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[PRIVATE] Change in the House of Flies [Sun God/Time God]

Israfel Posts: 54
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Israfel Azardokht
With bold confidence the pale creature strode towards the shrines, not faltering or hesitant in her steps like some might be. No, there was no reason for her to fear what was before her, for this was the place where she belonged. Here, in the presence of the Gods themselves... Or, the presence of where the Gods used to reside.

Israfel's pale, pink-hued lips turned downwards as she eyed the broken and disarrayed forms of the four great shrines, a strange feeling blossoming in her ivory bosom. Remorse, maybe? Disappointment? It bothered her to see such magnificent structures in disrepair. Uncertain as to what it was, the young Demi-Goddess took a few more steps closer before coming to a halt. While her eyes lingered upon each and every shrine, taking in the signs of apparent damage, they came to rest upon the blackened and charred shrine that belonged to her father. It was disheartening to see the shrine in such a state, but she knew that there was nothing she could do. At least, she didn't think so.

A soft huff of a breath escaped her lips. "I don't like this..." Isra murmured to herself, golden, cloven hooves shuffling beneath her pale bodice. She had come to pray, yes, but right now the thought of prayer seemed foreign to her. Could they still pray, here, in these broken-down shrines that once stood in Helovia in all of their glory? Would the Gods still hear them?

Israfel gave a scoff this time, tossing her head, tendrils of her mane whipping back from her blazing orange gaze. While she couldn't speak for the Gods of Moon, Earth, and Spark, she knew that the Sun God would appear if she prayed. Why wouldn't he? She was his daughter; created from his loins and fire personified.

"Father," Isra whispered, the words falling from her lips with little thought, "I've come today to see you." For that, indeed, was truly why she had come. The Sun God was her father, and she adored him. No... Adore wasn't a good word. Idolize. Yes, that was better. She simply wanted to prove herself to him, to show him that she was worthy of being his daughter. That he would never regret his decision to create her.

"Will you come to see your only daughter?"

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God of the Spark Posts: 111
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The GOD of the SPARK

On a long enough timeline, the survival rate of everyone drops to zero



Who the fuck was knocking on the damn door? Did they not realize that they were all busy? Luckily he had not burned all bridges with his fiery brother, otherwise, he would not be able to work on fixing the rift. As it was juggling the mending of space and trying to keep the Basin protected was enough of a handful, but the God of the Sun was currently aiding in that venture. However, the presence of a demi-god with his currently still cooking in his pale oven was too much of an opportunity to pass up, especially with one as self-righteous and bratty as Sun's daughter.

He was not honestly surprised that she had turned out that way. Smoke, her mother, was haughty as well and the Sun God put her up on a pedestal. What was so special about her? That she was related to the gods? Please.

The God of Time shifting into view with a snap and a pop of sparks, staring into the eyes of the young filly with a cold gaze. He stood perfectly still, wings poised with layers of blue arcs defining their outline. "What you do want?" he asked. "Your father is too busy for you right now." The God snorted. "In case you hadn't noticed, we are handling a crisis slightly more important than your desire to chat."

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Israfel Posts: 54
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Israfel Azardokht
Vermillion eyes lingered on the charred remains of her father's shrine, waiting for the Sun God to appear. Would he be proud to see her, in all her grown glory? It had been quite some time since she had last seen her father, and she had grown quite a bit since then... A smile tugged at her lips, and as patiently as she could muster, Israfel waited for him to show. Yet, instead of the warm churn of air and the equally warm vocals of her father, the young demi-Goddess was surprised when a sharp crack! resonated through the still air of the Veins.

Arriving in her presence in a grand show of sparks and flickering electricity, instead of the God of the Sun, was the God of the Spark. His eyes were locked on the pale sun-child's own, yet they lacked the warmth affection that she had expected to receive from her father. Instead they were cold, almost bored.

So startled that she was, Israfel took a step back, one golden hoof scraping against the ground. Indignation rose in her pale breast and she snorted, listening to the Time God as he spoke. Honestly, Israfel hadn't known about the plight that currently plagued Helovia. What, indeed, was going on? It hadn't bothered her any, so perhaps that was why she didn't realize anything was amiss.

"I wanted to talk to my father," Israfel stated rather bluntly, lifting her head high in a haughty display of pale hair and blazing eyes, "Not you." Could this 'crisis' truly be so bad that the Sun God couldn't spare a few minutes to speak with his only daughter? What if this had been something truly important?

"Perhaps you could go get him for me?"

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God of the Spark Posts: 111
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The GOD of the SPARK

On a long enough timeline, the survival rate of everyone drops to zero



Disbelief and insult flashed in the god's electric eyes as the filly spoke, and like a cold, calculating creature, he paused, allowing the air to fill with tension. Sparks began to arc from his back and body, enveloping him in a veritable lightning storm that bounced and danced around him before grounding straight into the earth. He inhaled, the simple act of breath rushing into his lungs summoning an orb that entrapped them in a single moment of time. For them, the entire world stood still, time only moving inside of their little bubble. The oceans froze below them. The lava ceased to move. Objects on motion were halted in the air, and she was trapped inside his creation.

"I am not your messenger, insolent whelp," he growled, electricity firing off of the edges of their cage. "The world does not bow at your hooves simply because you are half god. Instead, it does quite the opposite. You will be hated, loathed and jealous looks will always haunt your steps. Nothing about you is special by default." The tenor of his voice seemed to ricochet off of the walls of the prison, rattling in their ears and amplifying his voice.

"You are the daughter of the most loathed god in Helovia, product of diplomacy, not love. Perhaps that is why you are a self centered brat. Soon, you will be one of four, each of you destined for greatness, but continue along this path and you will fall. You will fail your father, Helovia, and the mortal race and your death with be soon and long suffering." The God of Time's eyes took on an ethereal glow, and the edges of their prison played out a fast and blurry scene. Israfel, still a child was devoured by a massive, greasy crustacean in the middle of a black abyss. She sank into a black hole and wandered, slowly being pulled apart without the tools to end her own misery by her own hoof.

In the next instant, the vision was gone. The God of Time released the prison and the normal sounds of nature resumed in a mocking of what he had just shown the filly. "Only you can decide your fate, young one. Choose the right path."



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Israfel Posts: 54
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Israfel Azardokht
The agitation and indifference that Israfel was beginning to feel in the situation was quickly reversed, and instead a feeling of dread and trepidation entered her breast. Her heart beat quicker as before her very eyes, sparks crested in magnificent arcs from the Time God's very solid presence. His eyes, that terrifying, earth-shattering gaze was locked upon her, and despite her godly blood, Isra suddenly found herself feeling very insignificant.

The lightning show before her was frightening, to say the least, and one gold-clad hoof moved backwards, scraping against the solid ground beneath her feet. The God of the Spark was a terrifying visage, and she wanted nothing more than to put distance between himself and her, yet... Something stopped her. Vermillion eyes tore themselves away from the God's illuminated body, and instead focused on her surroundings, and Israfel noticed with growing dread that it was as if time had stopped around them.

The world itself seemed to stand still; the lava remained stationary as if a realistic sketch of artistry, and out of the corner of her wide eyes, Israfel spotted a flock of birds frozen in mid-flight.

'It's his very power, a voice murmured in her ear, one that Israfel recognized as her own thoughts, 'If he can do this to the world, imagine what he can do to you.' The thought made her shiver, and her tongue twisted as she opened her mouth to speak. What could she say? Instead, her muzzle snapped shut, and pale ears flicked forward as he started to speak.

Her eyes stared into his, searching the frozen, deep-blue orbs for something. What did he mean, that she would be feared, loathed, even hated for what she was? Her mother was Smoke, and her father a God, but... What had the Sun God done to warrant such hatred and loathing upon the mortals that walked the earth? Smoke, nor Kimber, had told her anything of her father's misdeeds, nor had he... What had happened? As much as the inquiry itched at her, Israfel remained silent, almost afraid to ask the question. No, no, she wouldn't ask the God of the Spark... It would be something she would ask of her mother, or her sister.

Lingering with the fear in her breast, self-doubt began to blossom, but her thoughts were stolen once more when a vision began to play before her eyes. The demi-goddess saw herself, pretty, pale, wings outstretched to their fullest glory, and before her very eyes, the phantom Israfel was ripped apart by some horrific creature out of a child's nightmare. What was this? What was he showing her? The question, however, was answered almost immediately after she had thought it.

"Only you can decide your fate, young one. Choose the right path."

"I..." The scene faded, and Israfel was once more captivated by the God of the Spark who stood before her. Time returned to normal, she noted, but the current motion of the world around them did nothing to match the whirlwind of confusion and fear that wrested within her breast. Panic, fear, anger, uncertainty, and guilt fought for supremacy, and in the end, only one truly stood out: humility.

Vermillion eyes lowered from the God of the Spark's magnificent form, and her head lowered. The message was clear; change, or die.

"... I understand," she murmured, her voice trembling, and it was with growing embarrassment that Israfel noticed that it wasn't only her voice which quaked, but her entire body as well. What she had seen would scar her for quite some time, she knew. Hesitantly her gaze flicked to that of the Time God, lowering once more before speaking. Should she apologize? Would he welcome those words? Swallowing thickly, Israfel took yet another step back, wings lowered and cradled close around her barrel in a sick attempt of comforting herself. "I... I'm sorry, to have... Spoken out of line. I... Thank you, for your..." Warning? Vision? Chastise of a spoiled, rotten brat? Is that what she was? Yes, she realized with growing humility. It was. "... For your insight. I understand."

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