| The Ascension of The Unnamed God |
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M'khayl completed her ascent into godhood at an unprecedented rate, due largely for her unrelenting awe for nature and an inner hunger for peace that drove her every move. Her reception On High was mixed, ranging from admiration and praise to jealousy and outright hatred. Things were no different on the Mortal Plane. A man named Marcus used his hatred, and that of his followers, to fuel his own ascension, and quickly found himself approaching the status of Demigod. M'khayl refused to fight him head on, and as such her followers became nomadic, constantly on the move, building peaceful settlements throughout the land. When these settlements were encroached up, they simply packed up a few belongings and began the search for their promised Land of Peace. Her followers, The Sons and Daughters of M'khayl began to dwindle, fearing that the end of their journeys would only come with death. M'khayl feared the same thing. Knowing the feelings building up inside her people, she knew their passive ways would not last, and there were already whisperings of plans to hold their ground, to fight for peace. In a desperate attempt, M'khayl sought the assistance of the underworld, through a young succubus named Sariel. The seduction of Marcus was as quick as it was complete. Having found Love for the first time in his life, his hatred was tempered, his need to conquer was quelled. This lasted for only a few weeks, however. Waking in the night, a sudden moment of clarity, no more than a brief flash, showed him who she really was. She was dismembered and tossed into the streets before sunrise. Marcus's fury, rather than remain tempered, had only fermented. His zeal was infectious, and it would only bey a matter of time before M'khayls followers, and then M'khayl herself, were hunted down and destroyed.This may have happened, were it not for the spawn the continued to gestate in the womb of what remained of Sariel. It fed on her flesh for a week before emerging as an infant. The son of a Succubus and a near-demigod, he grew quickly. Carrying the memories of his mothers lifetime, he set out to avenge her death. At a few days old, he looked to be a young boy, perhaps barely into puberty. Walking past crowds and guards, all who quickly looked the other way after having faced his piercing eyes, He found himself in the throne room. The screaming lasted for hours, no one daring to attempt any aid for the man whom they had pledged their undying loyalty. He spent the next few weeks roaming the streets and countrysides, quickly dispatching anyone who showed even a hint of violence. People took him in, fed and clothed him. He accepted this graciously, spoke to them of the futility of hatred and anger, and always refused to give his name. "My mother has yet to name me". M'khayls followers were safe at last, and a nervous peace began to spread itself through the land. Some years later, K'khayl presented herself to Him. She knew he would be a God soon, ascending even faster than She had done Herself. He said nothing to her. Instead, he looked into her eyes, her soul. He fed to her the pain and death that each of her followers had felt throughout the ages. His eyes burned through her for an eternity, and she ceased to exist. His Godhood sealed, He still felt a need to explain himself. "The suffering of your people did not need to happen. With the smallest of efforts, Marcus could have been removed from the Mortal Plane, you would have seen that you had inhabited the Land of Peace all along." |
