So have a stunt that I find applicable for either of the Non-Red options, because I really don't want to have Perma-Limit Break Odyssial be the main character. I'll articulate my reasons more later, but that should suffice for now.
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The flames burned ever higher. Within the mind of Sesus Ulyssian a war raged with the force and fury of an inferno. A cancer, a canker upon his soul had returned from beyond the endless realm of oblivion to menace him once again. His elder self, the Solar God King Odyssial, had created this poison. In his hubris, and unrelenting madness, he had forged from the Death Curse of fallen titans a deadlier and more personal blight.
To attain perfect greatness, to march towards a distant and eternal perfection, he had transformed a blight upon his spirit into a tool to use. In so doing he had stripped himself of the vast majority of the reasons why he had sought that golden tomorrow. The ends justified any means. He could perform horrors greater than any the Primordial lords of Creation had before he had cast them down, and it would all be worthwhile because of the purpose for which he worked.
Not for anything as transient as personal advancement, nor as ephemeral as emotional attachment, did Odyssial work. No, all his efforts had been turned towards transforming and altering the world itself, into creating a future greater than any that had existed. A world of perfection and glory that was undreamt of by all those who lived in the fallen Creation born from the fetid imaginations of mad gods.
He had worked horrors then. Done deeds as dark, and infamous, as any the Primordials had ever wrought. The Dragon's Shadow itself would applaud the immediate results of his efforts, for his every deed created a horde of foes inflamed by disgust and driven by hatred. When the Sidereal Exalted had thrown down the Solars and their Lunar mates in the Usurpation Odyssial's power had been so great, so terrible, that it had taken the intercession of the Celestial Incarnae themselves to halt his rampage. Even now, they were diminished from that conflict.
One of the greatest and most fell works of he who was Odyssial now assaulted the mind of his reincarnation. This horror, forged by an alien, arrogant, and horrific mind to further hone it, now sought to impose the might and very thought processes of that mind upon its inheritor. It would burn out all human weakness from the mind of Sesus Ulyssian, reforging him into the vessel of Odyssial's true will once more. All that he was, all that he cared for, all that made him unique and different from the God King he had once been, would cease, and fade to nothingness.
His friends? Lost. His Love? Ignored. Anything, and everything, that had mattered to him would fade into insignificance in the face of the threats facing Creation. To battle them, the Great Work of Odyssial would forge of Sesus Ulyssian a might weapon, uncaring for such things as sentiment or emotion, save where they might advance his cause.
Some might say this was for the best, that the return of this supernal excellence and transcendent might would make of Sesus Ulyssian an exalt among exalts, greater and more terrible than the most deranged dreams of Luna hirself. With this might, with this perfection, he would transcend the bonds of the base earth and reach enlightenment of a kind. True, in the end it would be the enlightenment of the machine, of the perfect Orrery of worlds, but it would save Creation from all that imperiled it, and would not that be enough? Others would bemoan this as the greatest work of the Neverborn, to turn what could have been a mighty champion reborn into an agent of peerless destruction, unrivaled under heaven or upon any land touched by their might. At the moment however, the outcome remained in doubt.
Sesus Ulyssian yet remained with the soul and mind that he once called his own. Besieged and befouled by the efforts of the Great Curse his own true essence yet remained beneath the words and works of Odyssial. He had come into being to serve as a renewal of that being, a way for Odyssial to survive and grow in a manner he had not since the earliest days of his life. As such, his very existence was the Final Work of Odyssial and so he might stand before the ever waxing tide that rose against him. But should he?
The alterations performed upon the Great Curse of the Neverborn altered it, changed it, so that it would serve the aims of Odyssial. So that it would reward him for actions that he would take anyway. Those actions... were they not just? Were they not worthy? Were they not what he would do were he truly unfettered? Who was Sesus Ulyssian to stand against this mighty work of Odyssial? To say that this action was not justified. The very act of standing against it would diminish his capacity, weaken his growth, and ensure that countless would die who might live.
The battle within the soul of the Exalt was fought as his mind contemplated and his body committed acts of great violence. Then, before the man who once bore the title of Most High, there appeared the one thing that might provide enough context, enough emotional resonance and reason for him to step back from the precipice of ego death. His dearest and closest friend stood before him, her face filled with horror at what he had done.
She who was just, she who had shown him kindness in a world filled with cruelty and pain, looked upon this work of the titan Odyssial and found it unpleasing to her eye. If the actions that he took while in the throes of Odyssial's personal Curse were so righteous, so well valued and proper as to be incontestable, then why did the eyes of Empty Moon shown nothing but fear for him?
They had not seen one another for months. He had revitalized Luseng, pushed it as far towards the idea lof paradise as he could in the time that he had, rather than make of himself a sorcerer fit to bend all of Creation to his whims, largely so that she might come here, look upon his works, and aide him in his quest to save creation. How could this horror upon her countenance be the result of such earnest work?
Thus did he cast down and harness the Work of Odyssial, lessening it, altering it to fit him as he was rather than who he had been. He would not allow the deeds of his past to dictate the path of his future. He would not allow the single minded intensity that had once dominated Creation to rob him of that which he valued now. Had this obsession existed when Odyssial was young could he have valued Lea or Pearl? Could their relationships ever have even been in the face of such horrible focus?
In the end, Sesus Ulyssian Remained Odyssial. He always found a way. In the here and now, he would take this Curse, this Working, and make it serve him, rather than rule him. His growth would be slowed, his might and capacity lessened, but he would remain himself rather than a man long dead and gone, able to think and operate in ways that would otherwise be impossible to a mind grown too vast and alien to sanction them.
Now to run damage control. "That was a Joke. Ha Ha...?" Sol in the heavens he needed to develop his social skills more!