-[x] A shrine
"-a place for you to worship him, a structure where you might gather in prayer and that he may claim as his."
The Elder nodded in acceptance towards the Prophet, for such a demand was more then reasonable upon being given a new chance at life.
It took weeks of work, yet not once did the builders hesitate as they carried brick after brick, until finally the last one had been placed. What stood before them was now the largest structure in the village, able to hold many within it at once as well as an alter from which they prayed to their new god. Mats made from straw littered the ground upon which the peasants would kneel, as the Caretaker in his grace would not ask his children to bruise their knees upon the hard earth.
Yet despite all this the Prophet found it incomplete, the details not yet there to TRULY make it a house of her god. She spoke with the villagers before understanding was reached, final additions then began to be made.
The villagers gathered herbs and small stones, crushing them to make a powder that they used to color the walls. This powder was-
[ ] Silver - Golds more gentle twin
[ ] Orange - Warmth without rage
[ ] Ivory - Peace in simplicity
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Satisfied with this, the Prophet then noticed there was darkness within the shrine, resolving to gather torches so all could see and know her diety. She placed the torches about the interior, noting how somehow the shrine seemed perfectly lit using-
[ ] Write in: (Pick a number between 1 and 20, cannot be 6, 7, 8, or 9.)
Finally the shrine was complete, with the villagers entering and praying to the Caretaker with renewed vigor. You smiled upon the sight, feeling that your strength grew around the shrine, while those who prayed within gave more power to you then usual.
Your gaze however, was drawn elsewhere by the sensation of sorrow.
Once again you looked upon your brothers home, yet he did not work in the fields as he did last time. Instead, he clutched the body of his father and tears soaked the earth beneath him. You moved to speak with him to give comfort, yet a shift in his face gave you pause. The emotion left him, before he stood up and began to walk. He crossed his home and towards another, where a man, his uncle, resided. You watched as he simply raised his hand towards his uncles fearful form, before the man fell to the ground...dead before he even hit the soil.
Deep worry filled you upon the sight, however as you gazed on the uncles soul a sour feeling entered you instead. They had murdered their brother out of jealousy, finding the idea of falling behind due to your brother's strength abhorrent. You sneered at the soul before you, not expending any energy to attempt to stop its journey into a daemons stomach.
Instead, you finally moved to speak to your brother, who had not moved an inch since the killing of his traitorous kin. "Brother-" You spoke gently, yet his voice boomed out in anger. "Silence! Do not toy with me, whatever you may or may not be!" His anger was not amusing this time, for it was not the agitation of an unamused child but the rage of a mourning son. "I am not-!" He gathered himself, though it seemed he may fall apart any second. "I am in no need of your council, do not sway me with your sick words of honey..."
You did not know what to say, so for what felt like an eternity you simply didn't. Yet eventually as you watched your brothers face contort in rage and sad confusion, you replied as simply as you could. "Alright." He seemed to pause slightly at that, so you pushed on. "I will give you your needed time, only when you wish will I talk."
Once again your brother paused, before eventually he seemed to sag into himself as he sat upon the ground. It was then you were reminded that for as powerful and as mighty as the being before you was, they were still a child. Your mind was an odd thing, you had simply done whatever seemed right to you upon the moment of your birth. Yet your brother had no such luxuries, the amount of memories forced upon him all telling him various things, while his own young mind struggled to balance it all with the life he was raised in.
"What do you want from me?"
You were caught off gaurd by the words, not expecting for your brother to speek so soon. His voice was tired, a kind of exhaustion that should only come from a man five times his age. You did your best to reply in a voice that was soothing yet firm, in an attempt to convince him of your sincerity.
"I only wish for you to be happy, as a brother should." You thought for a bit on if you should say this next part, but pushed onwards. "If and only if you wish, I can ensure your fathers soul remains safe...I will let no shadow take him."
Your brother stood up in anger at your words, his face red. Yet no threats left him, instead he stewed in deep thought. Eventually a deep breath was let out, as a final tear streaked down his face. "Fine...very well. I will give you this one chance, specter."
At that you gently pulled the soul of the man who raised your brother towards you, giving it a thanks that you were not certain it could hear. Your gaze turned back to your brother, who had returned to his hut and was sorting through various things.
"If I might ask, what will you do now?"
Your brother did not stop moving this time as he processed the question, leaving his hut while carrying a small hide sack. "I...do not know. I am done shirking my duties, so I will wander and I will witness humanity."
He continued to walk into the empty sparse plains, his face stoic and emotionless. "If I desire to speak with you, I will make it known. Otherwise...leave me be."
You did your best to send him a feeling of understanding, before doing as he asked. You did not know what he would be like next time you met, but you hoped that he would be simply himself and nothing else, that he could be at peace.
What more then that could a brother ask for?
-[x] Develop the afterlife
You gave a tired gaze at the group of souls before you, currently small enough to be counted with one's hands. You knew however that this number would continue to grow at ever increasing rates, so you chose to pursue a way to use these souls to further benefit you and thus humanity. Power fluctuated around you, of such strength that if a mortal gazed at the sheer amount of pyskic energy that was amassed their eyes would melt from their sockets.
No attack or spell was made from this energy, instead it was crafted into a space that was finite/infinite, material/immaterial. A tiny section of the endless warp shifted away from the usual constant flux, a puddle scooped from the ocean. In the middle of this section was your soul and very being, the central nerve, the heart. Any mad creature that stalked towards this land would be met with a searing pain, that sent them back to whence they came and away from your sanctuary.
Yet this place still lacked detail, so with great concentration you once again shifted the energy into-
[ ] A field - Tall stalks of wheat and grass intersected by gentle streams, where the souls might walk about in peace.
[ ] A city - A vision of what humanity can and will achieve, a sprawling symbol of civilization that will give comfort and familiarity.
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Finally as you gazed upon what may be your greatest work, you smiled, feeling pure satisfaction. Yet a tired sensation came about you, greater then any other you'd felt before.
You felt as though you would soon enter a strange slumber, where you would do your duty yet be stuck in a haze for a great period of time. Regret filled you as you realized all the things you would miss, however you did not let panic seep in.
Instead, your gaze turned to the village of your worshipers, which was already experiencing a great period of growth due to your intervention. You may not be fully there to ensure your peoples prosperity, but you felt you could give unto them one last great boon before you entered this comatose state.
With one last warm grin, you centered yourself and went to bless their-
[ ] Thinkers - Those who innovated, the curious ones, who go on to make life easier for their fellows via invention or breakthrough.
[ ] Dreamers - The painters, the actors, the philosophers, all the people who want to brighten the world or make others imagine.
[ ] Guardians - For every hyena that seeks to profit from despair, there is a selfless person who will keep the innocent safe.
You then felt exhaustion take you, a strange sensation for a being without nerves or muscles. Your vision turned gray, before with a sigh your mind switched off.
AN: Once again plan format for this.
In other news, trying to write the Emporer is hard... who could have guessed!
Next post is the first time-skip, when we can start getting into the big and good stuff. These introductory posts if you hadn't already guessed where mainly just so you guys could customize Hagal, who is going to be taking a god-nap on a celestial sofa for a while.
