Soliath Devin Talith
Family Man
Soliael stood within the temple of Exocron on the highest floor of the tallest pillar. Outside he could hear thousands upon thousands of people clamoring, waiting, and murmuring for their new god. Moross had undergone another drastic change, another new god had risen from the aether's of the unknown and had come to the mortal plane. For the people of Moross, this was a tremendous day, it was a day or reckonings and announcements, a day that all people of Moross would love. For Soliael it was simply another Tuesday.
To him this was normal. Cavil had up and disappeared into the unknown regions and Soliael had had to spin a tale. It had been spread amongst the people of Moross that Ithari had displeased Neth, and in a supreme act of treachery and malice Neth had simply executed his fellow god. It had been a simple matter, after all who knew better than to kill a god than the God of Knowledge?
The people had readily accepted it, though most of Ithari's closest followers had been rather displeased. Soliael had to kill a few that had directly confronted him, and the rest were soon silenced when they learned of the new god coming. Kalee, the god of war.
Where as Ithari represented the majesty of war, the blood, the gore, the horrors of battle. Kalee represented everything that was just about war. Kalee represented Honor, obedience, everything a true soldier held himself too. It was the coming of this god that had pleased the soldiers, and Soliael had been glad to hear nothing further of it. Quietly he turned away from the balcony and towards an armored figure within the room.
“Are you ready Uncle?” Soliael said in a completely serious tone. Vascious had been many things in his life, but probably never a God. This would be new, even for him.
Soliael wondered what his uncles true thoughts on this were. The manipulation of billions, the war and the death they caused, the joy they brought to some peoples hearts. It was all an interesting little tale, though few knew the truth. The False god watched his Uncle expectantly, waiting for an answer.
To him this was normal. Cavil had up and disappeared into the unknown regions and Soliael had had to spin a tale. It had been spread amongst the people of Moross that Ithari had displeased Neth, and in a supreme act of treachery and malice Neth had simply executed his fellow god. It had been a simple matter, after all who knew better than to kill a god than the God of Knowledge?
The people had readily accepted it, though most of Ithari's closest followers had been rather displeased. Soliael had to kill a few that had directly confronted him, and the rest were soon silenced when they learned of the new god coming. Kalee, the god of war.
Where as Ithari represented the majesty of war, the blood, the gore, the horrors of battle. Kalee represented everything that was just about war. Kalee represented Honor, obedience, everything a true soldier held himself too. It was the coming of this god that had pleased the soldiers, and Soliael had been glad to hear nothing further of it. Quietly he turned away from the balcony and towards an armored figure within the room.
“Are you ready Uncle?” Soliael said in a completely serious tone. Vascious had been many things in his life, but probably never a God. This would be new, even for him.
Soliael wondered what his uncles true thoughts on this were. The manipulation of billions, the war and the death they caused, the joy they brought to some peoples hearts. It was all an interesting little tale, though few knew the truth. The False god watched his Uncle expectantly, waiting for an answer.