Sina Virye
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Outside, Kilia was happily babbling away to her friend, Cryio. Catching him up on everything that he'd missed since he'd mysteriously disappeared. It didn't take her long to finish, mostly because she skipped a lot of details that she didn't think were important. He walked beside her as they moved through the trees just on the edge of the property. Cryio walked with a refined sort of grace, hardly making a sound, while Kilia on the other hand crumpled leaves, broke twigs and brushed through the bushes without a care.

"And... well after that, we had to leave the other house and ended up here. Victor and I healed Soran, but it took a really long time and a lot of energy. He's been sort of... different after that but I think he's getting better. His smile is coming back, which is good. Oh, and Rethyn did something the other night, I don't know what happened, but I think Soran isn't... Um... afraid as much? I don't know. Rethyn won't tell me what he did," Kilia shrugged lightly.

"I'm sorry."

Looking up, Kilia eyed Cryio with a look of confusion, "Why? You didn't do anything wrong."

"I could have prevented it."

"How?"

"If I had not left you."

"Why did you leave, Cryio?" Kilia asked, genuinely curious at to the reason.

"You were threatened."

Kilia felt her heart freeze for a moment, "Threatened?"

"Yes."

She took a deep breath. Threatened... probably by another god. But why would they threaten me? she thought as she strode beside him. Cryio wasn't one for many words and he certainly didn't elaborate when he probably should. Maybe he thought it was obvious. Kilia sighed a bit, her gaze flicking around the flora as they walked and then back up to him. When she was smaller, she thought that he was a giant. He was still really tall. Taller than Tristan even, which she'd always thought was impossible.

He caught her staring at him, and offered her a very small smile in return. It was his look of contentment, a flash of 'human' happiness as he called it. He only showed it to her though. She returned it, brighter and more happy than she'd been in a while.

"I would like to see the boy."

She lifted an eyebrow, "Soran?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

Cryio stopped and Kilia had to back track a few steps because of his sudden halt. He stared at the ground for a very long time, "His anger. It is unnatural."

Kilia's breathing seemed to increase, "U-unnatural... how?" she barely muttered the words.

"I want to see him."

Kilia nodded slowly, "A-alright... I will.... try to convince him and Tristan."

Cryio gave a small nod and turned to head back up towards the house where Deriea was. The goddess had stretched herself out across the yard, basking in a ray of sunlight that had filtered through the trees. As they approached the house, Kilia spotted Tristan exiting. Cryio went to stand near Deriea who opened one eye to look up at him before closing it again. If Kilia didn't know any better, she would have thought the goddess to be sleeping. Going up to Tristan she gave him a small smile.

Tristan returned her smile as he watched the god and goddess, it still felt a little strange having them here. "All caught up," he said to Kilia, knowing if she had anything important maybe she would share. Tristan watched the goddess laying on the grass, it seemed to be a very human like thing for her to be doing there.

Kilia nodded, "Yeah. He's... really easy to talk to," she laughed a bit, "Mostly because he doesn't say anything in return... Uh.. anyway. I wanted to ask you something. Cryio says he wants to see Soran. D-do... do you think that'll be alright?"

Tristan looked at her for a second, "Do you know why he wants to see him, or what he intends to do?" he asked with an uneasy tone. He concerns was for Soran of course, but he wanted to know what was going to happen.

Kilia blushed a bit, "I... don't know what he wants to do, but I can guarantee it's not going to be bad. He said that Soran's anger was... unnatural," her voice lowered just in case the blonde Seer had followed his boyfriend from the house. A quick glance around him told her that Soran was still inside. She shook her head, "To be honest, I think I agree with Cryio. You may have missed it but... when he was so angry the night before... something... happened. It’s hard to explain, but I felt this strange... energy from him. We should really let Cryio take a look, he could probably fix it."

Tristan glanced down, he had to agree with Kilia on her point, Soran's anger was unnatural. Tristan had been trying to convince himself that maybe it was just that Soran didn't think it was fair what he went through. Yet even in that Tristan had a hard time, Soran wasn't that selfish. "We will see what Soran says, that is the best answer I can give you." He wasn't going to be the one to decide this for the other, Soran had to make that choice for himself.

Kilia nodded, "Okay," she breathed. She hoped they could convince him. Looking back over to the two gods, she watched them for a moment before returning her gaze to Tristan, "What do you think? About them? I mean, I know you're putting your trust in me on this one, and I really appreciate that, but... what are your thoughts? Personally... I think we could use a God on our side. Hopefully that'll turn the tables."

"Any help is a plus," Tristan said, "but like I said it’s going to take some getting used to and I still would like to ask some questions," he had to find out if they could tell them anything about the war and what was going on. Yet he was ready for no answers to those questions, he still had to wonder how far these two gods were going to go in their betrayal.

Nodding, she saw his reasons, and his hesitation as well. All of which she could agree on. Even for Kilia, she was a bit startled at their sudden appearance. Though she knew Cryio and trusted him completely, she was uneasy about the woman. Kilia had always thought that there were good gods out there, had that optimism for a long while, but up until recently, her thoughts had been changing. Ever since the incident with Soran, she'd felt a sort of slight hatred, anger and aversion to the gods. Kilia could definitely say she didn't like them all that much.

"Well, why don't you go ask and I will go see about talking to Soran, or should I wait and let you ask him?"

Tristan thought about her question, "You ask him first, you know the god better, maybe you can convince him." Tristan didn't want the blonde to depend on him for any sort of answer. Kilia could probably calm his fears about what was going to happen a little better anyways. "Maybe you can save him from the fan-girl in the kitchen as well, she is relentless with her...silliness."

Tilting her head a bit, she stared at Tristan, "Fan-girl?" she repeated and then laughed a bit, "Okay. I'll do what I can. I shouldn't be too long. Go on, Cryio doesn't bite, I promise," she beamed and scurried off into the house.

Tristan quirked an eyebrow for a second, he had never meet a god who did bite, that would be weird. He chuckled knowing what she meant. He looked back into the house for a second, most likely thinking of the living room and his sleeping guardian. He sighed, he let the fellow keep sleeping, he had to trust Kilia on this.

He walked off the porch and onto the yard, slowly approaching the two there, now what there a proper greeting when trying to start a conversation with a god or goddess. Usually it had some curse words in it, and he shook his head, "Kilia said I might be able to ask you guys some questions, do you mind." Ok being polite...that worked.

Cryio turned to Tristan and though he didn't say anything, it looked as if he were waiting. Deriea on the other hand opened one eye again and sighed as she sat up. Turning around, she put her hands on her ankles as she sat there on the ground, "Well, she would be right. Though I doubt you'd get many answers out of him. But anyway. What's on your mind, mortal?"

Tristan had to figure out where he wanted to start, he centered on a thought, "You said that there was this battle for supreme ruler of the gods...what does that have to do with them wanting our energy."

As expected, Cryio didn't answer. Instead, Deriea took a deep breath and stood up. Brushing herself off she put her hands on her hips, "This might get confusing... and I really hate to have to explain this a few times, but what the heck. Here we go," she said, mostly to herself. For a moment she just stood there staring at Tristan. Reaching up, she tapped her lip, a thoughtful expression crossing her face as she looked to be trying to figure out something. Finally she started speaking.

"Alright, well, good a place as any I suppose," Reaching out she gently touched his chest, right over his heart, "Humans have something we do not. You call it a 'soul', we call it pure energy. God's do not possess a soul, we have no need for one. We live forever, and have power of our own. We exist through the creation of energy, which is through you, and through this planet. This world has a soul, it's created by you, and the living things around you," she removed her hand, "The seat of which I spoke of a little while ago is a title, 'God of Gods'. The gods have power over every aspect of life, some that you may not even realize exists.

"We get our power from the stray energy that overflows from this world. It is only enough to sustain us and keep us comfortable and allows us to do what we need to. For example, Cryio's ability to create life. Without the energy to do so, things would die. When they die, he loses power, and if everything dies, he ceases to exist. As it used to be, it's a constant cycle of loss and regaining. Much like how you run around during the day, and at night you sleep to replenish.

"Your souls are pure. All of that energy bundled up in a tiny body. Not excess... not scraps, not anything else. That is the strongest energy we could ever attain. It's done in a few ways. The most common is for a god to kill a human, and as the soul is released, the energy is absorbed by the god. Now, as you're society has grown and expanded technologically, that makes things more complicated. Your magic system is directly tied to your energy, which in turn is tied to your soul. Because of this, if a god simply kills a human, they do not recieve all of the potential energy because a lot of that energy is within your magic system. It's become so engrained into your lives that if you were to be taken away from your magic system, you would all die. Unless you've died before and were somehow brought back," Deriea glanced towards the house, "That's completely different and we won't go into that because then it's going to get really confusing. I don't want to lose you here.

"So, in order to get all of that precious energy that a god wants, they have to possess a Seer, the only beings whose bodies are strong enough to hold a god's power entirely without bursting into flames, or exploding or something along those lines. Dragging energy from a human they've killed is much easier as it comes directly to the magic system and into the God. From there, the god inhabiting the Seer and direct the energy they've gained to other Gods that are not possessing a Seer. Follow me so far?"

Tristan nodded, but didn't say anything, some of it like the last part he knew already, but to think that the magic system was tied to his soul, why did that frighten him. Also having a soul meant that one had free-will so to speak, to do good and bad with themselves as they saw fit. Tristan really didn't think there was such a thing as a pure soul, unless it was a child who was still innocent in the ways of the world. Maybe it was a good thing, seers went through their first possession at the age of 20.

"So they are trying to figure out new ways to collect the energy without possessing the seer." It was the gist of what he got from his father and the 'harvesting' method they were using on Soran. He hadn't missed the comment she made about dying and coming back to life and the fact that she glanced back up at the house. Tristan had a feeling he knew who she was talking about, even though he was really the only one who hadn't actually been told. He was going to have go about it in a round-about way he guessed, and maybe Kilia could help him out.

"You could say that. After all, there aren't many Seers to possess. Only a handful of you all around the world. Now. With that understanding of energy, we have to come back to the seat of 'God of Gods'. Currently Oni possesses that title. It means that he can do whatever he wants with the energy that is around him. He can destroy gods, he can destroy worlds, he can recreate the universe as he sees fit. Unfortunately for him, he's not the only one vying for that position. There are many others. Eveylyn is another one, a more powerful goddess that is someone you should be utterly terrified of," Deriea's eyes narrowed at him as her lips pulled into a frown, "You think Oni is bad... you haven't tasted power yet.

"But that's beside the point. The only reason he hasn't destroyed everything yet is because he's unable to. Odd I know, but it's true. He's just not strong enough to harness all of that power, so in a way I suppose we could be thankful that it's him holding that title and no one else. If Eveylyn were to kill him and take that title, then we are all dead, I guarantee it. I suppose now you're wondering how Oni got into that position in the first place. Some say one thing, others another, but the point of the matter is, he tricked his way into it. Whether he assassinated the previous God or not doesn't really matter. He got close one way or another, the God died, and now he has the seat of power. Which quite frankly has pissed off many Gods all over.

"Also, a fun fact for you mortal," she grinned as she leaned in, "You can't kill a god. Destroy, maim, send away... sure. But kill? Impossible. Only another god can do so. How many have you fought so far? Do you know their names?"

He stared at her, and while he would probably disagree with caring how Oni got the seat of power, he could help but be slightly scared with her fun fact. He really ought to explain to her that a fun fact was supposed to be fun in the first place.

"Only a few have given names, others have not," he said trying to figure out if her question had been serious. He looked at Cryrio...with being a god of life was he even capable of killing anything. Even another god, as much as he wanted to know, he wasn't going to ask, he really thought the question rude anyways.

"So what happened in those other countries, did the fighting get so bad that they completely destroyed everything."

Deriea crossed her arms, "Well, you probably won't be seeing those gods any time soon, but know that probably in a few years, once their energies have returned to a sufficient amount.. They’ll be back, and with a vengeance. It's kind of how all of this came to play. A couple of gods came down, tried to take some energy to overpower another God, and well, the Seers doing their jobs, and stepped in. Thinking they'd 'killed' those gods, they moved on. A few years later, those gods came knocking again, this time revenge in mind. There you go, a war on all sides, so to speak. Not to mention an overpowering drive to possess a Seer, especially in recent years with your technology the way it is." She gave a sigh.

"As to the other countries, well as I'm sure the one has told you," she directed her gaze to the house again, "Many places have fallen. Ruins, if you're lucky, completely razed to the ground. Leveled, nothing left. Remember, I said 'a handful of gods' are after that seat of power. Not just Eveylyn and Oni. A handful, mortal. The fighting is going to get extreme. You're in for one hell of a ride, Seer. Are you ready for it?"

Tristan glanced at her before looking away, he knew firsthand about the vengeance of a god. That god came knocking too early in Tristan's life. He sighed, "No," he said to be completely honest, "but we are willing to learn."

Deriea's face alighted, "You, mortal, are a very smart man. Good. I was going to be afraid if you told me that 'yes' you were ready. At least you're not ignorant, you'll live longer," she beamed at him. Crossing her arms, tilting her head up a bit, she still smiled at him, "Well then, what are we waiting for? Let’s get started!"