The Old Creation

RainlinLoonrisAarayZeituniaCereenClaria
The Old Creation is a collection of the deities who were born before the beginning of the mortals.  They are created by the Ultimate Creator (Perseus Haas), who is currently working on writing about these gods, their followers, and their histories.  The book title has not been decided upon yet.

The New Creation

OriusCeredityStarRomaxlianusMarion and Maria
The New Creation is a collection of the deities who were born with the creation of the mortals.  They are created by the Ultimate Creator (Perseus Haas), who is currently working on writing about these gods, their followers, and their histories.  The book title has not been decided upon yet.

The Non-Gods

SiriusYveldaMorriganAneirin
The Non-Gods is a collection of those who interact with the deities in some form.. Their births were orchestrated by  the Ultimate Creator (Perseus Haas), who is currently working on writing about these gods, their followers, and their histories.  The book title has not been decided upon yet.

Rainlin- The God of the Home

Ray-n-lin

  • The first bird appeared, and found itself without a home. It cooed softly, sadly, and the coo echoed through the world. Rainlin, the god of nature and home, heard the sadness of the bird, and felt his own heart echoing it. He put his hand on the dirt, slowly raising his hand as a tree began to grow beneath his fingers. He pulled back, waving his hands to allow the tree to further grow, to strengthen into this tall thing that the bird, cooing happily, built a nest and a home in. Rainlin felt his heart whistling happily, and so he continued growing trees and food, ensuring each animal had their own homes, their own safety. 

Loonris- The Goddess of the Darkest Night

Loon-ris


  • A plant begins to grow under her hand, moving in between her fingers. Rainlin's fingers wrap around her wrist, pulling her away and standing as the tree grows, her eyes following the wood. When it becomes tall enough, she grabs the trunk, digging her fingers into it, the nails themselves growing claws that sharpen and dig into the wood, leaving marks. Loonris slinks up into the tree, her new claws finding purchase easily into the wood as she lays along the branch. The goddess rests for a moment before landing on the ground again, but this time staying on all fours. 


  • Aaray- The God of the Sun, of Moral Rage

    Ay-ray

    Aaray barely moves.  In fact, even the most observant mortal wouldn’t have noticed his movements.

    And yet, there’s a splash of blood as the sword cuts through the mortal, their body falling to the ground.  The spray of blood lands on the god's face, and he sticks his tongue out, licking it off of his face.  And he grins.  And he laughs, lifting the sword to his face, and then the blood off of that.  

    Something flashes in his eyes turning them a dark red.  The god of sun, finds himself also becoming a god of war, as the mortal’s anger and desperate prayers fill him.  He begins to kill with reckless abandon, his sword slashing through any mortal he can find.  Both sides have prayed to him, so what does it matter to him which he begins to kill more?



Zeitunia- The Deity of Time and Age

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  • Zeitunia, the goddess of time, watched as the process of this world began. She has already seen all, from beginning to end. She has seen the vastness of time from before we have concept of it, and the vastness of time after we have all but vanished from it, our souls rotted away into nothing. This may be the first time worlds have been created, or perhaps this is the seventh, the previous ones having been destroyed by a bored Creator, who didn’t like the way it had been going, and decided to merely restart the entirety of our world.

Cereen- The God of Fire and Passion

Suh-ree-n

For this world was soon to be hit with the first thunderstorm, the first rain, and the first lightning. Rainlin, who had made some incredibly tall trees, and some very short ones, watched in horror as the first bolt of lightning hit the tallest thing it could. One of his beloved trees. It exploded into flames, the entirety of the tree lighting up as it burned down. When the smoke cleared, the tree stump revealed a man who held a flicker of flame in his hand. Cereen, the god of fire, stood boldly, smiling, letting the flame dance lightly upon his hand before he raised his eyes, looking around him. He began to walk, examining the new world he was on, his hands continuing to manipulate and dance with the flame.

Claria- Goddess of the Death and Rot

Cl-air-ee-uh

For this world was soon to be hit with the first thunderstorm, the first rain, and the first lightning. Rainlin, who had made some incredibly tall trees, and very short ones, watched in horror as the first bolt of lightning hit the tallest thing it could. One of his beloved trees. It exploded into flames, the entirety of the tree lighting up as it burned down.

Sitting next to the tree, cradling a small bird that had been in the tree when it had burst into flames, was Claria, the goddess of the death, the rot. She cradled it until it became ash, and she stood, her barefeet hitting the dirt as she descended into the ground, preparing the Below for other such beasts as the bird. 

Orius- The God of the Stars, the Night Sky

Or-ee-us

  • He was born amongst the stars, a black hole, absorbing all of the light and matter around him. He gazed upon so many stars as he grew, the light upon his eyes so great that he became blind, devoid of light. But the stars still shown in his eyes.
    As the black hole collapsed, he fell amongst the Above, landing with his eyes a dark blue with stars. And yet, he could touch the skies, feel the stars as if they were braille. He knew each one by the feeling of them, naming them. And when they fell, he found them, told them their name, and helped them become a part of the mortals.

  • Ceredity- God of the Dead

    Ser-ed-eh-tee

    Claria turns around quickly, stunned to see a god standing beside her. A pale man with jet black hair, golden hoops, and umbrella above his head, and a loose black dress on his body. She stammers, completely stunned to find someone else in the below with her. “I…What do you mean?”


    Ceredity holds out a rose to the mortal soul, smiling as the orc takes his rose, smiling softly as she takes his hand. He smiles back at her before turning to Claria. “The creatures are different, my dear. When they are gone, the other creatures may mourn them for a time, but they do not remember. Mortals? Mortal remember their loves, their family, their friends. And they keep me to protect them until such time as no one is left to remember them. Then? Then you may have them. But until then…until then, they are mine.”

Star- The Deity of Beauty

St-are

The creation of creatures with intelligence brings…emotions. Thoughts. Love. Both good, and harmful. It also brings beauty.


In fact, this is one of the first truths. That there was beauty. It was everywhere, and it made the first mortals realize this was home, that this was where they belonged. Star, the god of beauty therefore, has existed since the beginning of mortals. The first mortals looked upon themselves, loved what they saw, and called it beautiful. 

If they considered themselves lesser than others, they prayed to Star for beauty, offering sacrifices to make them prettier. Berries, for beautiful lips. Fleece, for soft skin. Corn, for long beautiful hair. Precious gemstones, for beautiful eyes. Those that loved themselves thanked Star, and offered gifts as thanks. They offered things they themselves found beauty in. Stones, flowers, wreaths. Occasionally they would create beauty for Star, and he would accept these as well, a smile and a glimmer in his eye.

CW: SA, noncon

  • Romaxlianus- The God of Monsters

    Roah-max-lee-awn-us

    The young man felt what the young woman had inserted in him take hold, felt the ugly grip his heart…and he began to change.

    The places she had touched him began to change, to be covered in scales hard and painful to the touch. His face began to change from something soft to something covered in scars, rough to the touch. His eyes slowly began to leak black ichor instead of tears, the eye color changing from a soft blue to a hard black. His nails became claws, things to defend himself, to keep himself safe.

    Star felt this. They felt all of this, felt the scales became sharp as they scraped against their skin…felt the power of the gods enter the young man as they held him.

    And they stayed. The beauty, knowing they could not cure the beast, stayed.

Marion and Maria- The Goddesses of Freedom

Mair-ee-on and Mah-ree-uh

The last two deities of this world are Marion and Maria. Although, their creation is entirely a mystery, as is their appearance. It is known for a fact that they are part of the second creation, as the first documentation of them is in the story of Eimir and Taurak, two lovers who are seeking to get lost in the forest. Marion and Maria are two goddesses who seem to exist merely to allow lovers to run freely, to escape. Their voices, their soft giggles, warn the lovers when to hide, and when to run. Their voices throw those chasing them into chaos, the voices echoing and confusing them, sending them into their own mazes. 

Sirius Merryweather

Seer-ee-us Mair-ee-weth-er

  • He turns to see a half orc barreling towards him, the man’s booming voice cutting through the rain. “Hey! What are you doing out here, it’s not safe!” The half orc’s dirty-blonde long hair, although tied up, whips wildly in the wind as he finally reaches the god. The half orc’s large hands grab onto Rainlin’s shoulders, and he’s surprised by the sheer strength as he pulls the god along. He’s shuffled unceremoniously into a house, the half orc wrestling with the door before finally being able to get it closed behind them.

    Rainlin stands in the doorway, stunned as the half orc in front grabs his own hair, large fingers wrapping around the semi-golden ponytail, working them down it in order to wrench the water from his hair. Then, satisfied he got as much water out as he could, bends down to take off his own shoes. Eyes snap up to look at him, one a warm brown and one a brilliant blue, but looking intensely into his own electrifying blue eyes. “What in the name of the gods are you doing out in that?”

  • Yevelda Merryweather

    Yuh-vell-dah Mair-ee-weh-thur

  • Rainlin had sauntered behind the counter, checking some numbers on a register before he faced the vitiligo covered half orc.  He seemed to pause now, noticing he was talking to another half orc on the other side of the counter, his arms crossed.   The god took in the new half orc's appearance- a dark blue skin, lighter blue tattoos covering their body, their hair a slightly brighter dirty blonde.  He finally addressed Sirius, nodding towards the newcomer.  "Who's this?"

    Sirius nodded at them, speaking in a softer tone towards the god.  "Yevelda, love.  They said that they wanted to-"

    The god interrupted Sirius, addressing Yevelda now.  "You're hired."  


Morrigan Hellebore

Mohr-eh-gin He-el-bohr
Morrigan artwork was created by @indimiart on Instragram.  All other art was created by the Great Creator (Perseus Haas)

  • In the beginning age of wild magic, the beginning of wizards and sorcerers, a terrified mortal raced down the alley, away from the others, away from her recent consequences. Finally she stops, heart beating out of her chest, lungs fighting to fill up with air again, and she collapsed onto the cobbled street, thinking about the beginning of everything.

    She hadn’t meant to do it. Hadn’t meant the surge of magic that made a ball of fire explode on her, that had burned the runes into her skin, permanently marking her…in more ways than one.

    It had killed her brother. The explosion of fire had wrapped around his body, killing him almost instantly. But she still had to watch it. Still had to see her little brother’s body be eaten away by the fire, by the flames.

Aneirin

Aun-uh-rin

The rain mixes with his tears, the salty mixture splashing onto the cobbled streets under his feet. He trips slightly, his bare feet sliding in the water, and he crashes against a wooden door. He gasps in pain, holding himself tightly as he tries to catch his breath, tries to calm down some. He looks up…and notices a holy symbol. He realizes it quickly as the symbol of Romaxlianus, and he huffs out a breath, staring at it. 


His body shivers, and he feels himself swaying, out of breath from running, and losing blood from his injuries. The words are barely a whisper. “Nothing better than the god of monsters for a vampiric half elf, I suppose.”

AaRIs

Air-is

  • Her mind is racing, as if her deity mind was only waiting for her to realize the truth. The knowledge of Loonris and Aaray being her parents, the role of her deity, the role she plays as a Goddess of Heartbreak, the knowledge she should live in the Above and not here on earth, not amongst these *mortals*, that she is more powerful than she could have realized, and yet she is on earth living amongst the mortals, against those lower than her, she was forced to live amongst disease, amongst heartbreak, amongst death, amongst the mortal experience…because she was *born*.

    She begins to laugh, the laughter beginning to sound almost…insane, as it rips from her throat. Her eyes are widen, and her laughter raises the fear in the mortal man. He stumbles back, fearing for his life, frantically looking around for a weapon, for anything to help him fight a *goddess*. A foot catches on the rug, and he falls, his body slamming against the floor.